Chapter 3

Jason made his way to the Metro-Court without any problems and was walking toward the door when a woman came running out. "Alexandria Alcazar!" he called out, making her stop in her tracks.

She was not in the mood right now to be questioned by anyone. She turned and was about to let whoever was calling her name have it when she stopped and stared into his impossibly blue eyes. She knew she looked like a mess, with her wet clothes and long hair plastered to her back and head. "What do you want?" she asked, not moving from where she stood, shivering slightly and trying to hide her tears.

It was still raining, but Jason could not have mistaken the tears that ran down her face. "Are you alright?" he asked.

Alex swiped at the tears she had been unable to stop. "What do you care?" she asked, not being able to control her anger. She still couldn't believe what she heard up there. Although she hadn't seen anything – and thank god for that! – she knew exactly what was going on in Sara's room and she felt hurt and betrayed by a woman she had come to admire and think of as an older sister.

"I care," he said. "Come on, let's get out of the cold," he said, motioning to his car. The cold did not bother him, but he could see how she was shaking and was drenched from head to toe from the rain.

Without thinking, Alex followed him. She was so angry and hurt right now, she couldn't think straight. It never even registered that he knew who she was.

Opening the door for her, Jason then went to the driver's side and soon they were driving until they reached the waterfront. Getting out, he waited until she was at his side before starting to walk, and before he knew it, they were at a small warehouse near dock 11. As soon as the door was shut and she was in front of him, Jason took out his gun and pointed it at her. "What do you have to do with Sara Evans. . . and don't lie!" he growled.

Alex was shocked. Damn it! She thought to herself. She knew better, but her anger had clouded her judgment about going off with someone she did not even know, but who knew her. She took a step back, wishing she had her purse and her own gun with her – another mistake on her part. "She's my friend," she said, still too shocked to fully react.

"The daughter of Alcazar is friends with the sister of Sonny Corinthos?" he raised an eyebrow, the word 'please' was written all over his face.

Alex felt her anger rising even more. "Since you obviously had me checked out, I am sure you discovered that I have nothing to do with my father for years, except for the last name. Sara and I became friends before I knew who she was," she said, hating that she had to explain and defend her reasons for being friends with someone. "Now would you mind getting that gun out of my face?" she asked. When he didn't move, Alex spun and kicked the gun out of his hand. She saw the surprise on his face and she took the chance to run.

Grabbing his gun from the other side of the room, he ran after her, catching her at the end of the dock knocking into her and almost knocking them into the water. "Stop it!" he yelled as he tried to control her movements as he pinned her to the ground.

"Get the hell off of me!" she yelled, struggling under him. He had pinned her arms down at the wrists and she tried to kick out with her legs, hoping that the spiked heels she wore would give him the message. She felt the wet wood of the docks seeping into her clothes.

Pushing his knees into her legs, Jason growled when she nearly missed his pants and lower regions. "Alright, stop it! I believe you!"

Alex stopped moving, looking up into his deep blue eyes. Her breathing was heavy and she was soaked, even more than before, if that was possible. She usually kept men at a distance, never letting them get too close, and having him this close was making her nervous and tense. "Then get off me," she said in a hard, icy voice.

Jason immediately let her go and stood up.

Alex pulled herself up from the ground, ignoring his offering of help. She smoothed her clothes as best as she could and pushed her wet hair out of her face. It was going to take forever for her waist length hair to dry and she was sure it was riddled with knots. "So now you believe me? What changed your mind?" she asked, glaring at him. "You know, because pretending to be nice to a girl who you barely know and then holding her at gun point is not really a turn on."

All Jason could do was raise an eyebrow. "Sonny Corinthos would like to see you tomorrow," he said, not being able to take his eyes off of her. Even with her clothes and hair soaked through, and the flashes of anger in her eyes, he couldn't help to think how beautiful she was.

"Tell him to go to hell!" she yelled at him. "I do not take orders from anyone, least of all Mr. High and Mighty Corinthos. He wants information; let him talk to my father – another man who I do not take orders from," she said as she crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him, starting to feel uncomfortable with the way he was staring at her.

Finally realizing he may have made a mistake, Jason sighed and said, "Look, I know now that you have nothing to do with Alcazar and his organization. I'm sorry Alexandria." Even though Jason was not exactly a very trusting person, he knew she was telling the truth and he now felt bad for the way he had just treated her.

"The lightening bolt finally strike?" she asked, trying to keep the iciness in her voice, but she was cold and shivering. She had not taken her jacket when she ran out of the hotel room earlier and it was all catching up with her. "Just leave me alone, okay?" she said as she turned away before he could see the tears that were threatening to spill over.

Jason stayed quiet, but he did not leave, he couldn't. Not after what he had done to her. "Alexandria. . . you ran away from your hotel, so I'm guessing you don't want to go there. Your about Courtney's size, we can go over there and get you dry."

She couldn't stop shivering and she knew it was from more than just the cold. She shook her head. "No, I'm sure you all already judged me based on who my father is, so you can stop trying to be nice."

"Who said I was being nice?" he said, sarcasm reaching his voice with a raised eyebrow. "I'm not leaving you out here alone Alexandria, whether your father is Lorenzo Alcazar or not."

Jessica sighed and finally gave in, nodding her head. "Fine, I can't go back there anyway," she added under her breath. She looked at him. "Call me Alex," she whispered.

Jason decided to keep his mouth shut and led her to the car.

After a shower, Sara went into the living room after putting on hip hugging jeans and a black v-neck shirt that hugged her in all the right places. Putting on her boots again, she looked at Lorenzo before stepping into the living room, stopping as she saw a purse on the floor. "Oh God. . . "