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Footballers Wives GH Style!
La-T and BB
Rated: R
Summary: There'll be a whole lotta shakin' goin' on!
Disclaimer: We don't own. We just like playing with them, we give them back when we are done. Please don't sue.
"Curve the bullet." - Fox, "Wanted"
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Act One
Jason and Liz laid on her bed, enjoying their warmth. Lips touching, whispering across each other's face. Heads turning to deepen the kiss, breath hitching in their chests.
And Jason's cell phone rang.
"Ignore it," Liz sighed into his ear.
"Done and done," he replied, reaching into his pocket and hitting the mute button.
Their mutual exploration went on for some time until Liz pulled the plug.
"It's getting late…" she said, pulling away ever so slightly.
"Is this where I'm supposed to say, 'but baby, it's cold outside'?
"You could, but I wouldn't believe you. I'm not as easily swayed as Ella Fitzgerald."
Jason sat up and grabbed his cell. There were 4 messages. As Liz walked him to the door he started listening to them. By the front door, he paused.
"Liz? Why is your brother calling me from jail?"
She just looked perplexed.
"No idea. What did he say?"
"Not much, kinda cryptic."
"Well, just delete it. Never happened. He's not worth your time anyway."
He leaned down and placed a light kiss on her lips.
"Good night, sweetheart."
She just smiled at him.
"Tomorrow," she said, as he headed down the walk to his car.
~~~~~~
Lucky was a persistent bastard. He continued to call Jason, leaving message after message. Until, finally, something intrigued Jason and he felt compelled to see what Lucky was on about.
"What could he possibly have to say to you?" Liz asked after Jason told her about the multiple calls.
"He'd said something about Sonny and how we shouldn't have lost the finals. I want to know what he means."
"Well, be careful, he's a sneaky bastard."
"I'll be safe, what with the big barrier between us."
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"I'm here. What do you want?"
Lucky inwardly flinched, remembering Sonny's exact words.
"Sonny Corinthos is a lying, cheating, point-shaving, pawn for the mob."
Jason sat staring at him.
"I was going to say 'what', but it would be ridiculous. How do you know?"
"Because I was in on it. He got the order from Tony Z and we shaved the points to meet the spread. Got paid really well for it. I'm glad I wasn't arrested for tax fraud, so my accounts are still safe. Makes life easier inside when you can buy friends."
"Yes, Lucky, my heart bleeds for you and I'm so glad you profited from deceiving your team mates."
"Whatever, Morgan, get off your high horse, I have things to tell you. Names, places, dates, accounts, things Sonny thought I was too stupid to realize."
"What brought this on?"
Lucky sat, reviewing his last conversation with Sonny.
"It's personal. Just take the info and nail the bastard."
"Why don't you just do it?"
"Hello? I'm a con. Presently in jail. Even if they believed me I would be a co-conspirator and would still need outside proof. That's you."
"So, you want him in jail, too?"
Lucky's eyes misted over.
"He just needs to understand that there are consequences. You put this in his face and make whatever ultimatum you see fit."
Lucky rattled off info and Jason jotted it down.
"Thanks, Morgan," Lucky said, "And tell Liz I might be kinda sorry for being such a bastard."
"You know I probably won't."
"Fair enough. Just get Sonny."
"I'll see what I can do."
~~~~~~~
Jason met Liz at her place. Maxi joined the discussion, because she's devious and you need that kind of help every once in a while, especially when dealing with other devious people.
"So, no shit! He and Lucky were point shaving! Fuckers!"
"Yeah, but with Lucky's information, we can make sure it never happens again."
"What's your plan, Jason?" Liz asked.
"That's what this is for. I'm not entirely sure."
"But Lucky didn't want Sonny in prison?" Maxi piped up, "Right?"
"Yeah?" Jason answered.
"But do you?" she asked.
Jason sat in silence.
"What would you want ideally, just short of prison?" Liz asked.
"I want him off the team, forever," he replied vehemently.
"Well, tell him you'll have a friend drop the shit off to the press unless he retires. I mean he's old and stuff, it's not far fetched," Maxi supplied.
"Think he'll go for it?" Jason asked.
"Retirement or prison? Sonny's not stupid," Liz replied, "And he's a self serving bastard, of course he'll do it."
"I better call him," Jason took a deep breath, "This is not going to be pretty."
"You got the Wonder twins, baby!" Maxi cheered, "Don't worry."
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Act Two
Jason met Sonny at Kelly's, hidden away in the deepest darkest corner of the restaurant.
"Funny you asking me out, Morgan," Sonny smiled, "What's the occasion? Miss Webber not keeping you busy? Because I know a couple of-"
"You can stop right there. I know the kind of women you deal with and I'm not bucking for an STD."
"Well, if this isn't a social call…" Sonny said, shrugging.
"I want you to retire," Jason said.
Sonny smiled broadly.
"Well, if wishes were fishes, kid."
"Yeah… Lucky called me."
Sonny stopped smiling.
"Oh yeah, what does poor, old incarcerated Lucky have to say?"
It was Jason's turn to smile as he reached into his jacket and pulled out a sheet of paper and pushed it across the table.
"Nothing much," Jason replied, "Did you know that your good pal Lucky had his office wired for sound and video. Initially to catch his trysts in there, but it ended up serving other purposes too."
Sonny let out his breath, completely deflating.
"I told that idiot about those cameras."
"So, you're going to retire. This will be your last season. Tell everyone you want to spend more time in your charity work, with your lovely wife."
"Kinda sudden, Morgan," Sonny replied.
"I hate to be the bearer of bad tidings, Sonny, but you're old for a footballer. The Sparks will give up your contract easy and the fans won't be too surprised."
"You ruthless little shit…"
Jason's face filled with rage.
"I'm not the one who fucked us out of a final's victory to make a buck. I'm not the one who got in bed with the mob to feel like a big man." He relaxed back into the seat. "Retire Sonny. Do the right thing for once in your miserable life."
Jason stood up from the table to leave.
"And I'm not the only one with this information. Anything happens to me and it hit's the presses so fast your head will spin."
With that parting shot, Jason exited the restaurant.
~~~~~
Jason watched Liz eat. He knew it made her a tad self conscious, but he liked how she enjoyed her food. How she ordered what she wanted instead of what she 'should' have.
"So," she said, partially to distract him, "Sonny's going to retire."
"He didn't say, but I don't think he'll risk prison. And his mob connections won't like it if he goes belly up." He watched her again, licking her spoon. "Is the cherry cheesecake good?"
She blushed.
"Don't be shy. I hope it's delicious. I enjoyed watching you lick the sauce off the spoon."
Liz's body reacted to Jason's words, her chest tightened and her stomach quivered.
Liz decided to be bold. She dipped her finger into the pool of cherry sauce on her plate, swirling it until the tip was well coated.
"Would you like to try some?" she asked, a sexy smile on her lips, reaching across the table, proffering her finger.
Jason gripped her wrist gently and pulled her finger to his mouth. He laved the cherry sauce from the tip of her finger in a tender, circular motion, never taking his eyes from hers. He ended by sucking the last remnant of sauce from her finger and releasing her wrist.
"Delicious," he said, watching her reaction.
Liz was torn between the urge to hop across the table and mount him and a modicum of propriety. In the end, decorum won, a hard fought battle, mind you. But she made a decision. This man was getting the silk trench coat treatment as soon as humanly possible.
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"Max? Hey, it's Maxi," she said into her cell, "Yeah, hi. How are you?" She paused as Max replied. "Yeah, I'm good. Look. I was thinking, you're going to Colorado and I'm not prepared for a long distance relationship and am sure as shit not moving out there, so I think we should just call it good." She paused, listening. "Yeah, I know… But, Max, we never made any promises or long term plans, we've just had a really good time. And the sex was awesome, by the way, so, no worries there." Another pause. "Yeah, I'll miss you too. I'll try to catch your games when I can." A pause where she began to roll her eyes. "Okay, well, I gotta go, babe. Good luck with Colorado. Bye."
Liz sat in awe.
"You… You just broke up with Max over the phone?"
Maxi shrugged.
"I didn't want to be there if he got all blubby. Plus, it's efficient, doesn't use the fossil fuels by driving over to his place."
"You been watching Discovery Channel again?"
"Nat Geo, actually. And it has lots of interesting information."
"You continually amaze me, Maxi Jones," Liz said, heading for her room.
"I know," Maxi preened, turning on the TV and flipping channels.
~~~~~~~
Act Three
"Your son is a rotten little shit," Sonny said, right after he came.
"What?" Monica stuttered, surprised.
He rolled off her and onto his back.
"He wants me to retire, got some dirt, threatening me with it."
"What dirt? What are you talking about?"
"It doesn't matter. He's your son, you should do something about him."
Monica shrugged.
"I tried with that whole Chardonnay debacle. You saw what it got me. I tell Jason to back off of you, he'll want to know why I give a shit." She stopped and turned to face him. "Why do I give a shit, by the by?"
Sonny yanked her to him.
"Because I know more ways to make you scream then you ever thought of."
She giggled girlishly in his arms.
"Oh, that…"
"Hmm? You doubt?"
Sonny pushed her onto her back for round three.
~~~~~~~~~
It was the crack of noon when Sonny strode into Edward Quartermaine's office.
"I wouldn't normally see you with out an appointment, but my secretary told me it was a matter of life or death, or so you claimed."
"It's important," Sonny said, casually and sat in a chair opposite Edward. "I was thinking back to when I first joined the Sparks…"
Edwards face clouded.
"Yes?" he asked impatiently.
"I was so happy when you took a personal interest in my career."
"Get to the point, Sonny."
"Well, now I'm thinking about the future."
