"Max, please, I need to talk to Jason now," the dark-haired woman insisted to the guard early the next morning outside the penthouse door.

Max stared at the woman very surprised as he placed himself between her and the door. "I'm sorry not before noon."

"Pleeease, Max. Just tell Jason it's really important," she begged him.

"Again, I was told not to disturb him before noon and I follow orders," he told the lady.

She scoffed, "Always following orders. Do you all ever think for yourself?" The man rolled his eyes at the woman's outburst. "Let me talk to him," she demanded trying to reach around Max.

Max caught her arm, "You need to come back later, or maybe even tomorrow."

"Max!" she screamed. "Please!"

"You need to go now," he insisted, picking up her small frame and escorting her back to the elevator.

"JASON!" she yelled towards the door.

Max shook his head waiting for the elevator to arrive. He had to admit she was just how he remembered her from so long ago. She was very persistent.

"Jason," she cried out again, struggling to get away from the man.

Just as the elevator door open, so did the penthouse door.

"What the hell, Max?" Jason exclaimed walking out of his penthouse in just a pair of sweats.

"Jason..." the woman said upon seeing the half wake enforcer.

"Oh God!" he groaned when he came face to face with her. "What are you doing here?"

"I needed to see you," she explained as Max placed her back on her feet.

"Why? Aren't you suppose to be in Paris?" he asked rubbing his face, praying this was just a bad dream.

"I need to talk to you, please," she replied gesturing towards the penthouse.

Jason groaned closing his eyes. He knew she wouldn't go away if he didn't do what she asked. "Go," he said pointing towards the penthouse.

"Thank you," she sighed walking pass the man.

"I'm sorry, Boss," Maxie commented.

"Don't be. No one can handle that woman," Jason expressed running his hand through his hair as he walked back into his place.

"Jason, I'm sorry about just barging into your life, but..." she trailed off. "Can you maybe put a shirt on?"

"No, this is my place and I be dressed however I want to," he informed her. "If you don't like it..." He gestured towards the door.

"Fine..." she said throwing up her hands. "I need your help."

"With what?" he questioned leaning against his desk.

"I think someone is trying to kill me," she told him.

Jason rolled his eyes, "What makes you think that?"

"Someone shot at me," she answered.

"When?" he asked walking towards her.

"When exactly, Brenda?" he demanded.

The petite woman sighed falling onto the couch. "I was at a gala last night in Paris and someone shot me."

"You have any idea who might it be?" he continued with the question sitting on the arm of the couch.

"No," she answered looking up at him.

Jason stared at her for just a second before standing up,. "Okay...here's what I'm going to do." He took a deep breath then continued. "I'm going to have my men look into it. I'll contact some connections that we have over there and see what they can find. In the meantime, where do you plan on staying?"

"Um, I was hoping that I could stay here in my old room," she answered biting her lip.

"My life can never just be normal," he breathed out.

"Jason...is everything okay?" a voice echoed from upstairs.

Brenda frowned the moment she heard the voice. She tilted her head as her eyes moved from Jason to the stairs, where Ally was slowly walking down.

"Who are you?" Brenda asked looking between the two people in front of her.

"Ally Lynn," she answered placing herself next to Jason.

"Is that name suppose to mean something to me?" Brenda expressed, coldly.

Ally frowned, "No, but why don't you tell me who the hell are you."

"Brenda Barrett, Jason's wife," she answered, crossing her arms across her chest.

"Wife?" she said, looking up at Jason.

"Ex-wife," Jason corrected her.

The woman looked between the two, not sure how to take what she just heard. Taking a step back, "Well, I guess I'll leave you two alone to talk."

"Ally, we will talk about this later," he promised.

She help up her hands, "It's none of my business."

Jason sighed in frustration watching her disappear up the stairs. "Why did you say that?"

"What?" she questioned shrugging.

"Seriously? You just had to announce to her that you were my wife."

"Who is she to you anyway?" she asked.

"Doesn't matter," he breathed out turning away from her. "I'll get the guards to help you get help you with your things," he informed walking up the stairs.

Jason stood outside his room knowing that the woman on the other side was probably not happy with him. They just discussed her past last night and how it was a lot for him and now just this morning someone from his past made an appearance. He felt like they couldn't just have one day of just normal in their lives. With one small breath, Jason entered the room. He found her staring out the window.

"Al..."

"Is she still here?"

"Yeah...she's going to staying for awhile," he answered closing the door.

"What?" she exclaimed turning towards him.

"Hey..." he began walking in her direction. "My marriage to her wasn't a conventional marriage."

"I don't care," she whispered shaking her head.

"Please...just let me tell you cause I know you're going to be mad the whole time she is here if I don't," he said taking her hand.

"You married her. Why do you need to explain?"

"I didn't marry her cause I loved her. I married her cause of Sonny," he explained.

"What?"

"It's a long story, but you need to know I don't love her. I never loved her," he assured her slowly wrapping his arms around her waist.

She sighed making eye contact with him. "You never loved her?" He shook his head. "Why is she here?"

"She needs me to protect her," he smirked.

"You are just in the business of protecting everyone, huh?"

"Yeah, basically," he shrugged.

She ran her fingers up his arms. "She's not going to fall in love with you like I did, is she?"

"Oh, God, no. Her and I barely get along, let alone like each other," he spoke, leading her to the bed.

"Then why let her stay?" she questioned.

"Cause she has to. I have to keep her safe."

Ally frowned, "She's just a job?"

"Mmm, not really, but that's what she believes," he said just before kissing her.

Ally smiled kissing him back. She laced her arms around his neck as he pulled her closer to him. Their bodies slowly fell unto the bed.

"Jason..." Brenda called out, pushing open the door to his room. "Oh..." she expressed finding Jason hovering over the young woman's body.

"What do you want?" he asked sitting up, wiping the lip gloss from his lips.

"Well, just wondering if you can have your guards get my things now. I would like to wash this plane smell off of me," she expressed leaning against the door frame, eyes glued to Ally.

"Yeah," he breathed out, kissing Ally quickly, before grabbing a shirt and walking out of his room.

Brenda watched Jason leave, before turning towards Ally.

"So...I guess you're Jason's new girlfriend." Ally glared at the woman as she talked. "You know it's not safe to be with him."

"It wasn't safe where I was before him," Ally countered.

"People die around Jason?"

"Then why are you here?" she questioned standing up.

"You got guts," the model commented.

"So do you," she expressed walking out of the room.

"But really...people who fall for Jason end up hurt in some way," Brenda said following behind.

"I got hurt by the person I was with before Jason," she informed lifting up the back of her shirt, displaying to Brenda the healing wound on her back. "Jason saved me."

Brenda stood in shock at the top of the stairs after seeing the young woman's back. She didn't know what to say, but deep knew why Ally said what she said. Sure Brenda knew Jason's life was dangerous, but she did always feel safe when he was around.

Author's Note: I hope you liked my little addition. There is a real reason she is here. I decided to post twice cause I don't think there will be another post for a while. You all have a Merry Christmas. I look forward to all of your reviews.