"My name is Jason Morgan."

Nothing.

"Can you tell me your name?"

He walked toward her slowly.

"My name is Sam."

At this point Sam had backed herself against the wall. The man walking slowly toward her was gorgeous. It was something she couldn't deny. He had blue eyes that reminded her of the peace and serenity of beautiful blue water. He was obviously built. The black t-shirt he was wearing stuck to him like a second skin. Sam could appreciate how he filled the shirt out. He had spiky dark blonde and brownish hair. Sam knew she should be scared, but strangely she wasn't. She didn't want anyone to lose their life because of her. She knew of the horrid things Jerry could and would do.

"Where is Shawn?"

"He went back to his house."

"I don't want anyone to get hurt."

"Why would anybody get hurt?"

"I know you. You're the head of the Morgan Organization. I've heard Jerry talking about taking you out. Please, you have to let me go, if you don't Jerry will react badly. I don't anyone to get hurt because of me."

"I can handle Jerry Jacks. I can assure you the people involved in the business get hurt because they are apart of the business, not because of kidnapped women. The men who work for me knew what they were getting into when they too the job."

"No, you don't understand. Jerry doesn't work like other mobsters. The last guy who attempted to kidnap me suffered badly. Jerry killed his mother. He cut out her heart and he made me place it in a cooler so he could mail it to the guy."

"Jerry won't harm my family."

"How do you know?"

"My family is under the protection of three different organizations. Jerry can't touch me."

"Oh."

"Your attempt at getting me to let you go didn't work. Now you can tear yourself off the wall sit down and eat or starve for all I care. It would be best that you eat because you will be here for awhile."

Jason grabbed his plate of food and his glass of wine as he walked out of the room. He had returned to the man he had always been, cold and harsh. This Sam girl had made him feel something he wasn't sure he'd ever felt before. It scared him a little, so Jason reacted the best way he knew. He'd never admit it, but he felt bad for Sam. As she was telling him what Jerry had done to a man's mother and then made her do, Jason felt an ache in his chest. The look in her eye was a look of pain.

After he locked Sam in, Jason stalked off to his bedroom. He was angry but he didn't know what he was angry at. As he was stripping off his clothes, Jason got a phone call. It was Elizabeth. It was the third time she'd call this week. He hoped she was calling about money again. Last month she had begged him to allow her access to her son's trust fund. He had refused and told her that the money was for her son when he was 21. Jason sighed and decided to just answer the call.

"Hello."

"Jason, thank God."

"What is it?" His cold demeanor had returned full force.

"I miss you."

"Elizabeth don't whine, it's annoying."

"I just really miss you."

"Elizabeth do you remember your son?"

"Yes, of course,"

"He was also supposed to be my son, but he isn't because you cheated. I forgave you because of your son. What makes you think I'd try another relationship with you?"

"Jason what we had was amazing. I took that for granted and I'm sorry, but I want us to try again."

"It's not going to happen."

"Please Jason…"

"Don't beg. It makes you sound pathetic."

Elizabeth hung up. She couldn't believe Jason had been so rude to her.

Elizabeth Webber was a woman who did what she had to do to survive. If that men using her body to get what she wanted, then so be it. She'd used several men in the last few years. That list included a prince named Nicholas, a cop named Lucky Spencer (he had a hefty inheritance), and a mob boss named Ric Lansing. Jason Morgan had ruined that chance before she could get him to marry her. That was why she had moved on to Jason. She'd thought she'd struck gold with Jason. He was attractive to say the least and had plenty of money to go around. When she got pregnant Elizabeth didn't know what to do. She had no clue who the father of her child was, so she passed her son off as Jason's. When he figured it out and didn't kill her she thanked her lucky stars. He'd set her up with a beautiful house and car. Everything was going great until she ran out of money. Jason wouldn't allow her access to her son's trust fund. Now, she needed to get back into Jason's bed and bank account

Jason sighed as he walked into his bathroom. He shed the rest of his clothes and turned on his shower. A hot shower always seemed to relax him. He knew he need to be relaxed because tomorrow he was going to see what he could get out of Spinelli about the beautiful goddess currently occupying a wing in his house. For his plan to work he needed her to trust him. A part of him wished he hadn't been so mean before, but he had to. Sam was making feel things he vowed never to feel. That was dangerous in this business. If Sam knew the kind of power she had over him already after just meeting, there's no telling what could happen. Jason knew he needed to gain the upper hand in the situation. It would all begin tomorrow.

Jason awoke the next morning feeling strangely refreshed. Usually he climbed out of his bed and went about his ignoring the fatigue. Last night he'd had one of the best dreams he'd had in a ling time. He was on a beach with a beautiful woman. He could see her face, but she had sexy dark hair and a petite and curvy frame. Jason couldn't see the woman's face but he knew that the dream version of him was happy with her. It appeared that they were married because the dream version of him and the faceless women were wearing wedding bands.

Once he'd finished dressing in usual Black t-shirt and jeans, Jason decided to call Spinelli. He wanted to get his day started early. Jason dialed Spinelli's number into his phone and waited. His girlfriend Maxie Jones answered the phone.

"Hi Jason."

"Where is Spinelli?"

"That's it. I don't even get a 'hi Maxie?' You know that kinda hurts Jason. I mean Spinelli has been working for you for years and he also been a friend to you. I'd like to think that any friend of Spinelli's is a friend of mine. Are we friends Jason?"

"Uh…I guess."

"Not the answer I was looking for, but we'll work on it."

"Maxie, where is Spinelli."

"Oh relax would you. He's right here."

"Gracious greetings Stonecold."

"Spinelli, I need you to run a background check on the wife of Jerry Jacks. I want to know everything about her. I want to know about her life before Jerry and her life with Jerry."

"Will do."

"You could at least say his to Spinelli Jason, I mean really."

"Maxie why are you still on the phone?"

"I care about Spinelli and since he won't tell me what you've got him doing, I've decided to find out for myself."

"Spinelli?"

"Yes."

"Call me back, when you're alone."

"I'll get right on it Stonecold."

After Jason hung up from Spinelli he went into his kitchen to make breakfast. He decided to make steak and cheese omelets. Once the omelets were done, he poured two cups of orange juice. He hoped that his meeting with Sam would go differently this time around. He punched in the code so that he could open the door. This time he was greeting by a barely dressed Sam. She was in nothing but a black bra and panty set. Jason felt his blood rushing south. Sam just stared at him.

"You could knock."

"This is my house.

"Yeah well if you let me go home, you wouldn't have to deal with me."

"That is not an option and you know it."

Sam sighed in frustration. This incredible sexy man was infuriating her. Why couldn't he understand that if she didn't get out of here soon, innocent people were going to die?

"I made you an omelet."

"…"

"So now you're not speaking to me?"

"…"

Jason smirked. Sam was definitely stubborn. She was extremely sexy when she was stubborn. It didn't help Jason's below the belt situation at, especially since she was still in only her bra and panties. She was definitely not ashamed of her body.

"Are you going to put on some clothes?"

"Are you going to let me go home?

"No."

"Well then I guess you've got your answer."

Sam sat down on the bed. It was so comfortable last night when she was sleeping. Last night had been the best sleep she'd gotten in years, which was surprising seeing as she was being held captive and all. She looked at the omelet Jason had made. It looked so delicious. Jason noticed her staring at it and offered it to her. She graciously took it. Sam took her face bite and tried with everything she had to suppress her moan. He was sexy and he could cook. What a combination!

Sam quickly chastised herself. She shouldn't be feeling anything for this man. He was holding her captive. He was dangerous and he obviously had a mean streak. Sam would never admit it out loud but him being dangerous was a serious turn on for her. As far as his mean streak went, it could be useful in the bedroom. Sam blushed at her thoughts. Luckily Jason interrupted her before she could delve further into her thoughts.

"You are stubborn."

"Thanks Captain Obvious."

Sam had no clue where her feisty attitude was coming from. She was usually a quiet and soft person. She hadn't been before Jerry. Before Jerry, Sam had been vibrant and full of life. She was quiet but voiced her opinion often and never let anybody get over on her. After Jerry, she lost all the feistiness she'd ever had.

"I see you ate your pasta, but you didn't drink your wine."

"So?"

"So, why didn't you drink the wine? Did you think I was trying to poison you?"

"No, I just didn't want it."

"Then what would you have preferred?"

"To be in my house cooking my own damn food."

"I told you that's not an option."

"You are a very frustrating man."

"I've been called worse."

"Doesn't surprise me."

"Tell me about yourself."

"Don't you have people who can tell you everything you need to know?"

"Yes, but I'm interested in hearing about you from you."

"My full name is Samantha McCall Jacks." Sam spit out the last part of her name.

"You don't sound too pleased to have Jerry's last name."

"You wouldn't be either if you had to go through what I go through everyday."

"Why don't you tell me about it?"

"What are you the head of a mob organization and a part-time psychiatrist?"

"No, I just want to know more about the woman staying in my house."

"I wouldn't be staying here if you'd just let me go."

"You will be set free when the time is right."

"What is it with the men in this business? You make woman sound like they are jewelry or a piece of property or something that you can by. We are not something you own. We are people who deserve your respect and to be your equal not something you use as arm candy."

"Your right."

"I mean women are more than just…wait what did you just say?"

"I said your right."

"Wow."

"Why are you saying wow?"

"It's the first time someone has told me I was right in years."

Sam bit her lip. She hadn't meant fort that to slip out. She couldn't explain but with Jason, she didn't feel the need to keep her thoughts to herself. It was very freeing.

"Can I have some clothes please?"

"What would you like?"

Sam gasped. She couldn't remember the last time someone asked her what she wanted.

"Jeans and high heel boots would be nice. I'm very short so heels are my thing."

"I'll see what I can do."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Jason looked at her one last time before he walked toward the door, the empty plates and cups on a tray in one hand. He used the other hand to enter the code so the door would open when Sam stopped him.

"Oh and Jason, I prefer beer with my food. I've always felt like wine was for special occasions."

Jason smirked as he walked out the door. Sam McCall was still a mystery to Jason, a sexy, intellectual, feisty mystery that he planned to solve.

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