An Eye for an Eye
by Cowgirl

part 11

Alexis squinted at first, her eyelids fluttering open. She tried to focus, but her head was spinning. She tried to raise her head up off of her chest, but was rewarded with a shooting pain through her skull. That's why I'm dizzy. She thought to herself. My head hurts. The throbbing in her head was slowing down her motor skills. She struggled to move her hand to her head but found she was unable to.

What in the hell was going on? She managed to ease herself up just a bit, but not too much. Upon further analysis she discovered she was secured by rope to a chair. Her arms tightly bound to the armrests. Why was she tied up? She furrowed her brow and tried to find some kind of memory. She looked at the room she was in. A stark, large empty room with hundreds of wooden pallets stacked everywhere. Windows barricaded by plywood stood a good twenty feet above her head. A row of dimly lit, single bulb light fixtures spanned the distance from one end of the room to another. It reminded her of one of Sonny's warehouses. An odor of diesel fuel combined with fish led her to believe she was somewhere on the waterfront. Dripping water echoed throughout the cavernous room.

The last thing she could remember was dropping Kristina off at Sonny's. She remembered how hard it was to leave her little girl...overnight. Yes, Kristina was going to stay at Sonny's and Alexis was... She struggled to think, though the throbbing had gotten a little better. She was...Jax. She remembered. She was going to go out with Jax. She thought for a moment. Had she? Did she and Jax go out?

Suddenly Helena sprang to her mind. Did Helena take her again? Was this yet another attempt to break down her will? She thought again. No, Helena didn't indulge in petty violence and Alexis was fairly certain someone had taken the liberty of knocking her upside her head. No, Helena's thing was mind games. This wasn't Helena...but who?

Alexis didn't have to wait too much longer for her answer. Several minutes had gone by before she heard a vehicle of some sort pulling up near the building. Car doors slamming...voices...footsteps nearing the building...and finally a key being inserted into the door. She swung her head toward the entrance and waited for the door to open. It creaked open with the ominous theatrics that this situation should warrant. She had her answer soon enough as Lorenzo Alcazar walked through the door with a stereotypical thug in tow. She sucked in a breath and decided until she had a better grasp on the situation, she would keep her mouth in check.

Lorenzo finished speaking in hushed tones with the man and then watched him exit out the door that they had just come in through. He then turned his gaze on her. "Are you all right?" He said calmly though his voice bounced off of the walls.

Alexis took another breath. "My head hurts."

He walked the length of the room and stopped several feet in front of her chair. "I am sorry about that. Daniel gets a little overzealous in his duties from time to time. I can assure you that no further physical harm will befall you while you are in my care."

"That's reassuring," she answered him in an calm, even tone.

Silence loomed and enveloped them as they stared one another down for several minutes. Lorenzo seemed to be searching her face. What was he looking for she wondered. Finally she cleared her throat. "Is there a specific reason that I was brought here and tied up or is it just your dislike for me in general?" Alexis asked, careful not to sound too sarcastic.

Lorenzo smiled and sat down on a crate a couple of feet to his right, placing his hands in his lap. "My reasons for requesting your presence are numerous Miss Davis. You have turned out to be quite the trump card in my little revenge plot."

Alexis shrugged. "So why am I still alive? You could have just as easily killed me and been done with it."
Lorenzo tapped his chin a couple of times and stood up. "Well, therein lies your worth. You are a very important woman Alexis."

Alexis let her head loll to one side. It felt better than trying to hold it up. "I'm not following you. Is it money? Are you after money? I can quite guarantee that my step mother won't pay a thin dime to get me back."

"No, no, no Miss Davis. This is about something much more important than something as materialistic as money." He walked a few steps then stopped and turned to her. "See, this is about justice. This is about revenge and choices and lost chances and righting wrongs. This is about getting all of that in one fell swoop."

Alexis straightened her head back up. "Look, Lorenzo. I know you hate my guts. I'd hate someone's guts who killed my sibling too." She looked him in the eyes. "Much, I guess, like I hated the man who killed my only sister. My sister who had never harmed a person in her entire life. My sister who had everything in the world to live for."

He waved a hand. "Touché Miss Davis. Touché. "

"Touché indeed Mr. Alcazar. You don't seem to grasp the concept that your brother's death was more of his own doing than of mine." She glared at him. "I had just days earlier given birth...an extremely difficult birth to a premature, sickly child who spent many of her first days in an incubator fighting for her life. Because of your brother. Because your brother stalked and threatened and finally left me lying in the snow to die with my child." She looked at him to make sure he was paying attention. "I went there to threaten him, yes. I went there to try and get him to leave town. He hit me. He dragged me out to the balcony to through me over...I had grabbed a knife on the way. He ran into it in our struggle and stumbled over the railing. That's how Luis died."

Lorenzo's face clouded over. He clearly didn't want to hear a story that differed from the injustice that he had conjured up in his mind. He pointed. "That's a very convenient story Miss Davis. Too bad there were no witnesses around to support it."

Alexis looked up momentarily and then back to him. "It's the truth. Think about it. I had just given birth and was keeping a twenty four-seven vigil on my child in the hospital. Do you really think I had the strength to throw a grown man over a balcony?"

Lorenzo thought about this. It didn't fit in with his plan. He didn't want to hear it. "I won't squabble over details with you Miss Davis. My brother is dead because of you."

"And my sister is dead because of your brother."

"That may be true, but I have a higher cause now and one that you will undoubtedly be invaluable for."

"What could I possibly have that you want?" Alexis asked, exhausted.

Lorenzo's lips curled into an eerie smile. "Sonny Corinthos on a silver platter."

Sonny sat on his couch, his leg bouncing up and down like a nervous cat. He had made all the calls he could make and waited. The waiting was killing him. Who had Alexis and why? He had called Emily after he and Jax had talked with commissioner Scorpio and had her come and get Kristina. Nicholas had offered to take them to Wyndemere, but Sonny declined, his reasoning being that they still didn’t know if Helena had anything to do with this. He had Max take them to one of his safe houses. He could be more assured of Kristina's safety if he was calling the shots. He stood and paced the room thinking of his next step when someone pounded on his door. "Yeah," he called out.

"Come in."

Jax walked into his penthouse. "Any word?"

Sonny shook his head. "No."

"Nothing? No one called to say they have her?"

"No. No one. If this was one of my enemies they would have called by now. Jason would have found something by now." He looked at the tall Australian. "Did you call Mac again? It's been more than twenty four hours. She's officially a missing person."

Jax shook his head. "Yes, he's got a team on it now. He said he had two investigators working all night. Other than her car in your parking garage they haven't found a thing."

Sonny rubbed a hand across his mouth and closed his eyes. "This makes no sense."

Jax guffawed. "You're serious? Of course this makes sense. The minute she starts getting involved with you again something terrible happens to her."

Sonny's head snapped up and looked at him. He wanted to scream at him, but Jax was right. No sooner did he and Alexis start repairing their friendship and try to raise their daughter together than something bad happened. "Let's just concentrate on getting her back safe and then you can berate me okay Jax?"

"That's if we get her back at all Corinthos." He shook his head. "I mean wasn't it enough that you broke Alexis the first time? What was it Sonny? Was she getting just a little too much happiness in her life for you?"

Sonny closed his eyes again. "I love Alexis all right? I made mistakes with her, terrible mistakes...but ..."

He was interrupted by Jason entering the penthouse. Both men turned their attention to his solemn face.

"What is it?" Sonny demanded.

Jason sighed. "It's Alcazar. He bought the property out on the pier anonymously."

"How can you be sure it was him?" Jax questioned.

Jason looked at the man and then to Sonny as if asking permission.

Sonny nodded. "It's all right. The more people we have in on this the better."

Jason nodded as well and continued. "I got a hold of the real estate guy who sold the property. After some..." he looked to Jax again. "Convincing, he told me Lorenzo bought the property with every intention of you finding out it was him."

Sonny slammed his fist down on the back of the couch. "Damn it. He's got her."

Jax's eyes widened. "How can you be sure?"

Sonny turned to him. "Think about it. He buys this abandoned, secluded piece of waterfront property that is virtually useless for anything but tearing down, and makes sure I can find out about it...then Alexis disappears. Now why do you think he bought it?"

"He wants you to know that he's got her, and he wants you to try and come and get her," Jason finished the thought for him.

Sonny nodded. "He hates Alexis, but he also knows now that her child is mine and that I'd do anything to keep them safe."

"So what does he want?" Jax asked.

Sonny looked at Jason and then to Jax. "He wants me."

"So what do we do?"

Sonny shrugged. "I give him what he wants."

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