After their shower Lulu had decided to take a nap, after she was fast asleep he disentangled himself from her…softly shutting the door.
"How is she?" Maxie asked, coming from the kitchen, black stilettos clicking against the hardwood floors.
"Not good-not good at all. I finally got her to sleep…I'm going to talk to Luke. If she wakes up, tell her I'll be back soon. I've got people to see-My family really isn't going to like me after I say what I have to say." Johnny sighed, knowing Claudia was going to flip shit-he couldn't bring himself to care.
"Well, I'll be here. I don't have any plans. You go do what you need to do, I know she's in good hands with you." Maxie nods at him, not asking him to explain.
"Thank you. You're a good friend." Johnny was thankful she didn't press the issue/for once.
"I know. Now, shoo!" Maxie pushes him towards the door, knowing Lulu probably wouldn't nap for long. Johnny left the apartment pulling out his cell phone, dialing Luke's number.
"This better be good." Came the old man's reply, without even checking to see who was calling.
"Oh, it is. I hate to disturb you Luke but, you're new barkeep violated you're daughter. I wanted to call and let you know, though if you do beat his ass…I'd love a part in it." Johnny didn't beat around the Bush.
"What a fucking prick! Nobody touches my cupcake and gets away with it. I guess that's why Dax was all banged up when I saw him earlier…he's outta here. You want a job, young Zacchara?" Luke was completely disgusted.
"Seeing as I'm most likely turning my back on Anthony and Claudia-a job would help. Thank you, Luke. I really do appreciate this." Johnny was grateful for every opportunity he got.
"Good for you, Zacchara. I know that Spanky said you're family treated my daughter horribly when she was-incapacitated." Luke didn't have much taste for Anthony nor Claudia, Johnny reminded the old man of himself…and treated his daughter well. After that both men hung up, and Johnny drove over to Crimson Pointe.
"This is going to be fun. Family disappointment in 3…2…1…"
"Can't I ever get some damn peace around here? Jesus!" Luke Spencer mutters as there was a knock on his apartment door, crossing the room to answer it.
"May I help you?" Luke quirked an eyebrow at the young man standing in front of him, unfamiliar.
"You're Luke Spencer. Right?" He asked, Australian accent deep in his voice.
"Do I know you?" Luke asked, confused.
"You know my mother-Holly Sutton. This might be difficult to hear but, I'm you're son."