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Janine Matthews was unsure what to do. Before her stood Sonny Corinthos, a major mob figure, and he appeared to be in absolute shock. Other than the few words he uttered about having a sister, he hadn't said anything else. Janine was in a bit of a state herself. Did he just tell her that he was Courtney's brother? "Mr. Corinthos?" Janine hesitantly addressed him. He didn't respond, and stared blankly at her face. She tried again, "sir?" No response. She walked past him to the door and opened it. "Uh, can you come in here? Something's wrong with your boss," she told Max. Max hurried past her, "Mr. Corinthos?" Sonny snapped out of his daze and turned his head to look at him. "I thought I told you to wait in the hall?" "Yes sir, but Ms. Matthews said something was wrong." "I'm fine, go back outside." Max did as told, closing the door behind him. "Sit down," Sonny told Janine. She walked back over and took a seat in one of the chairs in her room. Sonny walked over and sat in another one. He cleared his throat. "You have a daughter named Courtney, who's 20 years old, correct?" "That's right." "And Mike Corbin is her father?" "Yes." "You know this absolutely?" "Yes." "Does he know it?" Sonny asked, his heart clenching in anticipation of her response. "Yes, he does." "How long has he known?" "Twenty years." Sonny ran his hands over his face in an agitated motion. Unable to control his rage, he began muttering, "I'll kill the bastard this time. He's going to die." Janine was too afraid to move, although her instincts were telling her to run like hell.
Sonny took a deep breath, and tried to calm down, although he felt like breaking everything in sight. Then, he started to laugh; a deep laugh that came from the core of his being. Janine watched him and thought, "this guy's nuts!" After several minutes, his laughter subsided. He wiped at his eyes with his hand and then looked at Janine. "All these years I thought he was a two-bit con; a grifter. I never gave him enough credit, did I?" Janine didn't respond. "He pulled off the biggest con I've ever seen. He made me believe he cared about being a father; that he wanted nothing more than to make up for leaving me and my mother. And the whole time, he had another child that he had done the exact same thing to." "Mike Corbin is your father," Janine stated; she'd obviously figured it out, but still needed to hear it from him. "Unfortunately, yes," Sonny replied. "Or, I should say he was; cause now, he's dead." "Look, Mr. Corinthos..." "Sonny." "OK Sonny. Look, I know you're angry at him and I understand. I mean, I don't know the whole history, but obviously he didn't care about being there for you, just like with my kid. But, he still is her father, and I think someday she might want to know him, you know? Please don't kill him." Sonny smiled, "he's dead to me, but I won't kill him. Hell, I won't even touch him. He doesn't matter now. I'll tell you what does matter...I have a sister. I have a sister!" Janine smiled. "You know, I came to Port Charles to make some serious money for my kid. I didn't want her living day to day like I always have. I had no idea I'd see Mike here, and I sure had no idea I'd meet you. You seem like a really nice guy Sonny." Sonny laughed, "sure I do. There aren't too many people that would agree with that statement. But listen to me," he reached over and took Janine's hand in his; "Courtney will never want for anything, and neither will you. I give you my word." "Thank you, I don't know what to say," Janine stuttered in reply. "There's only two things I ask in return," Sonny continued. "OK...what's that?" "One, you do what we discussed about Edward," Janine nodded her head in agreement. "And two, that you bring my sister to me...now."
"Any luck finding Janine, Mike?" Carly asked, sipping a beer in Jake's bar. Mike shook his head, "no. How about you?" Carly had agreed to try to find where Sonny had Janine, and enlisted Zander's help. Zander played along, but had no intention of giving them any information. "No, no luck. But I haven't talked to Zander today yet. I was hoping to see him here." The man in question hurried into the bar, walked past Carly and Mike, and went up the stairs to his room. "Zander!" Carly yelled out after him, wondering why he didn't stop to say hello. She looked at Mike quizzically, and he shrugged his shoulders. Then, he had a thought; "you don't...you don't think Sonny found out he was helping us, do you?" "Maybe," Carly replied, "let me go talk to him." As she headed for the stairs, they both heard a loud crash coming from the upper level. "I'll go," Mike offered, but Carly waved him off. "It's OK Mike; I'll call you later." She rushed over to the stairs and went up. When she reached Zander's room, she realized he had trashed the whole place. "Zander! Stop it! What's the matter with you?" Zander turned to face her, his face wet with tear tracks. "Oh my God what happened?" Carly exclaimed, "is it Emily?" "She doesn't love me anymore," Zander whispered; "maybe she never did. Why should she? I'm just a punk loser anyway." Carly walked over to him, "don't say that. You're a good person Zander, you're not a loser. What did she say?" "That's she's found somebody else. Why? Why can't I be with her Carly? Why can't you be with Sonny?" Carly shook her head, "I don't know. Sometimes that's just the way things go. You have to move on Zander." Zander looked at her, and was suddenly possessed by an overwhelming urge to kiss her. "Yeah? Well how about you and me?" he said, reaching out and pulling her towards him. Carly gasped, but once his mouth was on hers, she relaxed and melted into him. "Well, if Sonny can be with that tramp in Puerto Rico," she thought, "then I can do what I want." She kissed him back, encouraging him to keep going. Zander wasted no time in scooting her over to the bed, and bending her down till she was laying on it. He covered her with his body. Neither of them remembered that the door was wide open. They each removed only the clothing necessary to copulate, which was both of their pants and underwear, and Zander thrust into her. He didn't care about anything but the pleasure he was feeling. And Carly only wanted something to release the ache she'd been walking around with since the last time Sonny took her in their bed; before he booted her out. As she approached climax, she began screaming for Zander not to stop. Zander was grunting and groaning and approaching release himself. Neither of them saw the person who walked by the door, and stopped and gaped at the sight before her. "Oh shit," she thought, hurrying downstairs to get to a phone.
