Johnny’s eyes scanned the room of The Metrocourt dining room, after Sonny’s shocking news had been spewed. Claudia was his mother? Why wouldn’t she tell him this? It would explain a lot of things in his life that didn’t make sense but, Johnny was hurt that Claudia didn’t think enough of him to tell him herself. Instead, her husband had to make a big fucking show of it. On his birthday.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? I know Corinthos is being himself but, you were comfortable with hiding this from me for twenty-six years? What the fuck, Claudia? Why not be an adult and tell me yourself? Happy fucking birthday to me! Right? I’ll never have a good fucking birthday.” Johnny snapped at The raven haired woman standing beside Sonny, venom in his tone.
“John, you don’t understand what it was like! Please, just let me talk to you about it. In private. Not here. Not like this. I know you’ve got every right to be mad at me but, at least hear me out.” Claudia begged, hoping that he would.
“No, I don’t wanna hear anything you have to say. Not right now.” Johnny scoffed, completely done with this night.
Across the room, Lulu Spencer stood with a champagne flute clutched tightly in her hand…Logan Hayes next to her.
“You don’t need to concern yourself with Zacchara. He’ll be fine.” Logan’s voice whispered in her ear but, she couldn’t believe that. Not after what she just saw.
“No. Johnny needs someone right now, it’s not good for him to be alone right now.” Lulu argued, she didn’t see Johnny much anymore but…he would always be important to her.
“I don’t know why you always wanna fucking argue.” Logan harshly murmured, taking a drink of scotch.
“I’m just trying to be there for a friend…whys that a big fucking deal? Why is everything a problem to you? Fuck this, I’m out of here. I’ll call you in the morning, dipshit.” Lulu snipped having just about enough of Logan for the night, her stilettos clicking against the ballroom floor as she left the hotel.
“I can’t believe him. Johnny and I haven’t been together almost a year and a half and he still doesn’t trust me? I don’t know how much more I can take. Ugh, where the hell are my keys? Why can’t I ever find anything in this damn saddle bag?” Lulu speaks to herself, becoming increasingly annoyed as she searched through her purse.
“A lovely lady like you shouldn’t be walking alone at night. Don’t you know that’s dangerous?” Came a low chuckle from behind her.
“Who’s there? I’m warning you I’ve got a gun! Don’t make me use it!” Lulu sounded stronger than she felt-okay, she didn’t actually a gun either. Ethan was always telling her to buy one but, she kept putting it off because she didn’t know what to get.
“Oh darling dear, you don’t know who I am. But you will…after this you definitely will.” A male voice crooned to her, geez…and she thought Anthony Zacchara was what nightmares were made of! Who the fuck was this man?
“Anthony?” Lulu winced, knowing that it wasn’t Johnny’s grandfather but praying her intuition was wrong.
“Hardly. I’m much worse than Anthony Zacchara. I’m powerful, I make things happen unlike that old geezer.” The mysterious man scoffed.
“Aren’t you the same age? You sound ancient.” Lulu rolled her eyes, why was she being sarcastic right now?
“You’re going to regret that. Maurice, Alex, Lita! Come!” The man snapped, as three masked figures surrounded Lulu.
“Deal with this bitch. I don’t want her dead…yet. We have to keep her breathing, but please do rough her up for me. I have to get home, us old men do have a bedtime, you know.” He chuckled darkly, before throwing Lulu on the asphalt face first and the others started kicking her in the ribs.
“Me and my big mouth…”Lulu thought to herself, as she began to lose consciousness, rain pouring down on her bloodied body.
