11.

Sam finished her recon work and slipped back into her car. She glanced down at her clock and realized it was close to seven. She wondered if Jason would go back to her house tonight or she was supposed to meet him at his. She had many things to discuss with him tonight.

She was tired and she really just wanted to go home, but she knew Jason was a part of her life now. She flipped open the phone and dialed his number. "Jason?" He greeted him when he mumbled hello.

"Where are you," he asked.

"I was wrapping up a case."

"Where are you going?" He asked.

She paused and then said, "That is kind of the reason I am calling, I didn't know if you wanted to go to my apartment or to yours."

Sam could hear his smile, "I'll meet you at yours tonight."

"Okay, I'll meet you there in fifteen minutes."

"See you soon, Mrs. Morgan." He whispered huskily.

Sam flipped closed her phone and started her car. She thought back to the conversation she had with Eliza-Crabs earlier in her office. She had dug into Sam's past and brought up two of her worst mistakes. The question is should Jason have to pay for those mistakes? Or she should any longer?

She parked her car and entered her building. As she exited on the floor, she expected to meet Jason standing in the hallway, unfortunately, he wasn't around. She glanced at her watch and realized she still had a few minutes before he arrived. She entered her apartment and flipped on the switch.

Immediately a hard body pushed her against the door, "I missed you." Jason whispered sexily against her ear.

Sam smiled, "How did you get in."

Jason's hands started roaming across her fast rising aroused body, nuzzling her neck. "I work for Sonny Corinthos, I think that says enough."

She laughed, pushing back against him and turning around, "You broke into my apartment." She sounded stern, but her eyes twinkled seductively.

"Well, I am your husband." He pulled her against him, kissing her lips.

His tongue roamed around the corners, sending her knees collapsing and her arms hanging onto him. She opened her mouth and his tongue hungrily dove into her mouth seeking hers. They mated in an electric tango, drawing both of them into a passionate current that threatened to overtake them both.

Sam surged to her surface, pushing her hands against his chest, "We can't do this."

He glared at her in confusion, "Why the hell not?"

She disentangled herself from him and moved further into the room. "Because we need to talk about something important."

He sighed, plopping down into a chair, "Are you like having a period or something?"

Sam tossed a pillow at his head, "No, I'm not having a period you jackass." She snapped. "I have to talk to you and seeing as how that is what couples do, I thought we should do it too."

He smiled, "So we're a couple?"

"Out of all that I said, that is what you get." She sank down onto the couch. "Jason, I have something important to tell you about my past."

He frowned, "Why is it important to talk about something that happened before I even met you?"

Sam lowered her gaze, "Your ex-fiancé came to see me today and she would like for me to divorce you."

"I hope you told her to go to hell," He countered.

"I did, but she than threatened blackmail about some not so fond things about my past if I didn't agree." She glanced at him, "Which why I want to tell you so there are no secrets between us."

He surged to his feet and moved over to sit down next to her. He picked up her hand, and touched the side of her face. "I'm not happy that she tried blackmailing you and I don't need to know about your past, but if you still want me to know, I'll listen."

"I need you to know certain things." She admitted. "My childhood wasn't text book by any means. My father was a con artist and most times dragged me in with him. I grew up pulling scams and taking advantage of people like it was second nature to me. And when he died, I didn't have a choice but to keep doing the only thing I ever learned."

"So the big bad secret is you conned people to make a living."

"If only that was all," She whispered painfully. "When I was about eighteen, I meet this guy, Nico Dane, who ran his own little car ring. He was nice in the beginning, but he got real possessive about me."

His blue eyes turned stormy, "Did he hurt you."

Sam lowered her gaze, "No, but I hurt him. He got pissed one night because I looked at one of his crewmembers a little longer than necessary. He looked like he was going to hit me and I reacted. I shot him three times."

He pulled her against him, "I'm sorry. What did the police do?"

She burrowed into his strength, "Nico lived. I testified against him and they sent him to prison for life."

Jason soothed her hair and rubbed her back gently, "I don't think you had a choice. You protected yourself and there is no shame in that, Sam." She remained locked into his arms. "Why do I have a feeling there is more."

She sighed and pushed herself away, "There is and this is the part you're not going to like." She admitted, standing to her feet and moving towards the window. "After Nico, I went back to running cons. Only this time I sought out rich husbands, married them quickly, and then took off with all the money."

He remained silent before asking, "How many times did you run the scam?"

She shrugged, "Three. The last marriage was to Bill Monroe, who turned out didn't like being scammed out of his money. He beat me senseless and I went to the hospital." She turned around to face him. "I decided it was over. That life wasn't me anymore. I couldn't hide behind my childhood and make excuses anymore. So I cleaned up my act and started working as a waitress in some dive. The tips were good and I started saving money, after a while I applied for a PI license and moved to Port Charles to open my office."

Jason stared at Sam, not saying much of anything. Sam was worried that he might see their marriage as a con and leave her. But if he did, at least she told him the truth and didn't allow that bitch to have an upper hand. And if he decided, it wasn't important and stayed, than she knew they had something to build on.

Finally, he stood to his feet, "It doesn't matter." Sam surged into his arms, wrapping them around his waist. He smiled against her hair, "I figured it you wanted to con me, you wouldn't have resisted my charms for so long."

Sam laughed, elbowing him in the gut, "Jerk."

He picked her up into his arms, "Yeah, I may be a jerk, but you find me sexy anyway."

And Sam wrapped her arms around his neck in agreement.