Sonny Corinthos was sitting in his chair when Jason came into his office. He had heard that Eddie Sanchez was murdered and they knew he was one of his enemies. He only wished he did the deed. The man was becoming a threat, but now the rest of the Sanchez family would be after him. He had to find out who killed Eddie.

"Sonny?"

"Yeah."

"I guess you heard about Sanchez."

"Yeah. This isn't going to be pretty. Now his brothers are going to be looking at me. Get Spinelli, see if he can track who killed Sanchez."

"We've tried this…he's Jackal now. Whenever he got shot, he turned into him."

"Look, I don't care what you have to do. Just get his ass back to normal before I strangle him!"

"I've tried everything. He still think's he's some detective from the forties."

"Fine. We have to find another way. Now, do you know any details?"

"Except he was shot in the chest. The gun he had was wiped clean."

"Okay, anything else? Because this is not helping me. Find out what else you can."

"Do you think Johnny did it? He was Eddie's other competition."

"Maybe. I'm just wondering if he did it or Anthony set me up so he would take me down without doing it himself."

"This whole thing with Anthony Zacchara is getting out of hand. He's a ruthless, uncaring son of a bitch."

"We have to stop that bastard in his tracks."

Johnny was in his apartment waiting on one of his men to call him back with the background check on Azalea. He even doubted if Azalea was her real name. It wasn't just some coincidence that her name was a the name of one his father's favorite flowers. Speaking of him, he hadn't seen the old man since he left. He would be relieved if the man died while walking back from whatever the hell he was going. Azalea was still in his apartment. She slept on the sectional and found it somewhat comfortable. She tried to sleep longer but Johnny's pacing kept her awake, she finally sat up.

"I see you're finally up."

"What time is it?" she stretched and yawned.

"It's almost eleven."

"Is that all? It's so early. Ten more minutes." she laid back down.

"Oh no you don't. I get up at seven each morning. No excuse!"

"But it's so early!"

"How is eleven o'clock in the morning early? I need you to prove to me that you can hack."

"Can I at least have breakfast first? You can't expect me to work on an empty stomach." the girl haven't even started the job, and he was already getting annoyed.

"Fine…what do you want?"

"What do you have?"

"Protein shakes."

"What? No eggs, toast, cereal, pancakes…not even waffles?"

"This isn't I-Hop."

"Now, I do have to go to my apartment. You have no grub."

"You really think I'm just gonna let you walk out of here and leave?"

"Okay, you have serious trust issues." Johnny wasn't buying it. "Fine, if it makes you feel better, you can walk me to my apartment."

"I have a better idea. I'm staying in your apartment while you eat."

"Oh c'mon! That's not fair! You have all the good furniture."

"But my breakfast wasn't good enough for you."

"Fine…follow me…."

Johnny brought his gun and Azalea rolled her eyes as he always seemed to tote that gun around. She wished he could trust her for a change. It was bad enough that he held her hostage, now he's watching her every move and it made her uncomfortable. Being a hacker, she didn't have to deal with people face to face. It was better confronting people via the Web than in person. They reached her apartment and Azalea opened the front door.

"Just make your breakfast so we can go."

"Jesus, Mr. Brightside, would you chillax for three seconds?"

"No." there was silence between them until Azalea spoke.

"Um…I never really have company over. I usually dine alone…."

"You want me to eat with you?" he suspiciously eyed her.

"Kinda…I mean, being a hacker…you really don't have human interaction."

"Fine." he reluctantly sat in a stool by in the kitchen. He still had his gun out.

"Uh…can't really cook with you pointing a gun at me. Mind putting it up?"

"You really want to ask that question?"

"Okay, okay…your dad show up? He's been M.I.A. for a long time"

"I think you're forgetting rule number one."

"What do you want me to talk about? The weather?" she went into her refrigerator and grabbed some eggs, cheese, spinach, mushrooms and milk. "So, can I at least ask you how much I'm getting paid? I know I said yes, but you didn't tell me my salary."

"Just know that you will be paid."

"You really are a chatty-kathy. For once, I can talk to a real live human and being you are a man of so many words…." he decided to let her sarcastic comment go. Suddenly, out of the corner of Johnny's eye, he sees something move. He pointed the gun at the movement and realized it was a television screen.

"What the hell is that?"

"Oh, the show is about to begin!"

"What show?"

"Oh, apparently one of the people that live in digs like yours have nanny-cams. I just so happen to hack one of them and see what's going on. I know…voyeurism at it's worst, but it's so fun."

"You're spying on these people?"

"Not spying…just…observing from afar."

Johnny was about to say something but couldn't figure out what to say. Azalea was like no other woman he has met. That wasn't a compliment. He really thought one of her parents dropped her and she so happen to gain skills at hacking. Other than that, she was completely clueless to social cues. Johnny looked at the screen and saw it was indeed one of the suites that looked like his apartment. On one camera angle, he could see a little boy and an older woman playing with toy trucks. The other screen, however, was a little less innocent. It had an older man caressing the cheek of a young woman. Azalea finished making the breakfast.

"Who is that? His wife?"

"The nanny."

"What?"

"Yeah. Watch this!" she grabbed a keyboard and stroked a few keys. Suddenly, the camera followed the woman to the balcony and they saw the couple break apart.

"So, he's screwing the nanny."

"Yep. Oh, here's your plate."

"Is it poisoned?"

"It's not poisoned."

"How do I know it's not poisoned? You could've put something in my omelet while I was looking at your surveillance thing."

"Jeez, gimme your plate!" she stuck a fork into his omelet and ate a piece and proceeded to grab a morsel off her own plate. "See, no poison. The mob business has really got you wound up."

"You would be paranoid if you had enemies coming after you…not to mention the cops."

"Why do you do it…or is that violation of rule number one?"

"Bingo."

"How do you expect me to work for you if I don't know anything about you?"

"What about you? All you've told me was your name and you can hack."

"My name is Azalea Wilson. I was born in New York City. My dad was a physics teacher and my mother is a florist. That's why I have the flower name. They gave me my first computer at age eight. I went to cyber camp when I was thirteen…that's when I learned to juggle…."

"Alright, enough."

"If your guy calls you, that's exactly what your gonna get."

"You knew I was doing a background check on you? What? You hack my computer?"

"No, I was playing possum when you were on the phone." she smirked at him.

"For a supposed hacker, you're not a bad cook."

"Thanks. And for a super-paranoid mobster you're kinda okay."

"Just because I gave you a compliment doesn't mean you're in the clear. I can't trust you as far as I can throw you."

"Fair enough. So, you want a tour of my humble abode. You can check for hidden cameras and whatever your paranoid mind is thinking."

"I'm not paranoid."

"Sure you aren't." she grabbed the dishes and tossed them in the dishwasher.