Author's Note: Hey y'all! So I know it's been a long time since I've updated, almost two months? I've just been really busy starting my own production company and writing scripts, so sorry for the wait! Anyway I'm really gearing towards the end of the story. The goal is to finish this before I start school again. I have a sequel in the works, which should be easier to write because everything will have already been set up. It's basically just fluff and a final conclusion to all the subplots of the story. This chapter and the next two chapters were supposed to be one chapter, but it was so long that I thought it would be better to split it up. The three chapters combine go along with the theme "Tonight and the rest of your life" because what happens in these chapters changes Spinelli and the future of Spixie forever. Each chapter is written in moments with headings because I thought it might be more interesting/easier to read. I've tried to write these next couple of chapters like I actually care/want to write, lol. I had received some tips about the writing and started looking it over and couldn't believe some of the crap I wrote that most of you thought was good! Lol. Anyway reviews would be appreciated! Thanks.

Chapter 36

The Departure

----------------------Leaving Port Charles----------------------

The cabin of the Jasper Jack's airplane was dimly lit with lights from outside shining in like spotlights from time to time. A hand grabbed the armrest of a leather interior chair, very nervous.

"Don't wor-ry," he felt that of a woman's touch, "Flying is a very safe form of transportation these days." The corner of his eye saw lime green nail polish on the fingers that tenderly squeezed his hand.

"Ah I know," he looked to the window as she left his side, "Nineteen times safer than a car," he glanced from the empty landing strip to the woman drawing the curtains at the entrance of the cabin.

"That's ri-ght!" She responded impressed while he, in a very opposite manner, tried not to be impressed by the way her slender legs stood out in the dark.

"So," she turned and he, not wanting to be caught gawking at her, looked back at the window to hear her say "Relax! It's going to a long flight, you're going to need a lot of rest where you're heading."

----------------------The Truth---------------------

"Lulu they've been gone…"

"Almost an hour and half," Lulu looked at Maxie to calm down, there was no reason to panic yet.

"Well," Maxie crossed her arms, impatient. "I wish they would call," she looked over to the phone where Lulu said quickly, "Don't check the answering machine again. No one called in the five minutes you were in the bathroom."

"Lulu," Maxie sighed with annoyance, wishing Lulu could be more supportive.

"Maxie," Lulu sighed with the same annoyance only she wished that Maxie would calm down for two seconds.

"I'm sorry Lulu!" Maxie folded her hands on her face, "I'm just really worried."

"Maxie," Lulu sunk back into the chair trying to think of something to say to her. "He's with Johnny, Dillon and Ethan, what kind of trouble could he get into?" Lulu said trying to keep a straight face.

Maxie huffed, a little amused, but couldn't keep the smile on her face for very long, "That's not what I'm worried about and you know that."

As soon as Maxie looked away from her, Lulu rolled her eyes at her behavior. What did she expect? She practically threw Spinelli out giving him every reason not to come back.

"What if he doesn't come back?" Maxie pondered, "What if he was telling the truth?" She looked up at Lulu where just as she was about to say 'what if', Lulu interrupted, "What if he does come back?" Lulu looked at her to ponder that thought instead, "What if he wasn't telling the truth?" Lulu stood up from the chair and joined Maxie on the couch, "Then," Lulu looked up at her, "What are you going to do?" Lulu looked over to the ring box on the coffee table to imply that Maxie should reconsider her decision if she hadn't already.

"I just," Maxie paused as she tried to speak truthfully about what was going through her mind when he presented her the ring, "I just never expected him to propose."

Lulu looked at her appalled, "You didn't?"

"Not so soon!" Maxie whined for it wasn't like it hadn't crossed her mind, she just wasn't sure if it was the right time, "And what do you mean 'you didn't'? You can't honestly tell me you'd think he'd want to actually do right by me?"

"Um ye-ah," Lulu said with her jaw hanging. How could Maxie be so ignorant to think Spinelli was different from any other guy who got a girl pregnant? Of course he'd want to marry her. What Maxie was forgetting, was that Spinelli actually loved her; this wasn't some proposal out of nowhere so to speak. Lulu leaned over the coffee table to grab the box. "I remember when Dillon proposed. It was about one minute after I told him I was pregnant. Gawd," she opened the box, "That was the last thing on my mind, just like it was the last thing on my mind when Johnny proposed." Lulu stared at the huge diamond shining in the light.

"Johnny doesn't like Ethan," Maxie spoke the obvious and Lulu sighed, "And why would he?" Lulu nodded her head stupid, "I was dumb to think that Johnny would be okay with me hanging out with another guy let alone running away with him. He thinks Ethan and I are sleeping together, that I have completely given up on us and that I don't love him anymore."

"But you do, just tell him that," Maxie believed whole-heartedly. She had seen on so many accounts just how deep Johnny and Lulu's love went that it wasn't just something to throw away.

"It's over Maxie," she looked up at her, "Johnny and I are just burned out right now. I can't forget what he's done and he can't forget what I've done. We've pushed each other away and it's time we just let it go before everything we ever were to each other is nothing."

"Lulu," Maxie uttered, not wanting her to think that, to give up without a fight.

"We're tired and hurt and I fear that if we don't take the time now to go our separate ways for a bit then we might never be able to salvage what's left. Sometimes you have to leave everything in order to see…"

"If there's anything worth coming back to?" Maxie pursed her lips thinking of Spinelli.

"Ye-ah," Lulu took a deep sigh before returning her eyes to the ring, "This really is a beautiful ring."

"It is," Maxie agreed with a gentle smile.

"Can I ask you a question?" Lulu asked while still staring at the diamond that she knew Kate would be jealous over.

"Go ahead," Maxie figured the question would come sooner or later.

"Well," Lulu looked up at her, timid. "What changed?" She saw Maxie's quick apprehensive reaction and re-approached her question, "I mean I don't want to be another person telling you what to do, but when I saw you that day Johnny and I got back, you looked happy, a little nervous I'll admit, but you looked…" Lulu paused, for her exact wording was something she knew they'd both laugh at.

Maxie looked at her confused almost concerned by the way she was tiptoeing around the idea, "What?"

"Well," Lulu shrugged her shoulders, unsure of how to tell her friend the truth, "You looked positively glowing."

Maxie rolled her eyes and humor quickly filled Lulu's face like she knew it would, "Seriously!" She shouted with all honesty, but Maxie looked away from her refusing to believe she expressed the feeling that all women get when they become pregnant. "When…" Lulu started just as she caught Maxie's eyes, "When you...Maxie!" Lulu laughed with annoyance for her to stop being problematic.

"Alright!" Maxie giggled, looking up at her where Lulu at last continued, "When you talked about Spinelli and the baby, you just…"

"Well don't make me ask."

"Okay!" Lulu realized she needed to stop beating around the bush and just make her point, "You," she lost the giggles and looked at her serious, "You just seemed happier than I've seen you in a long time." Lulu leaned closer to her as she saw an expression on Maxie's face that appeared to reflect she was right, "Are you sure you're not having cold feet here? A little freak out because your life is about to really change or do you really not want any of this?"

Maxie looked away from her where she slowly folded her hands over her face, "I…I don't kno-w." Her last word fell interrupted as the door opened with Dillon shouting 'Hello?'

Spin! Oh how ready she was to wrap her arms around him and tell him she never wanted to push him out her life again, but that little moment she had envisioned since the moment he left would have to come at another time.

Maxie stopped in her tracks, losing her enthusiasm when she saw three men who weren't her Spinelli, "Where, where is he?"

Dillon looked at Johnny and Ethan in hopes they'd be willing to give her the news, but they didn't budge. "Um," Dillon scratched his head, looking at Maxie who was beginning to put the pieces together of their secrecy, "Maxie…"

"No," she stepped away as he approached her, "It's over isn't it? He's gone."

Dillon looked down to the wooden floor, trying to think of a way to explain it to her in a way that she could understand.

"Dillon, just, say it," Maxie prepared herself for the worst, believing for the first in a while in her old motto that the worst usually happened.

"He didn't want to trouble you with this."

"No, he didn't think it was any of her business," Johnny uttered pissed. He was disgusted that Dillon thought she was entitled to know such personal information about Spinelli's life.

Dillon ignored his comments believing that she should know Spinelli wasn't coming home to her tonight because of a more pressing matter, "Spinelli is on his way to Oakfield. His grandmother is dying."

---------------------The martini, the question and the attack-------------------

"We should be taking off shortly Mr. Spinelli," she assured him before motioning to the bar, "Is there anything I can get you in the mean time?"

Yeah, a revolver and a bullet.

"Um no," he nodded his head while looking down to his sore knuckles. The ache he felt as he extended his fingers and then closed them into a fist, gave him a migraine. Pressing two fingers of his other hand against his temple, he gently moved them in a circular motion.

Yes, go away.

His eyes slowly closed as the short bursts of pain faded away, little by little. It was a huge relief to be able to wear off a headache at a time like this, a time where he didn't need any other problems. The room fell dark and that was when images of how he busted up his hand flooded his mind. Jakes + Matt Hunter = Fight.

Take this outside guys

I never said I was perfect Spinelli.

No just better for her.

Hey, at least I don't make her cry.

"Ice?"

That's going to bruise Hunter if you don't get ice on it.

I'm well aware! I'm a doctor thanks!

"Mr. Spinelli?" She touched him where he jumped, startled by her pat, "What?"

"I just thought you might want some ice for your hand."

He looked down at her hand seeing a white cloth with a few ice chips and then panned to his hand that was developing a purple bruise and had opened up a small cut, "Uh sure."

She handed it to him and then started to politely offer her duties again to him, "Oh and…"

"Yes," he jerked his head up at her not intentionally trying to convey that her presence was annoying him, but ended up doing so.

"I'm bothering you," she turned away feeling foolish and Spinelli rolled his eyes, hating that his attitude had obviously hurt her feelings.

"No wait," he whined, leaning over the armrest to grab her hand, "Look I'm..." and then he saw something that took his breath away. The spotlight shined on her just long enough for him to catch the glimpse of a woman he had never quite seen before. He had read about, seen movies about, heard about, but never in any of the places he had traveled to seen a woman with eyes as green as hers or hair as red. Her lips were a pink carnation; faint in color, but looked ever so soft.

"Sor-ry," he caught his breath, overcoming her features that had left him mesmerized moments ago. He found the strength in his weakened defenses to form a genuine smile to apologize for his behavior and then asked, "If your offer to make me a drink still stands, I'll have um, a martini." He asked having no idea why he wanted such a drink, but he supposed it was because he already had a few shots of scotch in him, my as well add gin, vodka and a little wine to the mix.

"Shaken not stirred?" She joked and he nodded amused, "That's if you have the means to make it of course."

"Oh we do," she turned to the bar behind her, "Mr. Jacks orders these all time."

"Of course he does," he said knowing full well Mr. Jacks had whatever he wanted available to him when he wanted it, "I guess I'm just surprised he needs a flight attendant to make them for him."

She looked up from the glass, perplexed by his words, "Mr. Spinelli?"

"Miss?"

"Miss Watts."

"Does Miss Watts have a first name?"

"Iris."

"I-ris," he emphasized the syllables, finding the name just as attractive as her, "Tell me Iris, now if I'm overstepping you let me know, but what's an ordinary woman like you doing on a billionaire's airplane?" He asked, staring at her to the point where he saw fear develop in her eyes.

"Please don't tell Mr. Jacks."

Spinelli raised an eyebrow, curious by her plead, "Don't tell Mr. Jacks what?"

She looked at him worried at what he might do and then frowned, "I'm not really a flight attendant, well I mean I am just not for Mr. Jacks."

Spinelli looked at her not to stop there, he motioned her to continue.

"I'm a friend of the pilot, he knew I had to be in Nashville tomorrow so he offered me to fly with him. It was so last minute that I didn't get a chance to change out of uniform and so when I saw you, you looked so lost and out of it that I just thought I'd repay Mr. Jacks and offer my services to you."

After hearing her very plausible story, he felt a little like a jerk and offered yet again another apology, "I'm sorry. Things haven't been going really well for me tonight and as a result I'm taking my anger out on everyone."

"I'm sorry to hear that," she smiled like she seemed really sorry to see such a charming guy down on his luck.

Spinelli nodded before looking to the window beside him, "Yeah well I wish I could say I didn't see it coming, but I did, in the back of my head I knew, I knew there was a chance she'd say no."

"No?" Iris asked what he meant as she fixed his drink.

Spinelli looked back at her, "I proposed and it's not that she isn't ready, she just isn't ready to settle down with me."

"Hmm, well maybe this will help?" Iris half smiled, raising the drink.

"Maybe, but I doubt it," he looked off to the window, staring blankly at the sky, "What do you think is worse? Marrying someone you don't love to avoid the look of disappointment when you don't measure up to their expectations or marrying someone you do love where you have to work at it everyday just to be happy?"

"No risk no pain? Is that it Damian?" She questioned, leaning her elbows on the bar, finished with making his drink.

"Answer the question and bring my drink."

She leaned off the bar, "If everything were easy life would be too simple."

"No, there are a dozen other women I could find a happy life with."

"Then why aren't you with them?" She asked as she set a napkin down on the table and then his drink, "Because you want her."

He was annoyed by her spot on analysis of him so he thought he'd make an assumption about her, "You don't strike me as the girl who believes in all that cliché stuff."

"I don't?" She laughed.

"No," he leaned over the table giving her a seductive grin, "So why don't you tell me what you really think."

"That is what I think," she pulled away and he touched her hand to keep her right in front of him, "No."

She was uncomfortable by his touch, not because the pilot might catch them in an intimate moment, but because she was attracted to his forceful behavior.

"That was a generalization, if that were what you really thought you would have said 'I believe, I think, I know…'" He lingered.

He smelled of alcohol and that's why she pulled away, "What does it matter what I think?"

"Because," he leaned back in his chair and ignored her obvious discomfort by his touch, "I want to know if all women think like my girl friend or if there's one girl out there who thinks you don't have to know someone to love them."

He didn't appear to be drunk, but she knew he had to be at some level. Why else would he be spilling his life to a stranger, a stranger who he seemed suspicious of? He was messing with her mind and that's why she changed the subject, she couldn't let him get to know her anymore "I have to go check on the Captain, is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Yeah, answer my question."

She looked at him like this was utterly pointless. I don't even know the situation. It would be irresponsible of me to give advice about something as serious as love, wait, why am I even considering this? That smug smile on his though, fine, "You want to know what I think?"

"Yeah I do."

"Okay," she planted her hands on the armrests of the chair he was sitting in and leaned in,

"True love shouldn't be hard work. It should come easy to love someone, not be painful. Are you happy?"

"Yes."

She was expecting a rebuttal, a debate or an argument, something after their back and forth ranting and when he just dismissed the topic, she wondered if he did this just to get a rise out of her.

"Thank you Iris."

"Gah!" She turned away pissed and he realized his little game was perhaps not that funny.

"And I don't want the world to see me because I don't think they'd understand."

She stopped in her tracks wondering what compelled him to say such lines.

"When everything's made to be broken," it was a sign to him. Her name Iris, Iris like an eye to reveal things to him, which is just what tonight had done, opened his eyes.

"I just," she turned to him, finishing the verse, "Want you to know who I am."

He wasn't trying to trick her, he wasn't even trying to hit on her, he was just trying to show her that just because he acted like a jerk, didn't mean he was one.

"Your secret is safe with me. Thank you for the drink," he tipped his head to her before taking the glass in his hand.

"Um no problem Damian," she gave him a warm smile, "You should get some sleep, it'll be late when we arrive."

He noted her advice and then looked down to his drink, not wanting to tempt himself into talking to the exotic lady. When she left the cabin he raised the glass to his lips that were moist in anticipation for something to take the edge off. The alcoholic beverage seeped into his mouth and ran down his throat, giving him exactly what he needed. Closing his eyes, he found solace in what nothing else earlier in the night had been able to give him. Well that wasn't exactly true, he probably could have enjoyed his shots if Johnny hadn't been trying to talk him out of it.

You really think drinking is the answer?

No.

It isn't going to make it hurt any less!

He was right, it didn't.

Fine drink yourself to a hangover!

I will.

He grimaced at the Martini knowing he should be trying to sober himself up, but with the depression of Maxie and now his mother, he really didn't want to feel anything for the next two hours.

"This is your captain speaking, we have light showers ahead of us, but should arrive in Tennessee on time."

Spinelli felt the plane moving and realized he needed to drink it before take off. Gulping it down, he instantly felt tipsy. He was going to call her name, but his mouth was paralyzed for some reason. He coughed, trying to breath, but it didn't work. He shook his head to shake off what he probably thought was a small panic attack, why he would be panicking he didn't know, but all it did was make him dizzy.

"I-rrrr-i-sssss," he slurred. Focus Spinelli, focus, but he couldn't. Thump, thump, thump, his heart, beating…so…loud.

"Hel-lo?" He looked towards the curtain, but it remained still.

"Take this," he wavered the glass waiting for her or someone to take it from his hands, but no one did. He needed to free his hands to rub the neck that hurt, the shoulder that still ached, but in moving over to the table, pain shot up in his chest. The glass dropped from his hand, hit the edge of the table and descended off it.

"Damian?" Her voice distracted him from the glass breaking on the floor.

"Whaaaaaa-t hap?" She started to ask, but lost her voice in his fearful eyes.

"I…I have to get off this plane," he stood up, wiping his hands through his hair and then holding onto the strands in a panic.

"No," Iris walked over to him, "Sit down," she touched his chest, "You're okay."

"No, I'm leaving." He stepped beside her and the plane accelerated to a speed that caught them off balance. She fell into his arms and he lunged back into his seat. She wasn't a cliché girl, but there was something about tonight, about their bickering, about the way she fell into his grace, that made it impossible to take her eyes off Damian Spinelli.

"We're going to die," he breathed erratically, before looking to his left, nothing, then his right, nothing, no seat belt, "Where's the seat belt?"

"Damian," she raised her hand, hesitant to cup his cheek.

"Where is it!" He looked in her eyes; too frantic to notice she was touching his cheek.

"There is nothing to be scared of."

"Yes, yes there is," he grabbed the armrests, cursing himself now. Seventeen times safer than a car, yeah in a commercial airplane, but this was a private jet. The odds of dying in a commercial plane crash are nearly a hundred times less than the odds of dying in a private plane crash. He cringed as to why he didn't think of that sooner. Stupid connections, stupid egotistical self for wanting to tell people in the shit hole of a town he grew up in that he had flown in a private jet. When did he become a guy who wanted to show off such luxuries? Was there a chance that in this very moment he was over thinking everything? Yes, huge chance, but he ignored that part of his mind that was trying to control his compulsive thoughts.

"And now I'm going to die with her believing I don't love her…"

"Damian!" She grabbed him by the cheeks, unable to stand his ranting anymore. "Look at me! You are going to be okay."

"Nooooo," he shook his head vigorous.

"Yes," she moved into the seat next to him and then touched his hand, "You will be."

He looked at her weary, unsure if he could trust her, but then he saw the window behind her. He saw the airport vanish, he saw Port Charles vanish and thus he saw his Maximista vanish momentarily from his mind.

The black sky consumed the window and he drew his eyes back to the emeralds staring at him, "Looks like we're still alive Mr. Spinelli."

------------------The Messengers message------------------

"Well I should be with him!" Maxie quickly turned away from them with the intent to go upstairs and pack something.

"He doesn't want you with him," the dark Zacchara voice stopped her.

Maxie slowly turned to him where he continued to be spiteful. "You…You know what he said when we asked him what we should tell you?" Johnny walked towards her, "You know what he said?" Johnny paused as he knew the words that were about to come out of his sinister mouth would hurt her, "What about Maxie?" He looked into her eyes not bothered at all by the hurt that was so plainly drawn in them now.

"Ah don't lie to her!" Ethan walked up to him, as did Dillon, who looked at her saying "He wanted to be alone."

"Don't lie to her!" Johnny grabbed Dillon's arm where Dillon glared up at him, "I'm not."

"Yes you are!" Johnny stared at him and then Ethan, completely appalled that he was the one being accused of a liar, "Don't you two paint a pretty little picture for her. Don't you tell her that he really could have used her support, that he really loves her or that he would have come home because the truth is…" He snapped at Maxie, "The truth is he didn't want us to tell you anything!" He wanted to quickly say 'he didn't' but her saw her eyes turn disbelief. As angry as Johnny was at her for the problems she caused he and Lulu, he deep down never wanted to be the bearer of bad news. He never wanted to be the one to tell her the truth because he knew it should have come from Dillon, a much closer friend than he or Ethan. "I'm telling you like it is Maxie," Johnny closed the gap between them, "He didn't want to tell you because he doesn't consider you in his life anymore."

She gritted her teeth in the aftermath of the filth he spoke. It was a fight. One discussion that went horribly wrong. Words that became twisted to mean things they would have never said to each other. Her tear-free eyes welled up again with every drop strolling down her cheek representing a piece to her broken heart. It was cruel to dismiss her from his life just like it was cruel to have wished he died on Pier 51. Anguish took over her hand, hurt that he felt that way about her, the blonde one, Maximista, the mother of his...child. She didn't know why, in this moment, she referred herself as that, but she wasn't going to figure it out now. Striking Johnny's cheek, she dared him not to say those words to her ever again because her Spinelli was anything but heartless.

"Max," Lulu called her name in shock, not at all supportive of what she just did.

Johnny stretched his jaw as his hand touched his sore cheek, "Hand getting a little weak Maxie?" He said to remind her of the two times she hit Spinelli.

"How could you say something like that to me?" Maxie whimpered, "Do you think I don't know how much I've hurt him? Do you think I don't know that he's angry and hates me?"

"He doesn't hate you," Ethan uttered from behind, rolling his eyes at the over dramatic situation Will Turner caused. "Maxie darling," Ethan walked up to her before removing his handkerchief, "No use crying over spilled milk."

"What?" Maxie hiccupped the tears in her throat.

"Don't worry it's clean," he said before wiping her tears and explaining what he meant, "Damian didn't want you or any of us for that matter to accompany him because this is a far more delicate situation than you or I will ever understand."

"What do you mean?" She touched his hand, wanting him to stop wiping her tears and explain just how 'delicate' of a situation this was.

He looked at her not wanting to answer, but Johnny repeated the same question with Lulu looking at him wanting to know too.

"Look guys, it's not my place…"

"Like hell it is," Johnny pushed him away from Maxie and removed his gun.

"Whoa," Ethan raised his hands before looking at Lulu to do something.

"Johnny! Put the gun down!" Lulu demanded before looking at Maxie who was very nervous, "Come on John, not here."

Johnny knew what she was asking and he couldn't grant her it because he didn't trust Ethan and he knew that Spinelli, deep down, didn't either.

"You know," Johnny shoved the gun under his chin, "I find it a little too much of a coincidence that you, all knowledgeable of Spinelli's family, are here the night his only living relative takes a turn for the worse."

Ethan looked at him loathing, but wasn't about to lose his cool over the man he would love to get into a fight with, "Come on Mate, you're upsetting Maxie here."

"Yes Johnny," Lulu agreed as she stood beside Maxie who wasn't appreciating the heightened anxiety.

"Tell us, his friends, what's really going on."

"I can't," Ethan looked over to Johnny, "It's not something he'd want me to tell you guys."

"Why?" Lulu asked gently, wrapping her arm around Maxie for support, "Ethan," Lulu called his name with her eyes hinting for him to say something to ease Maxie's mind.

"Max," Ethan tried to look at her but Johnny purposely made it difficult, "Hey pal!"

"Oh I'm not your mate anymore?"

"John," Maxie said his name, annoyed by their bickering that wasn't making her feel good, "Please…" She paused, closing her eyes for a brief moment, she felt her throat drying up and she knew that was a signal she was going to be sick.

"Maxie?" Lulu looked over to her, "You don't look so good."

She opened her eyes and stared at Ethan and Johnny, "If Spinelli doesn't want us to know then I don't want to knnn-o-w."

"Come on," Lulu saw her face turn pale, "I'll help you."

Maxie nodded, she couldn't believe she even considered going to Oakfield and being by his side when she was constantly feeling the illnesses of pregnancy. Negligence and selfishness is what it was and she felt bad she wasn't trying to do better for the baby. She walked with Lulu, who as they passed them, glared at Dillon to get control of the situation.

"See what you guys just did!" Dillon walked up to them, furious that their arguing had been about Lulu and not about Maxie or Spinelli, "Take your jealousy outside."

Johnny looked away from Ethan, "Your right, I'm sorry, I'll go put this away. Watch him."

"I don't need watching," Ethan retorted and Johnny disagreed completely. Spinelli didn't trust him as much as he let on and he hoped that Lulu would soon discover this. Johnny left the house with his phone in hand, "Hey Claud, it's me." He opened the car door and placed his pistol in the glove compartment, "Look can you do me a favor? Find everything you can on Ethan Lovett…Yeah I know it's a funny name, but he knows Spinelli and I think he's here to cause trouble for him...Yes and for me too, he stole Lulu…Claudia! I know you'd love more than anything for Lulu and I to end, but Ethan is a threat, a threat that needs to be eliminated. He showed up out of nowhere and I think he wants something from Spinelli. I don't know what! All I know is this is the last thing Spinelli needs at the moment."

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To be continued…..

The plane lands and everything is not what it seems. Who is Iris? (Note: she's not a new love interest or anything, not exactly.)

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