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Chapter 5
Boston, Massachusetts - Meeting
The silence was deafening and the words that came before it were earth-shattering.
Jason and Sonny exchanged a glance before glaring back at their opponent, who sat smirking with his hands clasped respectfully on the rectangular glass table that divided the group of men.
Bruno Moretti was one of the most powerful mob bosses in the entire northeastern coast. His organization was - to an extent - untouchable and he could be your most applicable alliance or your worst enemy. Either way, it was sometimes best not to get involved at all. If you betrayed him, his allies would help get revenge on any party involved and he would retaliate even more.
Bruno and Sonny had an odd physical resemblance. He was a man with a strong build - broad shoulders and chest. His eyes were dark brown, similar to the shade of Sonny's. He wore his dark brown hair slicked back and was always dressed in a black suit with a dark cranberry shirt beneath it.
However, when it came to morals and mentality, Sonny Corinthos and Bruno Moretti had nothing in common and Sonny made that clear with his next statement. "You're a sick bastard."
Bruno rocked back in his chair and shook his head. "So, you are calling me names now, because I am threatening you? That's certainly mature. At least I am man enough to warn you."
Sonny pointed a finger back at Bruno, "You are threatening the people I care about. Any person in this business who will go after innocent women is sick is just looking for the easy way out."
Bruno chuckled softly, "Sonny, why are you being so hypocritical?"
Entering the penthouse, Sonny still had the gun hanging from his fingers. The heavy door swung shut behind him and Sonny couldn't take his eyes off of the weapon.
Jason was comfortably sitting on the couch with Michael next to him. The little boy was reading Jason a book about motorcycles that he had checked out at the public library. The sound of the door shutting caused both Jason and the little red head to look up in the direction of the door.
Jason's eyes widened when he saw the traumatized look on his boss's face. Immediately, he looked to Michael and asked the boy to go upstairs to his room and keep practicing with the book. Michael agreed willingly, but his attention remained on his father and his bloody hand that held the black revolver.
Once Michael had disappeared up the L-shaped steps, Jason moved swiftly to Sonny and asked. "Sonny, what the hell happened?"
Sonny looked up at Jason as if he had just realized that his enforcer was in the room. He answered in a short fragment with a confused tone. "Shot her."
Jason leaned in toward the older man. "What do you mean? Shot who, Sonny?"
"Erika Moretti."
"Shit," was all Jason could say.
Sonny hand began to shake, "I don't know how. She wasn't there and then she was."
"My wife is dead, Mr. Corinthos," Bruno interrupted Sonny's thoughts, "and you are nagging me, claiming that I am a sick man because I have made it clear that I will use woman as leverage. Yet, last week you shot my wife." Bruno choked up the next words, "You killed my wife."
"She jumped to protect her guard," Sonny defended himself.
"And you pulled the trigger anyway."
Jason stepped in with a clear voice. "She was never the intended hit and you know it."
Bruno laughed under his breath. "You weren't the intended hit either, Morgan, but you got hit all the same."
Jason felt the pain deep inside his abdomen and he clenched his fists and bit out. "So what are you going to do?"
Jason was referring to the legal actions that he figured Moretti would take. The enforcer could only assume that he would want Sonny behind bars. He could go to the police and tell them that he had reason to believe that Sonny Corinthos killed his wife. Sonny would be put on trial and undoubtedly be put in prison for life.
"You mean… am I going to go to the police and turn Sonny in?"
Jason and Sonny nodded simultaneously.
"No. I have already informed the police to close the case because it was an accident."
Sonny questioned, but couldn't help, but feel relieved. "Why?"
"I plan to handle this my own way. Having you behind bars for the rest of your life doesn't satisfy me at all, Sonny. I plan to make you suffer the way I am right now."
Bruno then looked to Jason, "Keep an eye on your little girlfriend, Jason. And Sonny's wife and kids - because the difference between Sonny and me is that I have no problem going after families… especially the women. They are the best bargaining chips around, I hear. I intend to use them. And that is not a threat."
Moretti paused and looked up to Sonny's matching brown eyes and then over to Jason's clear blue ones and whispered hauntingly. "It's a promise."
General Hospital
"Yeah," Elizabeth explained. "I'm just here for a check up to make sure I am okay to start driving and doing my normal routines."
Emily replied, "I am so glad you are okay, Elizabeth."
Elizabeth turned toward the waiting area and Emily followed her lead. "It was so scary and it all happened so fast. One minute, I was dancing with Ric and the next Jason is screaming for everyone to get down."
"Jason's instincts never fail him," Emily nodded.
"Ms. Webber," a nurse leaned in on the two friends said. "Doctor Quartermaine was just called in to surgery, but he said to give it a week before you start driving."
Elizabeth sighed and nodded. "Okay, thank you."
Emily smiled. "I have to get back to work, Elizabeth."
"Same here."
The two friends said good-bye and as Emily ran off to make her rounds, Elizabeth walked to the elevator. When the doors slid open she stepped in and pressed the button to take her to the ground level. She looked to the ceiling as the doors were almost closed and arm slid through, causing them to quickly reopen.
Elizabeth jumped, slightly stunned and looked up at the man who was dressed in all black. Their eyes caught for a brief moment, but she coughed and moved to the back corner of the elevator. The man went to press a button, but realized that the floor number he was headed to was already lit up.
"Hello," he said gruffly.
Elizabeth immediately felt uncomfortable and she hugged herself as if that would protect her from any harm this man might cause her. She offered a gentle hello in reply, but didn't look at him, hoping that the conversation wouldn't continue.
"What's a pretty lady like you doing in a hospital at this early hour?"
"I had a check up," she kept her answer short.
"Is it for that nasty bump on your head?"
"Yes."
"What happened?"
Elizabeth looked up to the man for the second time and caught his eyes. "I hit my head."
"That's obvious. I've had three concussions before. Some are worse then others, but judging by the size of the bump, I'm guessing you are going to be pretty dizzy with headaches for about a week or two. Are they letting you drive yet?"
Elizabeth thought he might just be friendly, but something about his appearance and his curiosity rubbed her the wrong way, "No, the doctor said another week until I can drive again. I suppose it is better that way, since my dizziness hasn't subsided. It would be dangerous for me to get behind the wheel."
Their ride to the ground level was over and the ding sounded as the elevator door opened. He stepped off first, but turned back and what he said left her feeling sick, confused, and scared.
"Walking could be just as dangerous."
Sonny's Private Jet
The entire ride back to Port Charles had been completely silent. Jason and Sonny sat on opposite sides of the aircraft, both staring out the window.
Everyone was in danger.
Each and every single person that they cared about were going to pay the price for the choices they made; and Sonny's decision to go after Moretti on his own, despite Jason's objections were going to prove to be fatal.
Sonny was never supposed to take care of the dirty work. He was the plan maker and Jason was the executer of those plans. Never were their duties ever supposed to change or intermix. The dirty work was supposed to be done by Jason because he was good at it. He didn't make careless mistakes like the one Sonny had made, which had set this entire turmoil in motion. Jason promised Sonny that he would handle Moretti, but Sonny just couldn't wait.
And now, Erika Moretti was dead and her husband was out for blood.
"Jason," Sonny broke the silence.
"What?"
"I want at least three guards on Carly, Courtney, and the kids. I'm not taking any chances with their lives. Their safety is all that matters."
"Why didn't you think of that before you went on some rampage to kill Moretti's men? Why didn't you let me handle it?" Jason bit out.
Sonny didn't know how to answer, so Jason continued. "Now the people we care about are in danger because of your stupid actions. You and I both know Moretti wasn't bluffing back there. You know he was the one who set up the shooting and he made it clear that I wasn't the intended target. He was aiming for Courtney or Carly."
"I know that. That's why you need to do your job, now more than ever. You need to keep our family safe, Jason. You need to fix this mess."
"Don't I always?" he scoffed.
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Chapter 5
Boston, Massachusetts - Meeting
The silence was deafening and the words that came before it were earth-shattering.
Jason and Sonny exchanged a glance before glaring back at their opponent, who sat smirking with his hands clasped respectfully on the rectangular glass table that divided the group of men.
Bruno Moretti was one of the most powerful mob bosses in the entire northeastern coast. His organization was - to an extent - untouchable and he could be your most applicable alliance or your worst enemy. Either way, it was sometimes best not to get involved at all. If you betrayed him, his allies would help get revenge on any party involved and he would retaliate even more.
Bruno and Sonny had an odd physical resemblance. He was a man with a strong build - broad shoulders and chest. His eyes were dark brown, similar to the shade of Sonny's. He wore his dark brown hair slicked back and was always dressed in a black suit with a dark cranberry shirt beneath it.
However, when it came to morals and mentality, Sonny Corinthos and Bruno Moretti had nothing in common and Sonny made that clear with his next statement. "You're a sick bastard."
Bruno rocked back in his chair and shook his head. "So, you are calling me names now, because I am threatening you? That's certainly mature. At least I am man enough to warn you."
Sonny pointed a finger back at Bruno, "You are threatening the people I care about. Any person in this business who will go after innocent women is sick is just looking for the easy way out."
Bruno chuckled softly, "Sonny, why are you being so hypocritical?"
Entering the penthouse, Sonny still had the gun hanging from his fingers. The heavy door swung shut behind him and Sonny couldn't take his eyes off of the weapon.
Jason was comfortably sitting on the couch with Michael next to him. The little boy was reading Jason a book about motorcycles that he had checked out at the public library. The sound of the door shutting caused both Jason and the little red head to look up in the direction of the door.
Jason's eyes widened when he saw the traumatized look on his boss's face. Immediately, he looked to Michael and asked the boy to go upstairs to his room and keep practicing with the book. Michael agreed willingly, but his attention remained on his father and his bloody hand that held the black revolver.
Once Michael had disappeared up the L-shaped steps, Jason moved swiftly to Sonny and asked. "Sonny, what the hell happened?"
Sonny looked up at Jason as if he had just realized that his enforcer was in the room. He answered in a short fragment with a confused tone. "Shot her."
Jason leaned in toward the older man. "What do you mean? Shot who, Sonny?"
"Erika Moretti."
"Shit," was all Jason could say.
Sonny hand began to shake, "I don't know how. She wasn't there and then she was."
"My wife is dead, Mr. Corinthos," Bruno interrupted Sonny's thoughts, "and you are nagging me, claiming that I am a sick man because I have made it clear that I will use woman as leverage. Yet, last week you shot my wife." Bruno choked up the next words, "You killed my wife."
"She jumped to protect her guard," Sonny defended himself.
"And you pulled the trigger anyway."
Jason stepped in with a clear voice. "She was never the intended hit and you know it."
Bruno laughed under his breath. "You weren't the intended hit either, Morgan, but you got hit all the same."
Jason felt the pain deep inside his abdomen and he clenched his fists and bit out. "So what are you going to do?"
Jason was referring to the legal actions that he figured Moretti would take. The enforcer could only assume that he would want Sonny behind bars. He could go to the police and tell them that he had reason to believe that Sonny Corinthos killed his wife. Sonny would be put on trial and undoubtedly be put in prison for life.
"You mean… am I going to go to the police and turn Sonny in?"
Jason and Sonny nodded simultaneously.
"No. I have already informed the police to close the case because it was an accident."
Sonny questioned, but couldn't help, but feel relieved. "Why?"
"I plan to handle this my own way. Having you behind bars for the rest of your life doesn't satisfy me at all, Sonny. I plan to make you suffer the way I am right now."
Bruno then looked to Jason, "Keep an eye on your little girlfriend, Jason. And Sonny's wife and kids - because the difference between Sonny and me is that I have no problem going after families… especially the women. They are the best bargaining chips around, I hear. I intend to use them. And that is not a threat."
Moretti paused and looked up to Sonny's matching brown eyes and then over to Jason's clear blue ones and whispered hauntingly. "It's a promise."
General Hospital
"Yeah," Elizabeth explained. "I'm just here for a check up to make sure I am okay to start driving and doing my normal routines."
Emily replied, "I am so glad you are okay, Elizabeth."
Elizabeth turned toward the waiting area and Emily followed her lead. "It was so scary and it all happened so fast. One minute, I was dancing with Ric and the next Jason is screaming for everyone to get down."
"Jason's instincts never fail him," Emily nodded.
"Ms. Webber," a nurse leaned in on the two friends said. "Doctor Quartermaine was just called in to surgery, but he said to give it a week before you start driving."
Elizabeth sighed and nodded. "Okay, thank you."
Emily smiled. "I have to get back to work, Elizabeth."
"Same here."
The two friends said good-bye and as Emily ran off to make her rounds, Elizabeth walked to the elevator. When the doors slid open she stepped in and pressed the button to take her to the ground level. She looked to the ceiling as the doors were almost closed and arm slid through, causing them to quickly reopen.
Elizabeth jumped, slightly stunned and looked up at the man who was dressed in all black. Their eyes caught for a brief moment, but she coughed and moved to the back corner of the elevator. The man went to press a button, but realized that the floor number he was headed to was already lit up.
"Hello," he said gruffly.
Elizabeth immediately felt uncomfortable and she hugged herself as if that would protect her from any harm this man might cause her. She offered a gentle hello in reply, but didn't look at him, hoping that the conversation wouldn't continue.
"What's a pretty lady like you doing in a hospital at this early hour?"
"I had a check up," she kept her answer short.
"Is it for that nasty bump on your head?"
"Yes."
"What happened?"
Elizabeth looked up to the man for the second time and caught his eyes. "I hit my head."
"That's obvious. I've had three concussions before. Some are worse then others, but judging by the size of the bump, I'm guessing you are going to be pretty dizzy with headaches for about a week or two. Are they letting you drive yet?"
Elizabeth thought he might just be friendly, but something about his appearance and his curiosity rubbed her the wrong way, "No, the doctor said another week until I can drive again. I suppose it is better that way, since my dizziness hasn't subsided. It would be dangerous for me to get behind the wheel."
Their ride to the ground level was over and the ding sounded as the elevator door opened. He stepped off first, but turned back and what he said left her feeling sick, confused, and scared.
"Walking could be just as dangerous."
Sonny's Private Jet
The entire ride back to Port Charles had been completely silent. Jason and Sonny sat on opposite sides of the aircraft, both staring out the window.
Everyone was in danger.
Each and every single person that they cared about were going to pay the price for the choices they made; and Sonny's decision to go after Moretti on his own, despite Jason's objections were going to prove to be fatal.
Sonny was never supposed to take care of the dirty work. He was the plan maker and Jason was the executer of those plans. Never were their duties ever supposed to change or intermix. The dirty work was supposed to be done by Jason because he was good at it. He didn't make careless mistakes like the one Sonny had made, which had set this entire turmoil in motion. Jason promised Sonny that he would handle Moretti, but Sonny just couldn't wait.
And now, Erika Moretti was dead and her husband was out for blood.
"Jason," Sonny broke the silence.
"What?"
"I want at least three guards on Carly, Courtney, and the kids. I'm not taking any chances with their lives. Their safety is all that matters."
"Why didn't you think of that before you went on some rampage to kill Moretti's men? Why didn't you let me handle it?" Jason bit out.
Sonny didn't know how to answer, so Jason continued. "Now the people we care about are in danger because of your stupid actions. You and I both know Moretti wasn't bluffing back there. You know he was the one who set up the shooting and he made it clear that I wasn't the intended target. He was aiming for Courtney or Carly."
"I know that. That's why you need to do your job, now more than ever. You need to keep our family safe, Jason. You need to fix this mess."
"Don't I always?" he scoffed.
