*~*Mafia Princess*~*
*~*Chapter 7*~*
The cold December morning caught Stacy off guard as she walked out of the Port Charles Hotel. It was now a little after 4 am and she was sore, the guy she had met that night wanted things to go further then she wanted, ultimately causing her to get abused yet again. She continued walking down the street for what seemed like hours, not really sure where she was walking to. Slowly the place became familiar, the docks, and the place where the mystery man had saved her only weeks ago.
Still holding onto her side from the incident with the 'business man' an hour ago she sat down on the bench looking at the island across the water. Why was her life so screwed up? What did she do to deserve this? She became lost in her thoughts as she continued to look out at the water.
At the same time, Jason Morgan walked out of the coffee warehouse. He didn't mind being there late at night for the shipments, he rather enjoyed it. For two weeks all he could think about was the women he had saved, he had asked Benny for all the information he could find about Stacy Tagliati and read about her every night. Benny had attached a photo of her, she was more beautiful then he could of imagined. For some reason Sonny was also curious about Stacy too, her medical records were longer then his rap sheet. January 1995 brought in after falling down the stairs; February 1996; surgery after slipping and hitting the coffee table.
The list went on and on, even Sonny knew the reasons weren't real. She was being beaten, but one thing intrigued him about her, her birth certificate. The original one from when she was born was different from the one everyone else saw. The space where the father's name was to be placed was blank, but in the new ones the name Sammy Tagliati was placed. Who was her real father?
He continued to walk down the docks and suddenly stopped, that hair, that face, it was her. She looked so alone, so cold, so scared. She leaned her head back against the bench and closed her eyes and began to cry. He couldn't stand back anymore, part of him wanted to hold her and stop her tears, another part wanted to find out who was hurting her. Slowly he walked over to her.
Stacy still had her eyes closed when she heard the footsteps, her thoughts went back to her attack two weeks ago, and quickly she rose to her feet. "GET AWAY FROM ME!" she screamed and suddenly stood in shock, it was the same guy that saved her.
Stacy stared at the man, he looked even cutter then she could remember. Those blue eyes, she could get lost in them forever, such love, such passion, he looked like he could protect her. It was pretty obvious since the first time they had seen each other he had saved her from that robber.
She wondered if he would be able to see the hurt in her eyes from what had happened earlier in that room. She couldn't do it; she couldn't let him into her screwed up life. She turned and hurried away from him, not even looking back, just trying to get away from him.
'Why is she running from me?' Jason thought he couldn't just let her out of his life that easily. He ran after her, finally catching up to her and grabbing her by the arm, turning her to face him.
"I'm not going to hurt you", trying to reason with her. His eyes quickly left her face to the bruises on her neck. Someone hurt her again, but who he had to find out one-way or another.
"Yeah it's obvious you aren't going to hurt me but I'm late. So please get your hands off of me."
"Testy, can I at least get a name from you since I am the one that saved your life a few weeks ago and since you've been the only thing going threw my mind since." Jason stated trying to sound all nice and sweet, he flashed her his pearly whites hoping she would open up.
"Listen about that Mr.."
"Morgan, Jason Morgan" Jason extended his hand taking hers into his, instantly sparks flew between the two.
".Mr. Morgan, thank you for helping me."
"Your name?"
"Huh?" This was getting fun, for the first time in over a year Jason was actually having fun with a girl.
"What's your name Miss?"
"Oh it's S.Candy, my names Candy". Jason stopped for a minute, were the files wrong on her, he was certain her name was Stacy Tagliati, why did she just say Candy? Maybe she was trying to cover up her real identity, he wanted to play along with this.
"Okay uh, Candy, what did your parents love Candy or something?" Not finding his comments very funny, she gave him a smirk and continued to walk away from him out onto the street waiting for a cab.
Jason hurried over to her. "So what are we doing?" Stacy looked at him, 'what was his problem? Why couldn't he just leave and go about his business?' but in a way she didn't want him to leave her alone.
"I am going home, you on the other hand, I don't know what your going to be doing."
He couldn't let her out of his life this easily, he had to stall her, "Can I give you a ride or something?"
Oh god did she want to say yes, but she liked this little game they were playing, if he really wanted to know her he'd know what to do. Stacy continued down the street as Jason followed only a few feet behind her. Stacy knowing that he was following her turned around but was still a little stunned to see him right behind her.
"What are you doing?" Stacy looked at Jason puzzled wondering why he was following her.
"I'm just wondering why we went around in a circle" Stacy looked around, he was right they were back on the docks, she was lost, Jason gave her a concerning look.
"I can uh.I can take you home if you'd like" Stacy gave him a questionable look, wondering what he was really up to, Jason realizing he had to convince her to somehow follow him to his bike and he would take her back home.
"I swear I'm not an axe murder or anything like that, remember I saved you here before?" Stacy looked deep into his eyes, seeing something she had never seen in another man's eyes, she smiled.
"Yeah I remember that night, believe me sometimes it's a night I wish I could forget." Maybe she was always thinking about him just like he was with her.
Stacy continued to walk, finally walking down to Courtland Street, one of the worst parts of Port Charles, Jason followed right behind her. 'How can she live in a place like this with all the money she has?' Finally gaining the courage the speak again he turned him around to face him.
"You live around here?" Stacy taking offense to his remark snicker at him,
"Yeah why, are you scared?"
"Me scared? Yeah right, just a little scared for you, how can you walk down here in the early morning hours without any protection?"
Stacy looked around her street, he was right; she was so scared walking home at night, hell even during the daytime. All there was around here were prostitutes, drug dealers, and homeless guys. Stacy smiled at Jason,
"Why do you want to walk me up to my apartment to make sure it's safe?" Please say yes, oh god please say yes, was the only thing Stacy could think.
"Actually that would be a good idea" Stacy smiled, knowing maybe she could find out more about him.
"Good then you can stare at my ass longer huh?"
Jason took the comment a little bit of a shock, "I was only staring at your ass for the first 10 minutes.and then I stopped.for like 2 seconds." Stacy smiled and continued to her apartment with Jason right behind her, making sure to hold onto his gun in case trouble happened.
The cold December morning caught Stacy off guard as she walked out of the Port Charles Hotel. It was now a little after 4 am and she was sore, the guy she had met that night wanted things to go further then she wanted, ultimately causing her to get abused yet again. She continued walking down the street for what seemed like hours, not really sure where she was walking to. Slowly the place became familiar, the docks, and the place where the mystery man had saved her only weeks ago.
Still holding onto her side from the incident with the 'business man' an hour ago she sat down on the bench looking at the island across the water. Why was her life so screwed up? What did she do to deserve this? She became lost in her thoughts as she continued to look out at the water.
At the same time, Jason Morgan walked out of the coffee warehouse. He didn't mind being there late at night for the shipments, he rather enjoyed it. For two weeks all he could think about was the women he had saved, he had asked Benny for all the information he could find about Stacy Tagliati and read about her every night. Benny had attached a photo of her, she was more beautiful then he could of imagined. For some reason Sonny was also curious about Stacy too, her medical records were longer then his rap sheet. January 1995 brought in after falling down the stairs; February 1996; surgery after slipping and hitting the coffee table.
The list went on and on, even Sonny knew the reasons weren't real. She was being beaten, but one thing intrigued him about her, her birth certificate. The original one from when she was born was different from the one everyone else saw. The space where the father's name was to be placed was blank, but in the new ones the name Sammy Tagliati was placed. Who was her real father?
He continued to walk down the docks and suddenly stopped, that hair, that face, it was her. She looked so alone, so cold, so scared. She leaned her head back against the bench and closed her eyes and began to cry. He couldn't stand back anymore, part of him wanted to hold her and stop her tears, another part wanted to find out who was hurting her. Slowly he walked over to her.
Stacy still had her eyes closed when she heard the footsteps, her thoughts went back to her attack two weeks ago, and quickly she rose to her feet. "GET AWAY FROM ME!" she screamed and suddenly stood in shock, it was the same guy that saved her.
Stacy stared at the man, he looked even cutter then she could remember. Those blue eyes, she could get lost in them forever, such love, such passion, he looked like he could protect her. It was pretty obvious since the first time they had seen each other he had saved her from that robber.
She wondered if he would be able to see the hurt in her eyes from what had happened earlier in that room. She couldn't do it; she couldn't let him into her screwed up life. She turned and hurried away from him, not even looking back, just trying to get away from him.
'Why is she running from me?' Jason thought he couldn't just let her out of his life that easily. He ran after her, finally catching up to her and grabbing her by the arm, turning her to face him.
"I'm not going to hurt you", trying to reason with her. His eyes quickly left her face to the bruises on her neck. Someone hurt her again, but who he had to find out one-way or another.
"Yeah it's obvious you aren't going to hurt me but I'm late. So please get your hands off of me."
"Testy, can I at least get a name from you since I am the one that saved your life a few weeks ago and since you've been the only thing going threw my mind since." Jason stated trying to sound all nice and sweet, he flashed her his pearly whites hoping she would open up.
"Listen about that Mr.."
"Morgan, Jason Morgan" Jason extended his hand taking hers into his, instantly sparks flew between the two.
".Mr. Morgan, thank you for helping me."
"Your name?"
"Huh?" This was getting fun, for the first time in over a year Jason was actually having fun with a girl.
"What's your name Miss?"
"Oh it's S.Candy, my names Candy". Jason stopped for a minute, were the files wrong on her, he was certain her name was Stacy Tagliati, why did she just say Candy? Maybe she was trying to cover up her real identity, he wanted to play along with this.
"Okay uh, Candy, what did your parents love Candy or something?" Not finding his comments very funny, she gave him a smirk and continued to walk away from him out onto the street waiting for a cab.
Jason hurried over to her. "So what are we doing?" Stacy looked at him, 'what was his problem? Why couldn't he just leave and go about his business?' but in a way she didn't want him to leave her alone.
"I am going home, you on the other hand, I don't know what your going to be doing."
He couldn't let her out of his life this easily, he had to stall her, "Can I give you a ride or something?"
Oh god did she want to say yes, but she liked this little game they were playing, if he really wanted to know her he'd know what to do. Stacy continued down the street as Jason followed only a few feet behind her. Stacy knowing that he was following her turned around but was still a little stunned to see him right behind her.
"What are you doing?" Stacy looked at Jason puzzled wondering why he was following her.
"I'm just wondering why we went around in a circle" Stacy looked around, he was right they were back on the docks, she was lost, Jason gave her a concerning look.
"I can uh.I can take you home if you'd like" Stacy gave him a questionable look, wondering what he was really up to, Jason realizing he had to convince her to somehow follow him to his bike and he would take her back home.
"I swear I'm not an axe murder or anything like that, remember I saved you here before?" Stacy looked deep into his eyes, seeing something she had never seen in another man's eyes, she smiled.
"Yeah I remember that night, believe me sometimes it's a night I wish I could forget." Maybe she was always thinking about him just like he was with her.
Stacy continued to walk, finally walking down to Courtland Street, one of the worst parts of Port Charles, Jason followed right behind her. 'How can she live in a place like this with all the money she has?' Finally gaining the courage the speak again he turned him around to face him.
"You live around here?" Stacy taking offense to his remark snicker at him,
"Yeah why, are you scared?"
"Me scared? Yeah right, just a little scared for you, how can you walk down here in the early morning hours without any protection?"
Stacy looked around her street, he was right; she was so scared walking home at night, hell even during the daytime. All there was around here were prostitutes, drug dealers, and homeless guys. Stacy smiled at Jason,
"Why do you want to walk me up to my apartment to make sure it's safe?" Please say yes, oh god please say yes, was the only thing Stacy could think.
"Actually that would be a good idea" Stacy smiled, knowing maybe she could find out more about him.
"Good then you can stare at my ass longer huh?"
Jason took the comment a little bit of a shock, "I was only staring at your ass for the first 10 minutes.and then I stopped.for like 2 seconds." Stacy smiled and continued to her apartment with Jason right behind her, making sure to hold onto his gun in case trouble happened.