My life was missing something. It's like I told Sam it feels like I'm drifting away. The problem now is that I thought that that feeling would go away once I moved back home, but it hasn't. In fact I feel more lost than ever. However, the night of the explosion at Charlie's I figured out exactly what was missing...excitement. Not that almost dying is fun, but in a crazy way it jump started my heart, which had felt numb for months. Which brings me to where I am now. Which ironically is Port Charles unpacking boxes in my new pent house. The thing is that I haven't been in Port Charles in a little over 3 years. I left a month after the explosion. I didn't tell them that I was leaving this time. Not a single person. I just packed up my bags, and left a note on Sam's desk saying 'I need to work on me'. I had no idea where I was headed or what I was doing. I was trying to figure that out when I met Damon Velsonte. Damon is not a guy that my Mom would approve of at all. In fact he's just like my Dad in every aspect including the part of running a large mob organization. Everyone always said I was like my Dad, but it turns out I'm just like Jason. Damon's sister Talia was a lot like me, and had distanced herself from her family. She ended up participating in illegal underground fights to support herself, and so did I.

I got the shit beat out of me fight after fight for months, and worked out constantly in between. I don't look manly in any way with my muscles. It gave me an advantage at fights because nobody saw me as a threat. Within 4 months of being in the fight scene I was lethal. My last fight in the ring was with Talia. She was barely alive when I was done with her. It was the last fight of the night, so everyone started talking off leaving her lay in a heap on the ground in the middle of the painted ring. "Can I take you some where?" I asked the mangled girl. "My brother's close." She replied in a hesitant tone. "Do you have a car?" If I had gotten one people would have been able to track me down. "No" I leaned down, and picked her up.

"We'll walk just give me directions as we go. "
She groaned in response, and told me where to go. It was only a couple of blocks from where we were. Much like Dad's house it was gated with guards, but they allowed me to enter as soon as they saw that I was carrying his sister. He grabbed her from me the second I walked in, and carried her out of the room I'm assuming to a bedroom. I was just about to leave when he came back in. He was very handsome tall, muscular, black hair hazel eyes. "Are you a friend of my sisters?"he had asked me. I looked him square in the eye and replied "I'm the one that beat her up. "
"You fight for money too?" We continued to talk the entire night. I never told him who I was related to only the name I had created for myself Kristina MCcall. I never expected the night long conversation to end with,
"Will you come work for me?"

Needless to say i said yes. As it turns out the world that my Mom tried to protect me from my whole life was exactly what I was looking for. I fit in the mob world perfectly. One job with him led to another, and before I knew it I was his enforcer, and business partner just like Jason's role in my Dad's business. Now at 25 years old I'm moving back to Port Charles with Damon. I still haven't told him about my family, but I know that everyone will know that I'm back soon. The reason that we relocated to Port Charles is because Damon wants to accept an offer to work with the Corinthos organization. We meet with them in the morning to go over the details.