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An hour later Emily, Layla, Sonny, Carly, Brenda and Jason were all sitting in Sonny's Penthouse letting the events of the past couple of days set in. Emily and Layla had told their stories and Sonny had called Mike–who was out of town–for conformation on Layla's story; in the end he couldn't be sure, but Mike said that her story was probably true and that he didn't even think to check on the other girl in the hospital at the time of the accident. After he got off the phone Sonny readily accepted her as his sister and wouldn't hear of her paying for anything while she was in town. It was just like Emily had said- he really just wanted to get to know her.
For his part Jason went into a further explanation of how he had come to be married to Brenda, with her throwing in little details along the way, much to his annoyance. While they told the story Emily just looked from one of them to the other and had to hold back a smile, she could tell that whether they liked the idea or not they were definitely beginning to get used to having each other around. She gave them two weeks before they were sharing a room and to her surprise Sonny seemed to notice this also and didn't seem to mind it. He even looked happy about the situation.
Carly still hadn't apologized for yelling at Sonny's newfound sister, but no one had really expected her to, not even Layla. Emily was happy that everything seemed to be working out for everyone else, but she wasn't sure what she was supposed to be doing now. She wanted try and find her mother, but she didn't know if everyone else would be ready for that, especially Monica.
"I think it's time we all got some sleep," Sonny said as he got up from his seat on the couch and walked over to check the time on the clock. "We can continue talking tomorrow about what happens and maybe even see about finding your mother Emily, but for now rest is good."
"Shit," Layla said looking over at Emily. "We never got our reservations for a hotel…we don't have anywhere to stay."
"Well obviously you'll stay here Layla and Emily can stay at Jason's," Everyone turned to look at Carly who had been quiet since her comments in the lemo and all at once they started laughing when they realized that was the closest thing Layla was getting to an apology. Carly sat there annoyed for a few minutes before everyone went to their designated Penthouse and their designated beds.
Forty-five minutes later Emily looked over at the clock in Jason's spare room and realized she wasn't going to be getting any sleep. She lay in bed for a minute before deciding that she was going to go out to a bar she knew about that was right outside of town. She had gone there a few times before she left town, luckily the owner, Frankie, didn't really care how old the people shooting pool were just as long as the didn't drink. Not that it mattered now she was legal.
"Oh my gosh, Emily is that you?" Frankie asked as Emily took a seat at the bar. When she just looked up and smiled at the older woman the conversation one-sided conversation continued. "How long has it been since you stepped foot into this place two…maybe three years? Where have you been girl?"
"It's a long story Frankie…can I get a drink. I swear I'm legal now." Emily replied with a hint of humor in her voice and she waited for the beer to be sat down in front of her before continuing. "Truthfully I haven't really been anywhere except rehab…"
"Then you shouldn't be here darling," the older woman replied before snatching the drink out of her hand.
"It's alright Frankie, that's not the type of rehab she means," Emily heard a man respond before the thoughts even formed in her head. "You see little-Ms. Quartermaine here got herself into some trouble of the mobster kind. She's been in physical therapy for a while, not drug therapy."
Emily turned around all ready the give the man a flippant reply, but when she laid eyes on him she realized that she knew him from somewhere. He was standing there with an almost cocky smile on his face and she really wanted to hit him, he was wearing a blue T-shirt and jeans–which look very odd, yet fitting for some reason–and had a chiseled face and dark hair. It took her a second to really get everything to come together, but once she did she was utterly surprised. "Your Johnny…right? Johnny O'Brien, your work for my brother and Sonny."
"Yea that's me and I'm sure that my bosses wouldn't appreciate me allowing you to sit here drinking alone, so how about we make a deal. I'll buy you a drink and you let me make sure you don't get yourself into any trouble…"
"I don't need a babysitter," Emily interrupted and then started to reach into her purse to get some money and realized she hadn't brought her purse with her; she had "borrowed" the keys to Jason's car that he never really drove. "But considering the fact that I seemed to have left my money at home I will let you buy me that drink."
"Of course you did," Johnny said not at all surprised and the held up two fingers to the other bartender since Frankie had already left, and then turned back to his new companion. "So does your brother know your in town or do I have to drag you kicking and screaming back to him?"
"Why don't you wake him up and ask him?" Emily said annoyed and then grabbed her drink and headed for the only empty pool table in the bar.
Johnny watched her walk away and laughed softly to himself at the way her hips sway back and forth. He knew he was walking straight into trouble before he even got up and followed her, but then again you don't become a mobster if you don't like trouble at least a little bit. The question was; was he ready for the amount he knew she would bring.
"Oh I'm sorry did you want to play," Emily said as she stepped in front of him and leaned over to take a shot giving him a perfect view of her butt and the fact the she either wasn't wearing underwear or if she was, it was the kind that everyman dreamed of seeing a woman in. Either way she had half the guys in the bar looking at her ass.
He stepped up behind her, placed his hands on her hips and slowly leaned over to whisper in her ear. "Actually I did come in here to play pool, but it seems as though you have a different game in mind."–Then he swiftly moved from behind her to the other side of the table to pick up his own pool stick.
Emily's breath hitched in her throat as he whispered in her ear and she all, but got down on both knee's and thanked god when he left to the other side of the table. She hadn't really planned on ending up flirting with some guy–especially not some guy that worked for her brother–but now that she was, it was actually a very good distraction.
"So what are you doing here anyway?" Emily asked as she took another shot. "I mean obviously Jason didn't send you to follow me so how do you know about this place?"
Johnny laughed as she expertly hit the all but one of the solids into the pockets she called. "You weren't the only teenager Frankie allowed into her bar to play pool Ms. Quartermaine, actually I've seen you in here a couple of times. You just didn't look like you wanted to be bothered."
"First of all my name's Emily, and I didn't really want to be bothered this time so what changed? I mean have you just been watching me from afar all of this time waiting until I was old enough to make your move." She said jokingly as she wiggled between him and the pool table and hit the five ball in.
"Don't flatter yourself sweetheart," Johnny said as she hopped up onto the pool table and he stepped in between her legs. "I haven't been admiring anything, actually there was usually someone else who kept my attention off of you, if you know what I mean. Also, I just wanted to be sure your brother knew you were in town and I wasn't going to get shot for not telling him I saw you in a bar."
Emily knew that she was playing with fire, but at this point she didn't really care, she leaned down and locked eyes with the man standing in front of her. Slowly she brushed her lips over his, eventually running her tongue over his bottom lip. Then she pulled back and planted a very chaste kiss on his lips.
Johnny was completely surprised at how easily she had pulled him in, usually in situations like these–not that he was often in these situations–he was in control, but she seemed dead set on not allowing that to happen. When Emily pulled away he couldn't take it anymore, he rubbed his hands up and down her arms and followed her head back when she pulled away. He kissed her lightly at first, almost as lightly as she had kissed him, but soon a hunger built up inside him and he deepened the kissed and held onto her shoulders for dear life as he felt her hands running through his hair. After a couple of minutes of that he pulled away and he noticed to look of complete and utter despair in her eyes.
"I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that," he said as he backed away from her, but the look also told him it wasn't the kiss that had her sad. "What's wrong, Emily?"
She was very surprised that he had asked and even more surprised that all of the information had just come pouring out of her. This was the first time since she had found out the truth that she really had a good cry. Of course it had to wait until she was being thoroughly kissed, and in a great looking guys arms to happen, but at least she was starting to feel a little bit better.
"I would say I'm sorry, but I figure enough people have already told you that so how about you tell me what you need to hear and I'll say it," Johnny was very confused by the woman who was now sitting in front of him at a booth, one minute she was completely in control and the next she was crying and telling him her life story, but he liked it. God help him he was walking straight into trouble and danger and all of those things his father always told him to stay away from in relationships and he liked it.
"I should be telling you I'm sorry, I just told you this great big sob story and here you are babysitting me on your night off. So I'm sorry."
Johnny was about to tell her she had not reason to be sorry when his phone rang, "O'Brien."
"It's Jason, I need you to help me look for my sister. She just got back into town and has been having a bad day, I don't think she in any real danger yet, but I'm still worried about her being out alone tonight."
He took a deep breath and looked over at Emily, she could tell by the look on his face that he was talking to Jason and she got very nervous all of the sudden.
Johnny noticed Emily staring at him and he left the table to finish the conversation, "Yea I know she showed up at the bar I'm in."
"Okay, bring her back here."
He desperately wanted to argue, but he knew that there was no reason. With Jason there was no discussion–even if he did have more say than most of the "bodyguards" in Sonny's organization–Johnny knew that when Jason gave an order it was to be followed to a T. He barely got the words out that they were on their way before Jason hung up.
"We're leaving, huh?" Emily knew how the conversation was going to go before Johnny even left the table. Jason would tell him to bring her home and he would do it, because it was his job. Just like sitting with her tonight and listening to her cry was his job, but she just couldn't figure out how his kissing her had anything to do with is job. Before he could respond she got up and walked out of the bar, she look at all of the cars in the parking lot and started walking straight toward the one the was similar to Jason's in every way except color. He got in the driver seat without a word and they were off.