Chapter 16

"So the infamous Jason Morgan stands alone on the docks."

Jason heard someone say his name as he turned around to be faced with a lovely blonde woman. She wasn't whom he had expected to see. He didn't even know the woman. She had long blonde hair, it was darker than Courtney's, but he didn't know why he was thinking that, and he didn't know how this woman knew his name, then again she probably saw his picture in the paper.

"Can I help you," Jason asked as he looked at the woman.

"Sure you can," The blonde said as she strolled over to Jason and put her pointer finger on his shirt as she ran it down his chest.

Jason watched as she moved her finger in a zigzag fashion down his chest. He wasn't sure what this woman was up to but he wasn't amused. He was getting rather annoyed and pissed off as he roughly grabbed the woman's finger and pushed her off.

"Look Lady. I'm not sure what you're up to, but I'm not interested. So you can leave," Jason said as he looked at the woman coldly.

"Fine, I thought we could have a little fun before we got down to business," The blonde says as she stepped back and put her hand in her purse.

This action worried Jason as he put his hand behind his back and on the cool metal that was nestled against his back in his pants. He rested his hand on the gun as he watched the woman pull out a pad of paper and a pen. The blonde looked at him, and where his hand was and gave a light laugh.

"Well then, I really don't want to be shot at the moment, but if you want to bring out the big guns I could think of a few places we could go," The Blonde said as she walked closer to him.

"What do you want," Jason responded as his look hardened even more.

"Back to the all business and no play I see. My name is Lana, I'm a reporter," She added as she saw he hadn't acknowledged a thing she said.

"And what am I supposed to do with that," Jason said in a cold unfeeling voice.

"Well I wanted to ask you a few questions. Do you mind," Lana receiving no answer continued, "Okay, For starters do you have any comment on the current suspicions that John Durant the federal prosecutor is going to try and put you and you employer in prison."

"No," Jason said as he looked at the woman. He would walk away, but he was meeting Court on the docks in a little bit, he just hoped she hurried up.

"Okay, What about the comments that he has a daughter, and that she is married to your Boss?"

Jason looked at the woman suspiciously. He wasn't sure what exactly Carly had to do with any of this. It was like this woman was searching for information, information that he wasn't going to give her.

"What do you want Lana," Jason said firmly as he stepped towards the woman, "Don't believe for one seco…"

"Morgan I don't think it's best for you to go around threatening people," the cocky old man spoke.

"What do you want Durant," Jason said as he let out an exasperated breath.

"Well I came here to meet Lana, But hearing you threaten her makes me wonder. Do I need to get the PCPD down here to arrest you for harassment," He asked way too happily for Jason's liking. Jason just stared at the man with blank eyes daring him to make the call.

"Guess I should have expected that. The ever-silent Morgan keeping his mouth shut yet again. So tell me, do you ever talk?"

"Baby, I don't think he's going to say anything, lets just go," Lana whined as she turned to the man who currently had his arm wrapped around her. Seductively, as she ran a finger down his chest, she added, "We can go back to your place and pick up where we left off."

"You mean before or after you took your little midnight walk around town," Durant questioned.

"Well it's your pick," She added as she pressed her lips to his in a very sloppy kiss.

'Well Morgan all I can say is stay away from Lana here, I wouldn't want to have to arrest my daughters best friend now would I," Durant smirked at his ability to slip his daughters name into the conversation. He watched as Jason eyes glazed over a bit more and the anger began to boil. He was a happy old man knowing that he could anger the hit man in such a manner.

"If you come anywhere near Carly..."

"Tat tat ta, Watch your mouth Morgan," Durant yelled as him and Lana walked off the docks wrapped in each other's arms.

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The woman at the top of the stairs watched as the man and woman walked away. Durant was an idiot if he believed her. Lana was a fool to believe that she could get away with it. Jason, Jason was a whole other story. That man was…

-.-

Carly sighed in frustration. Courtney wasn't answering her phone, and the four-year-old girl didn't seem to be calming down at all. She wasn't sure what to do. Cali hadn't said a word since they got back to the penthouse. Her boys were sitting on the floor reading a book and playing as Cali sat huddled in the corner of the couch as she hugged a throw pillow. The child looked so scared. Carly took one last look at the child before she picked up the phone to make one last call, she hoped.

-.-

The brunette looked up from the files on her desk as the incessant ringing of the phone sounded through the air. She didn't feel like dealing with anything else today. She was having enough trouble finding the files she was looking for. She had to transfer over to the paper hardcopies in the file cabinets as her computer was once again on the fritz, Why in the hell couldn't the computer just work instead of crashing on her every other day? She was about ready to break the thing herself.

The woman let the phone ring a few more times before it fell silent. She let out a sigh of relief as she went back to the files before her. It wasn't that she hated phones; she just had a shit load of work to do. Kyle the ass had called her to look into some things, she wanted to rip the man to pieces at the moment. She should have just said no. She was having enough trouble trying to make the docks look legit instead of the holdings of a very powerful mob boss. She had to give props to Mr. Johnson though, when he had job that needed to be done it was set in motion fast.

Neen let out a loud sigh as the phone once again began to ring. She let her head fall onto the desk as she allowed her neck to lift her head a few more times and slammed it down softly on the desk. She let out another sigh as she rested the side of her head and reached for the phone. All she wanted to do was sleep, but she couldn't. Goddamn people thought she was some sort of god, who could solve anything without sleep. She was going to hurt them all.

"What," Neen screamed into the phone.

"I'm sorry, I must have the wrong number," The woman replied on the other end.

"Who are you looking for," Neen questioned sounding rather irritated.

"I was looking for Courtney Math…well I'm not sure about her last name anymore, but I doubt I have the right number," The woman said.

"No, you have the right place. I'm her secretary, and it's Mason, Courtney Mason. She's not in at the moment, but I can give her a message if you like," Neen asked as some of the anger left her voice. She was more than Courtney's secretary, but that was a topic for another time.

"No, It's okay. I just really needed to talk to her," Carly replied wondering if she should continue. She wasn't sure about this woman, but then again she did work for Courtney, so she couldn't be all that bad, "It's about her daughter…"

"What about Cali," Neen said as she shot her head off the desk giving her complete attention to the woman on the other end.

"Well something happened at the park and she won't tell anyone. I just thought Cali could use her Mother," Carly said without hesitation. Something about the tone of the woman's voice made Carly believe that Cali was a little more than just the bosses daughter.

"Look, don't take her out again, and don't call Court anymore. She has a meeting this afternoon. Just sit tight, I'll be right there," Neen said as she hung up the phone and rushed out the door of the office.