Waking up Monday morning to the warmth of the morning sun caused a smile to spread across Ally's face. She stretched slightly, feeling her body ache a little from the weekend. To her, it was a good ache, cause it reminded her of her time with Jason. Her eyes fluttered open, her gaze landing on the empty bed beside her. Due to the circumstances, she figured Jason left before the sun peeked over the horizon.
The young girl laid there thinking about everything that had happened since Friday. The whole weekend was a roller coaster ride for her emotions. Jason and Ally got closer while learning she was stronger than ever.
Ally sighed, tearing back the blankets and pulling herself out of the comforts of the bed. Staying in bed all day would send her into a depressive state that she couldn't allow. She willed herself to shower off the evening before pulling on a pair of black leggings and a white T-shirt.
Standing at the top of the stairs, Ally looked down at the chaotic living room. Brenda seemed to have moved some of her things, but stuff was just everywhere. The young girl was surprised that Jason hadn't flipped out on the model. He liked things in order, and there was no order to the mess she stared at now. She concluded that he was too distracted to notice anything going on at the penthouse.
Taking a deep breath, Ally placed her hair in a messy bun and descended the stairs. She gathered empty suitcases and began to pile Brenda's belongings in them. She continued, around the room collecting magazines, placing them in a pile in the middle of the coffee table.
"What are you doing?" a voice called from behind her.
Ally turned, finding Brenda standing in the doorway of the penthouse, glaring at her. She noticed the woman looked furious.
"Picking up your mess, that is what I'm doing," Ally stated, crossing her arms.
"Who gave you permission to touch my things," she asked, slamming the door.
"You did when you left it all over my living room," Ally shot back.
"Your living room?" she laughed. "This is Jason's house."
"Whatever," Ally expressed, rolling her eyes.
"Just, because you are sleeping in Jason's bed, doesn't make this your house," the dark-haired woman informed her.
"Brenda, walking back into Jason's life like no time has past doesn't give you the right to think you know what is going on in his life," she said, turning to face Brenda.
"I've known Jason a lot longer than you have."
"So, doesn't mean you know him," she replied, picking up a magazine off the floor.
"And you know him?"
"I know that he probably regrets letting you stay here," she answered, smirking.
"You know you're nothing to Jason, right? You're only here because he felt sorry for you. I mean, he is the reason for that nasty scar on your back, right?" Brenda asked, taking a step towards Ally.
"No," Ally corrected her. "I got shot because I fell in love with the wrong guy."
"What?" Brenda frown, not expecting that answer.
Ally sighed in frustration. "Not that it's any of your business, but I fell in love with a man hurt me more than protect me. When I tried to get away, I ended up with a bullet in my back," she explained, picking up more things around the room.
Brenda remained quiet, unsure how to respond to what Ally had told her. The model assumed the scar came from getting to close to Jason. Now she felt bad for the woman walking around the penthouse.
"Why are you here?"
"It's the only place I've ever felt safe," she answered.
"So you're just here for his protection, and that's it?" she questioned.
"What if going on with Jason and I is between us," Ally responded.
The model looked down. "Do you love him?"
"Yeah," she replied softly.
"Good because he needs someone to take care of him. Plus, to keep Carly in check, because she likes to try and manage his life," Brenda explained.
Ally frowned, "I can handle Carly."
"Not many can," the model mumbled.
"Look, I don't hold anything against you. Hell, I don't even know you, but..." she spoke, shrugging. "I am going to defend what is mine, and I mean more to Jason than you will ever know."
Brenda smiled slightly, "I understand, and just for the record, Jason and I were only married for a short period because I blackmailed him," she notified her.
Ally's eyes widen, "I don't even know what to say to that."
"Just know that Jason and I were never in love. I mean, I know I can always depend on him to have my back, but that's it," she explained, picking up her things.
"Jason is always saving someone, isn't he?"
"Yeah, pretty much and he is good at it," she responded.
"Yeah," she whispered, taking a seat on the edge of the couch.
"Are you okay?"
"Just a little dizzy. Ever since I got shot, my body has limits that I tend to forget about," she answered, taking a few deep breaths.
Brenda poured a glass of water at the small bar. "Here," she offered.
Ally smiled, weakly," Thanks."
Brenda nodded, taking a seat next to the girl. "Did it hurt?" Ally looked up at the model, confused. "I mean when it happened. Did it hurt?"
"I don't remember," she answered.
"Really?"
"When I woke up, and the drugs wore off, it hurt, but I don't remember the pain when it happened," she explained.
"Wow..." Brenda breathed out, leaning back into the couch.
"I feel aches once in a while. Sudden movements cause sharp pains, but other than that...I'm healing okay. Patrick said everything I'm feeling is normal," she described, placing the glass on the table.
"I'm sorry for accusing Jason."
"I understand why you might assume Jason was the cause. I've seen a lot of ugly since being here, but it comes from their enemies. Jason and Sonny don't hurt people just to see them suffer," she said, leaning back into the sofa.
"Sonny," Brenda sighed with a smile. "You've met him?"
"A couple of times," she answered. He has been nice to me." Ally watched Brenda's face as she spoke of the Mob Boss. "Do you like him?"
Brenda turned her gaze to Ally, surprised, "You mean, you don't know?"
"Know what?" the woman asked, turning her body towards the model.
Brenda copied Ally's motions. "Jason never told you about Sonny and my history?"
"No. He just told me about your sham of a marriage and to not let you get to me," she stated.
"Oh..."
"How big is your history with Sonny?"
"Big enough that it doesn't need to be discussed," Jason's voiced, entering the penthouse.
The women turned towards the enforcer finding him covered in debris.
"What happened to you?" Ally asked, feeling her heart start to race.
"I don't want to talk about it," he mumbled, shaking out his leather jacket then tossing it onto the desk.
The girls remained silent, watching the man secure his gun. He didn't look too frazzled from the happenings, but Ally still felt like she needed to find out what was going on.
"Are you okay?" Brenda questioned, while Jason kicked off his boots.
He glanced up at the two women, who couldn't stop staring at him. "I'm fine," he groaned. "I just need a hot shower."
Ally and Brenda exchanged looks before returning their gaze to the man.
"Brenda, clean up your shit," he shot to the woman, climbing the stairs. "Ally, get back in bed."
Ally wanted to protest, remind him that she had been released from doctor's care, but something told her that it wasn't the best time to say anything. She raised her eyes at the model, following behind the man, picking up whatever fell off Jason.
"Seriously, Jason," she called after him. "What happened?" she asked, entering their bedroom.
"Spinelli happened," he groaned, peeling off his shirt. "He blew up an old warehouse, and he almost did it with us inside," he explained, stripping off his clothes.
The young woman was about to speak, but her eyes fell upon Jason's bare ass. Her breath got caught in her throat, trying to find her words again. She was able to take focus when he disappeared into the bathroom.
"Is Spinelli okay?" she asked, hearing the shower start.
"He is fine. I don't even know why I let him return to work today," he grumbled from inside the shower.
"Jase, he just misses working with you."
"He is still recovering."
"It's been over 4 weeks," she called to him. "So what happened at the warehouse?" she questioned, leaning on the door frame.
"We were demolishing an old warehouse of Anthony's, so we could build a new one. Spinelli decided to push the detonator while we were only a few feet away," he groaned. Ally covered her mouth, trying not to laugh. "Are you laughing?" he asked, peering out of the shower.
"No," she answered, trying not to smile as she walked towards him. "But...It is a little funny," she expressed, placing a quick kiss on his lip.
"Not even close," he said, throwing water at her.
Ally giggled, "He means well."
"Whatever."
Laughs continued to leave her body as she placed herself on the bed. She took some deep breathes to calm her body down from thinking the worse upon first seeing Jason. The enforcer being nearby made it easier to relax. She moaned out loud when she felt a set of strong hands onto her shoulder, massaging her muscles.
"Mmm, that's nice," she whispered.
"Yeah..." he said back. "But I don't know if you deserve it after you laughed at me."
She opened her eyes, looking up at him over her shoulder. The smirk spread across his face. There was something in his eyes that she didn't trust. In that same thought, giggles escaped her body as Jason began to tickle her.
"Jason!" she squealed.
"What?"
"Stop!" she begged through her laughs.
"Why?" he asked, laughing.
"Jason!"
"Yes, Al?"
"Not funny anymore," she commented, smile turning to frown.
Jason stopped his actions about to check her body over when a pillow hit the side of his head.
"Aww, you tricked me," he said, laughed pulling her into his arms.
"Well, whatever I had to do to get you to stop tickling
me," she expressed, kissing his cheek.
He cupped her cheek, placing a hard kiss on her lips. Her fingers laced into his hair, pressing her clothed body against his bare chest.
"So I really didn't hurt you?" he whispered, his forehead against her.
"I'm fine, I promise. You could never hurt me," she mumbled, her fingers trailing down his naked chest.
Jason turned her body away from his, lifting her shirt, and slowly rubbing the scar. Ally smiled, feeling his touch. He was truly a different person with her, and each moment he shared with her caused her to love him more.
"Why don't you rest," he suggested, placing a kiss on her neck.
"That's all I've been doing the last four weeks is resting," she pointed out.
"It would make me feel better if you took it easy, especially after the weekend we had," he smirked, moving his lips to the other side of her neck.
"Fine..." she mumbled, turning her body to face him. "What are you going to do with the rest of your day?"
"Go dressed and go back to work," he answered, pulling her into a kiss.
"Fun," she murmured on his lips.
Jason kissed her one last time, before tossing her petite body onto the bed. A giggle escaped her lips as she placed herself under the comforter. He climbed in bed next to her, enjoying to have her next to him for a little longer. He ran his fingers through her hair while planting pecks all over her face and lips.
Jason pulled away, only to have Ally grab him by the back of his neck. "Next time you strip off all your clothes in front of me, we both better be naked, " she uttered, pulling him into another kiss.
Jason chuckled at her words while returning every kiss.
"You keep kissing me like that, I won't be able to go to work," he whispered against her lips. "Seems like you've been distracting me a lot lately."
"I like you being here," she mumbled.
Jason groaned, kissing her once more, before pulling away. "Rest, please...for me."
"Fine, just be safe. Come home to me."
"I'm always safe," he said with a smile.
Ally observed Jason as he got dressed. Her smile grew with every wink that he gave her.
"I'll see you tonight," he whispered to her, before leaving their room.
Ally watched the man leave the room, feeling her anxiety return. She sat up in the bed, taking a few deep breaths. Jason was safe, he knew how to take care of himself better than anyone. The attacks worsen after the two had become intimate. It made everything for Ally extremely real. She just hoped she could get past it all before it drove Jason away.
Author's Note: This was fun. I enjoyed Ally and Brenda and the cute stuff with Jason and Ally. I think we needed some of that before I time jumped and went to the trial. And the rest of the drama that is coming. It is alot. Just gotta make sure that it's written properly cause I put it down on paper and my brain usually works faster than my hands. I hope you enjoyed this. Hopefully get the next chapter up soon. Trial is half written and it's longest chapter to date! LOVE you ALL