Luis Torres paced in front of Ally, laughing hysterically in her face. She tried to move, tried to speak, but nothing happened.

"Did you finally have a mental breakdown?" he taunted her. "I know I'm the reason for you being insane. Morgan doesn't deal with crazy very well. He might hand you off to his equally unstable boss. I mean, Corinthos and Morgan sure do like to swap women," Luis laughed, inches from her face.

"Morgan used to fool around with Carly all the time. All that does explain why she is so weirdly possessive over him," he continued to taunt her.

Ally struggled to get away from the man and his awful tormenting words. She pleaded with him, but her words seemed to be only heard by herself. She struggled to get free of the ropes around her wrists, feeling them tighten the more she tried to get free.

A door flies open, revealing Jason armed with guns, pointed directly at Luis. She watched as the enforcer continually shoot the man over and over again. The shooting never stopped.

Ally's body finally jolted awake to the sound of someone pounding on her hotel room. She sat up quickly, grabbing the gun from the nightstand next to the bed. She dried the tears, trying to find the balance between illusion and reality.

Her body jerked against as the pounding grew louder. Gripping her gun tighter, Ally reluctantly pulled herself out of bed and shuffled towards the door. Biting her lip, the young girl leaned forward to peer through the door's peephole.

The moment Jason's face came into focus on the other side, Ally felt herself calm down a bit. She placed the gun on the table nearby, while trying to overcome emotions that raced through her body. The young woman felt herself becoming exhausted at just the thought of dealing with the man. It didn't matter how she felt though, she knew Jason wouldn't leave, especially if he knew she was inside.

After taking a few deep breaths, Ally gradually unlocked the door and pulled it open. Jason stood on the other side, glaring at the girl. He was a little taken back at the sight of her standing there in just his black t-shirt. He did his best not to be extremely obvious as his eyes raked over her petite body. No one knew what to say to the other, even though there was so much to be said.

"How did you find me?" she finally asked.

Jason frowned, raising his eyebrow. "Are you really asking me that?"

She groaned, rolling her eyes as she turned her back to him. "Spinelli."

"Why did you leave?" he questioned, entering the room, quickly closing the door behind him.

"Why does it matter?" she shot back, turning back around to face him.

"Cause I love you, Ally."

"Do you?" she probed, crossing her arms over her chest.

Jason looked at her, confused. "You know, I do."

"Do I? I didn't know it last night," she stated, throwing her arms up in the air. "It's like the moment you found out everything about Faith; you made me feel like I did it all."

"So instead of coming to talk to me, you left," he spat back at her.

"I left to give you space to deal with everything," she answered, looking down at the floor.

"Ally..."

"Jason, you could barely look at me after we left the warehouse the other night. When I asked you if we were going to be okay, you said you didn't know. Why would I stay?" she asked, glancing up at him through her eyelashes.

"I didn't want you to leave," he responded, running his fingers through his hair.

"Jason, you can barely look at me now," she pointed out. "I don't want this for us. I never wanted you to know she was my mother, especially after discovering the hell she put everyone through. She was dead," Ally explained, crossing her arms over her chest once more. "Never did I think that once you found out everything that you would completely shut me out."

"I don't know how to deal with this any better than you do," he admitted. "Your mother killed my wife."

"I KNOW!" she screamed at him. "You don't think I know that is the fact that makes all this fucked up?" Tears streamed down her cheeks, gazing at him. "What makes it even worse is that you're looking at me like I'm the one that pulled the trigger."

"Ally..."

"Don't even try to deny it, Jason. I see the way you're looking at me, or the lack thereof. You've never looked at me this way, not even when you first met me," she pointed out. "That look right there is why I left."

"How am I suppose to deal with this when you left out two important details about yourself?" he declared, taking a step towards her, causing her to step back.

"Do you think I like that she is my mother. There is a reason I changed my name. The whole reason I didn't tell you is that I believed she was dead," Ally revealed.

"Yeap, you killed her and everything," he mumbled, shaking his head.

"You don't get to judge me for what I did," she blurted out, this time taking a step towards him. "She deserved to die, and you of all people know I'm right. I mean, didn't you almost kill her yourself?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jason stared down at her, his tongue wetting his lips. The woman caused mixed emotions to pulse throughout his body. He wanted to be mad at her, but her standing in his black shirt, challenging him, made him want to forget everything.

"What about Sam?" he asked.

Ally clutched her eyes shut, trying not to cry. That detail was what hurt the most. "I didn't know she killed Sam till seconds before Luis took me from the hospital." She sighed, taking a step back. "I would have never kept that detail from you," she promised with new tears falling down her cheeks. "Jason...my whole life, my mother had control of, except you." She fell onto the end of the bed. "You chose to love me. My mother didn't have to offer me up as a prize to you."

"What do you mean?" he questioned, placing himself next to her.

Ally rubbed her face, wiping the tears from her face before turning to look at him. "I discovered my mother basically gave me to the Zaccharas. My meeting Johnny was a setup. He never loved me. I was a pawn in my mother's games. She told Anthony about Lady Lynn," she revealed, shaking her head in disbelief. "My mother destroyed every part of my life, including my life with you."

Jason reached out to take her hand, only to have her reject him.

"Please don't," she scolded, moving away. "You don't get to do that."

"Do what?"

"Be an ass and then try to comfort me," she responded, trying to fight back a new set of tears.

"Ally," he pleaded, reaching for her.

"No!" she cried out, pushing away his hands. "You made me feel like I did something wrong. You looked at me as if I was as bad as my mother. You pushed me away when I needed you," she sobbed, pushing away his hands once again when he tried to pull her back towards him. "I know all this is hard for you. It's hard for me, too," she cried, standing up from the bed. "I needed you."

"Ally, stop!" he begged, taking her hand, pulling the woman back down next to him. "I'm sorry," he expressed while she continued to try and pull away from his grasp.

"You hurt me!" she stated, pushing his hands against his chest while he wrapped his arms around her body.

"I know," he whispered into her ear. "I never wanted to hurt you like everyone else," he continued, trying to be strong for her. "I didn't know how to handle everything, and I was wrong in who I did," he continued, feeling Ally letting down her defenses. "I love you, Ally," he mumbled into the top of her head, smoothing down her hair.

Ally wanted to continue to fight against all of Jason's attempts to comfort her. The woman just didn't have the energy to fight him anymore. She finally caved, throwing her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest and sobbed. She cried in anger and frustration due to all the drama her mother brought into her life.

Ally cried till she felt like she didn't have any tears left to cry. Jason held her body against him the entire time, feeling as if he owed her. Finally, Ally pulled away and gazed up at the man, meant with a small smile. She smiled back as Jason wiped away a few of her tears.

"You okay?" he asked, lacing his fingers into her hair.

"I will be," she uttered. "What about you? What's going on in your head?"

Jason looked around, biting his lip before returning his eyes to her. "As much as I enjoy that we are alone right now, I want you to come home," he revealed. "Whatever we have to deal with, we can figure it out back at the penthouse."

Ally smiled, "Okay." She slowly stood up, only to have Jason pull her into his lap. Before she could protest, Jason's lips were on hers. "That was nice," she mumbled, playing with the small hairs on his neck.

"We don't necessarily have to leave right now," he replied, slowly lowering their bodies onto the bed, keeping his arms wrapped around her body.

Ally giggled, pressing her lips against his once more. She continued to kiss him, pulling away minutes later, looking down at him, concerned.

"What is it?" the enforcer asked, placing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Are you okay to do this?" Jason frowned at her question. "You were just in an accident less than forty-eight hours ago," she stated, reaching up, running her fingers over the bandage on his head.

"I'm fine. I promise," Jason insisted, running his fingertips over the young woman's discolored eye. "What about you?"

"I'm beyond fine," she assured him, reaching up and taking hold of his wrist. "I'm with you."

Jason smiled, pulling her down into a kiss. They let the moment consume them, cause neither knew when they would get a chance to be alone again.

Author's Note: I loved writing this chapter. I just can't keep them apart. I hope you enjoy all the updates today. I will be busy the next few days, so I hope the new chapters hold you over for a while. Love you all. Lots of kisses!