Sonny needed a new decorator; these seats were making my ass and back stick to the fake leather. Just as before my fingers tapped a raggedy beat on the arm rest. I stared at the spot where I had first saw Jason Morgan sweet little memories that will forever be embedded into my heart. It seemed as if I was falling in love with someone I barely knew, even though I felt as if I had known him all my life. It made no sense at all. He was so many things I wanted in a man; caring, attractive-
"Samantha" Sonny greeted me, he stood in front of me with a hand out, and we shook hands awkwardly. "I wanted to thank you, if it wasn't for you Carly would be dead"
Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm regretting it already "Don't sell Carly so short Sonny, she was handling herself"
"We both know how that would've ended" Sonny said soberly. He turned his back to me, pouring a brown liquid into a glass. He didn't offer me anything.
A guard that I was vaguely familiar with entered the room. I think his name was Dante, "Boss, your father is on the phone. Told me it's urgent"
Sonny excused him self and swaggered out after Dante. Shit, another fifth teen minute of waiting. This was getting better and better by the second. The backdoor opened and Johnny came in, looking around. "Where's Sonny!"
"Why?" I knew why.
"My sister!" He cried, "Did they kill her! They killed her?" Tears were streaming down his face, he charged after me. I briefly thought about pulling my gun but I felt bad for Johnny. He knew something had happened with his sister he just didn't know what. When Johnny crossed over to the Conrinthos organization and left The Z's his father and sister weren't too happy. They declared war on Sonny and everything had shot to hell very quickly.
I stood up and put my back to the door, "Johnny you just did a very, very stupid thing. How long has your sister been missing?" Call him down Sam, call him down.
He thought it over, wiped the spit from his mouth. "Last night, she isn't answering her phone. She always answers her phone! I haven't seen her all day, no one has!"
"So what the first thing you do is charge into Sonny's house accusing him of killing your sister? Did you even think this through?" His eyes narrowed and he charged after me, I turned on my heel and ran to the door. It wouldn't open. So I ran to the other door, but Johnny tackled me. I landed on my stomach; he smothered the air out of my lungs. I choked on dust, damnit can I ever catch a break? He didn't hit me though; instead he closed his hand over my mouth.
"Tell me where my sister is!"
I shook my head; I couldn't tell him where she was because I didn't know!
"You're lying! You know, you know!"
"SONOFBITCH!" I heard someone yell, Johnny was pulled off of me. Air filled my lungs and I was way too weak to even see what was going on. I stayed in the same position and breathed as if I was eighty years old smoker on oxygen.
The room was filled with guards, yelling and fighting. Finally I lifted off of the floor, gaining my feet I looked around to see Johnny face down on the floor screaming "The Zacchara's will avenge my sister! I'll get-"
Sonny stood over Johnny, "Your sister's not dead! How dare you-!" He paused, instructed all of the guards to leave. Jason still held Johnny down, "How dare you come into my house, and threaten my people! Your sister came into my home and attacked my wife, she had to pay. She's not dead Johnny but you better be thanking God, the angels, Jesus and all the fairy creatures she's not." Johnny's face was priceless; he knew he had dropped the ball. More trouble was headed the Zacchara's way and it was all Claudia and his fault.
I climbed into the tub; the shower pounded my back with hot water. Washing away all the dirt and stress that built up through the day. Only when my mind clouded with peace did I get out, throw on my robe and settled on the couch with some files Sonny gave me on the other guards. I had a eye for snitches and he wanted me to see if I could spot one. Too bad I fell asleep after the third file...it was one guy who looked suspicious but I was too tired to tell if I was just being delusional.
My phone buzzed underneath me, I moved uncomfortably to reach it "Hell-o?"
"It's Jason, can I come in?" His voice, made me fully awake, I got up and practically skipped to open the door. He stood jacketless, blue tee and jeans. Last time I saw him his black tee was ripped at the neckline, Johnny had fought back. I moved over so he could pass by, watching his ass as we walked to my living room.
"I never really got to ask, are you okay?" Jason asked, he was concerned yes, but that wasn't what he was here for.
"I'm fine, and you?"
"Better" now that I've seen you "But those scratches on my back still sting when I shower, they're healing though"
"Sorry" I blushed, that little confession was unexpected.
"Don't be, I liked the reminder" He closed the distance between us, my breath catching when his lips crushed over mine.
My breath hitched as Jason's finger tips rose to trace my lips, before crushing his lips to mine. My hands tangled into his hair, moaning when his hands dropped to my ass, kneading it as if it was dough. I ran my hands down to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. My hands ran over the contours of his chest and I pointed down the hall, "My room is down there"