"I haven't told Mac about our engagement yet, cause you're still healing. I don't want him to kill you," Maxie revealed as the two rode the elevator up to the penthouse.
"Our pending nuptials are something to celebrate, not murder over," the cyber geek articulated as the doors opened.
The couple strolled out, arms laced, welcomed by an expecting Max. They all swapped smiles while the guard opened the door for them.
"Spinelli, I have dinner with him and my mom later. I will discuss it with them then," she replied, noticing the various suitcases distributed around the room.
"Did Stone Cold send for Ally's belongings?" the young man asked, picking up a pair of heels off the floor.
"No...he did that a couple of weeks ago. I know, cause I helped unpack," the fashionista answered, cautiously walking further into the room.
"So what disaster occurred here?" he questioned, picking up a stiletto shoe.
"Maybe Ally went shopping," Maxie proposed.
"I don't think so," Spinelli responded, pushing aside a suitcase to sit.
"Jason?" a voice called out from upstairs.
The pair swapped glances, cause the voice didn't belong to their friend.
"It can't be," Spinelli murmured when he finally recognized the voice.
Maxie watched him shift towards the stairs. "What?" she demanded, just as a dark-haired beauty emerged at the top.
"The Divine One," Spinelli articulated in awe of the woman. "Welcome back, Brenda."
"Spinelli!" she exclaimed upon noticing him.
The model ran, throwing her arms around the hacker.
"Oh!" he grimaced, pulling away.
"Careful!" Maxie instructed, pulling the man out of Brenda's grasp. "He is recovering from a gunshot wound."
"Aww, honey, I didn't know," she stated, grabbing his hand. "Are you okay? What happened?"
Spinelli beamed, "The Jackal suffered at the hands of the Mob King, Anthony Zacchara while protecting Damsel Ally."
"The woman sleeping in Jason's bed?" Brenda questioned, laughing. "Why?"
Maxie scoffed, "She's a friend."
"So most of your friends just bunk with Jason?" the woman investigated.
"What the Divine One may not know is that Stone Cold and Fair Ally are together. Have been for about four weeks."
Maxie nodded at his words.
"So he was able to move on? What was that girl's name again?" the model asked.
"Sam!" Maxie declared, annoyed.
"Right."
"Why don't you clean up this mess before Jason gets home. He won't like this," Maxie replied, pulling Spinelli to the stairs.
"I'm not worried about Jason," she expressed.
"Let's go upstairs and check on Ally," Maxie suggested.
"I rather stay here and converse with the Divine One," the hacker notified her, eyes remaining on Brenda.
"Spinelli?"
"Let him do what he wants," Brenda told Maxie, opening one of her numerous suitcases.
"He does what he wants, but he shouldn't be around you," Maxie clarified.
"Spinelli and I are friends. You still can't accept that fact," she stated.
Maxie scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "I can't believe Jason is letting you stay here."
"Why are you staying here?" Brenda inquired, raising an eyebrow.
"To take care of my fiancee," the blond replied. "Jason wants me here. Can't say the same for you," she responded just as the front door opened.
"What the hell happened in here?" Jason yelled, looking around the room.
"Brenda," Maxie breathed out, sitting on the bottom stair.
Jason glared at Brenda. "Why do you need so much shit?"
"What? I don't know how long I am going to be here. I brought what I thought was necessary," she explained.
"She has more clothes than, Ally and I put together," the fashionista mumbled to the enforcer.
"Get your shit out of my living room," he instructed her, walking into the kitchen.
Maxie smirked, "You better do as he says. He isn't about throwing people's things in the hall."
Brenda frowned, looking towards the kitchen. "Jase?"
"Brenda, I don't care what you have to say. Get your shit picked up," he called back to her.
"Can you ask your men to help me with my suitcases?" she pleaded.
"My men are to protect you, not to wait on you," he emphasized, walking back into the living room, clutching a beer.
"Well, with their help, I could get this done faster."
"No!"
"Master, yours truly could help," Spinelli offered.
"NO!" he repeated. "You are recovering. In fact, Maxie take him upstairs so he can rest," Jason instructed.
Maxie grinned, "My pleasure."
Brenda hated the little smirk plastered across Maxie's face as she escorted Spinelli up the stairs.
"You need to stop bossing people around," Brenda stated.
"I don't boss anyone around. About four weeks ago, Spinelli took a bullet to the chest. He needs to take it easy and not carry your stupid suitcases."
"Seems like everyone around you is getting shot," she concluded.
"If you're so worried about people around me getting shot, then why'd you come here?" he questioned, sitting on the edge of the chair.
"Cause I know what happened to them, isn't your fault," she responded.
Jason chugged the rest of his beer, his eyes glaring at the model. "Clean up my living room."
"Can I ask Max to help?"
"Whatever," he sighed, placing his empty bottle on the bar next to the stairs.
"Jase?" Brenda called out just as he was about to wander up to his room.
"What?"
"Thanks for letting me stay here."
"It's not like I had a choice," he uttered, leaving the woman alone.
Jason leaned upon the wall close to his room, taking in some deep breaths.
"How long is she going to be here?" Maxie asked, placing herself directly in front of him.
"I don't know. I'm working on getting Brenda back to Paris, I promise," he informed her.
"I just don't trust her with Spinelli," Maxie confessed, leaning against the wall opposite of Jason.
"I know," he whispered, closing his eyes.
"Jason, I don't ask you for anything. Please, just get her out of here as soon as possible," she pleaded.
"I'm working on it," he assured her.
"Thank you," she spoke just before going back into her room.
Jason nodded as he did the same. A smile spread across his face, finding Ally asleep in their bed. He quietly closed the door while kicking off his boots. He stripped down to his boxer, leaving a trail of clothes behind him. He climbed carefully into bed, pulling Ally's petite body against his.
"Hey," she whispered, her eyes remaining closed.
"Hey," he murmured into her neck.
"How was the rest of your day?" she questioned, lacing their fingers together.
"Good," he uttered, touching his lips to her shoulder. "How was your day?"
"Lonely," she answered, rolling over to face him.
"Lonely? Why?" he asked, reaching up, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
"I stayed up here most of the day," she informed, nibbling her lower lip.
"You let Brenda intimidate you?"
Ally chuckled, "Oh, God, no! I just didn't want to listen to her ramble on about how bad you supposedly are for me."
"That's Brenda," he breathed out.
"Plus, I don't think she liked finding us in here this morning," she added, drawing circles on his chest.
"I don't care, besides it's not like anything was going on," he commented, sounding more disappointed then he meant to.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
"No, Ally," he began, pulling away so he could look at her. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it the way it came out."
"I know. I'm grateful for how patient you have been through my recovery," she stated.
Jason placed a kiss on her lips. "You are worth waiting for," he murmured, trailing his finger down her cheek.
The young woman cupped his cheek, pecking his lips over and over. "This is the hard part."
Jason nodded, placing his hand on her hip. "When do you see Patrick again?"
Ally smirked, licking her lips. "Tomorrow."
A grin crept across his face. "Tomorrow?" She nodded, eyes locked on his. "So maybe, I need to come home early tomorrow."
"Or maybe..." She trailed off, brushing her lips against his. "We can go away for the night."
Jason moaned in agreement. "Yeah. The penthouse is a little crowded."
"Very crowded," she corrected, pecking his lips.
"Well, since I want you to myself tomorrow, I'll have to set something up," he mumbled, pulling her body against his.
"I can't wait," she expressed.
"Me neither," he added, pulling her against his body. He smiled, her head finding it's place on his chest. "I love you," he whispered into the top of her head.
"I love you too," she sighed, wrapping her free arm around his torso.
Author's Note: Happy New Year to you all. I have been writing up a storm. I have so many ideas. Writing three different parts of the story at the same time. I just hope that you all like all that I have coming up. Like I said I just figured out who I want to be the one to help Luis. I wrote some things for the trial. I wrote something that could hurt our couple. I wrote am in the middle of writing the part that everyone is looking forward too. LOL. I can't wait to see what you think of what I have come up with. LOVE YOU ALL.