Chapter 15

Location- The Docks

As Jason said "gun." Morales' finger began to squeeze the trigger.

Jason fired and then dove for cover.

The young, foolish Morales hit the docks with a thud. His life over because he had allowed greed to make him keep reaching for a little bit more, a little too much in the end.

Now as Jason ran from the scene , it only reinforced the decision he had already made. Jason vowed he

wouldn't stay in this business long enough to end up like Morales, stone cold dead, his options for a different life gone with his last breath.

No, Jason told himself, death will have to wait for me. I have people to love and they deserve to live free from fear.

I just wanna live...

Stop your

messing around boy

Better think of your future


Better make
some good plans boy...

I just wanna live
Just wanna live
Just wanna live
Just wanna live

Good charlotte lyrics

Jason ducked into the building next to where he lived. He could go through the basement of this building over to his building then up the service stairs and be in his apartment by the time the cops showed up.

Now he would have to waste hours answering the cop's questions, call lawyers and fight to avoid being charged with murder. And it would mean he couldn't go to Caroline's tonight and ask Carly where

she picked for them to go.

But, if not tonight, then soon he would see her again. He would figure out a way to make the vacation permanent, to make Sonny see their best days in the mob were behind them and it was time to get out, to talk Carly into believing again in the fantasy they once shared of a life somewhere else- just her, him, Michael and now his namesake, Morgan, too.

This decision was not spur of the moment, not in the least.

Over the last year Jason had been moving away from the business and trying to find something more, first with Sam and then, when he realized he couldn't eve make it work with her, he spent months alone. And he thought about spending years alone, spending the rest of his life alone.

There were few people he cared about in the world.

His mother and sister both had husbands and careers and normal, calm lifestyles. They could make it without him. Sonny taught Jason all he knew about the mob. Jason respected him enough to believe that if Sonny no longer had him as a right hand man, Sonny could make it. He would survive. Or die in the life he choose. But Carly and her boys, Jason could not walk away and wonder if they were happy, safe, alive.

If he left they had to be with him. And if she wouldn't go?

Jason didn't know what he would do then.

It can't be too late for us, Carly he thought as he opened the door to his apartment.

His cell rang. "Ya?"

"Jason! Are you okay?" Carly asked "I heard about a shooting on the docks."

"I'm fine. Are you with the boys?"

"No, I'm at work. Why?"

"Everything with the business is coming to a head today. It will be over soon but some of Morales' men might take their last shot at us through you, the boys, or Emily. They know that all of you are important to Sonny and me. Carly, hand your cell phone to Max."

'Why?"

"I want to order him to take you home to get the boys and keep all of you at a safe house for a few days. Don't give him any trouble, either, Carly, ok?"

"We'll go if you say we have to, Jase .Will you come see us?"

"I'll try. Now give Max the phone, Carly. And get moving."