Her afternoon had started off amazing. She had slept until almost 3 and, except for the pain in her back, she had felt rejuvenated. She had woken up to Jason's strong arms holding her close to him as if he never wanted to let her go.

Jason had made her breakfast. He had went to the grocery store and picked up everything he needed for his famous omelet. Not only that, but he had stocked her entire kitchen with food. He even brought the food to her, in bed.

They ate in an amicable silence, just enjoying the other's company. After their meal, Jason had successfully managed to work all the knots out of Sam's back. By the time he was done, it was nearing 6 o'clock and her pager was having a shit fit. Reaching over to her end table, she grabbed the annoying object and noticed that everything was from Vinnie.

"Hey Jason? Can you bring me the phone?" She found it easy to be with him. After they got the sexual tension addressed, it was almost like they fell in sync. They were able to talk and joke like they were old friends and Sam had to admit that it was a nice change.

She had always kept to herself. Some of the work she did wasn't always on the right side of the law and preferred it if the bad guys had no way of finding out where she lived. Hell, she didn't even let her own family know where she lived. She gave them complete and total deniability.

She was lost in thought when he walked into the room with the phone. He cleared his throat and continued to make his way to her bed. Sam jumped slightly at the sudden noise. Jason plopped down next to her, placed a kiss her temple, and handed her the object she had requested

"Sorry" The apology was spoken in a low voice and she smiled, placing a hand to his cheek

"You have nothing to be sorry for. Let me just call Vinnie and then we can talk dinner. I'm starving" The corners of his mouth lifted into a smile and he chuckled at her

"We just ate a couple of hours ago. How could you possibly be hungry?" Shoving him lightly, she gave him a look of reprimand

"Listen here mister. I don't need a lecture on my eating habits. If you have a comment, keep it to yourself or next time there might be consequences." He leaned closer to her and brought his voice low and sexy

"What kind of consequences?" She shoved him again with enough force that he almost fell off the bed. He let out a few choice words while grabbing hold of the table next to him for support. He was eyeing her dangerously and she couldn't help but laugh at his expression

"You know, this is starting to feel like abuse." He tried to hide his amusement, but failed when he burst out laughing and got to his feet, putting distance between them. Sam narrowed her eyes knowing that she would never be able to catch him in her current condition. She was going to fucking kill Vinnie.

Watching him walk out of the room, she dialed the number for the bail bonds office and listened as the receptionist's voice came on the line

"Vincent Plum Bail Bonds, this is Connie, how may I assist you today" The sentence was polite but the tone was annoyed. Connie was a woman in her mid thirties, born and raised in a small town of New Jersey. She had grown up a few blocks from Vinnie and had originally worked in his Trenton office. When another bail agency emerged and took over the town's clientele, Vinnie cut his losses and relocated to Port Charles. Connie, being the only woman willing to keep Vinnie's "urges" in check, moved right along with him.

"What did he do now?" Connie was surprised to hear the younger woman's voice on the other line. Hearing her sigh, Sam could picture the woman with the phone cradled against her shoulder and her fingers rubbing her temples.

"You don't want to hear this from me. Believe me. He's been paging you all morning. I'd transfer you but he's in with a "client", if you catch my drift" She could tell the woman was nervous. It was in her voice and the way she tried to skirt the issue at hand.

"I don't give a rat's ass what he is doing! You know what, if you're not going to tell me then put Lula on the phone" She heard the scuffling of papers and some mumblings

"Uh, why don't you just come into the office…." The next she heard was Connie quietly reprimanding somebody and then another voice came on the line. Lula.

"That little shit is going to get it. Mark my words" Lula was a former hooker who had straightened her ways after being beaten and left for dead by one of he John's. Sam had been the one to find her that night and forced Vinnie to give her a job. She was a short, stocky, black woman who had an interesting fashion sense. Always wearing bright colored spandex that was always a couple sizes too small her rather round body. If anybody hated Vinnie more than Sam, it would be Lula

"Connie is being evasive. What mess of his do I have to fix now?" She listened to the silence for a moment and could have sworn she heard Connie lecturing her to keep her mouth shut. The sound of woman's scream and glass breaking was heard in the background and Lula snapped

"He's bringing in another hunter. Told the guy he's got too many high risk FTA's and he don't think his current numero uno can handle them." Sam was fuming. Vinnie was replacing her, after everything she had done for him. Forgetting her back pain, she practically jumped off the bed and made her way to her closet. Pulling out black SWAT pants, a black t-shirt, and her dangerously pointy black leather boots Sam dressed with haste before pulling on a pair of fingerless motorcycle gloves

"I'm gonna fucking kill him! I'm done taking this shit!" Lula thought she sounded rather calm considering the situation. Sam had been angrier than this at Vinnie on multiple occasions.

"Oh, and I want the Bugatti in the parking garage of Harbor View Towers in 10 minutes" The dial tone sounded and Lula gently placed the phone back on the receiver. Connie gave her a questioning glace and the other woman simply swallowed hard

"She be askin' for the Veyron, Con" They shared a look, both knowing what that meant. Vinnie was fucked, and not in the way he liked it

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Disconnecting the call, she threw the phone clear across the room

"SELF-CENTERED, SEX-CRAZED, MOTHERFUCKER….. SHIT!!" The motion of the throw caused pain to shoot up her spine. As she placed her hands against her back, she felt strong arms catching her before she fell to her knees

"What are you doing out of bed, why are you dressed like that, and what has you so pissed off?" Jason had his hands securely gripping her hips, practically holding her up. The fact that she had been able to even get off the bed and move all the way to the other side of the room had surprised him. Something must really be motivating her to push herself and he didn't like it one bit

"Vinnie, Vinnie, and Vinnie" She tried to pull out of his grasp but his hands stayed put

"We need to go to your apartment. I need my Baretta" Her eyes told him not argue, but the way she stumbled when he released her told him that she wouldn't be able to do whatever she was planning on her own.

Quickly scooping her in his arms, he carried her all the way to his car and buckled her into the passenger side. Her eyes were filled with rage and fury as she crossed her arms under her chest and blankly stared at the road ahead. He reached over and put a comforting hand on her knee

"Sam…." She glanced at him, daring him to talk her out of it. Deciding not to provoke her, he just gave her knee a gentle squeeze

"I'm done with him, Jason. It's time Vinnie is put in his place once and for all" That was the last she spoke until they pulled into the parking garage to find a brand new, shiny, black Bugatti Veyron sitting in the spot next to where Jason usually parks his own vehicle.

Sam's smile was dangerous. Her eyes were set. She was in full hunter mode. Jason almost felt sorry for the man who had obviously pushed her too far this time

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The two women heard the roar of an engine followed by the distinct screeching of brakes coming from just outside the office door. A car door slammed and the sound of heels seemed to echo as the room went quiet. They watched Sam storm through the door. There may have been a tall, strong man supporting most of her body weight but Sam's eyes showed absolutely no weakness.

When she passed, she addressed Connie and Lula with a simple glare and a nod of the head. She walked with purpose, stopping in front of the door that would lead her to the cause of her rage. Sam looked from the door, to Jason, and then back at the door.

He carefully moved her out of the way, braced his body and kicked the door with enough force that it swung on just one hinge.

"DAMN!!" Connie and Lula spoke at the same time, fanning themselves with their hands, and staring at the mystery man's muscles flex. Each fantasizing about what other things this man could do. As Sam disappeared into the inner office, Jason took a protective stance in the doorway. His arms hung in front of him, his hands overlapping slightly. His legs were spread and his feet were firmly planted to the floor. Jason was in enforcer mode, daring the scrawny man to try and escape.

Sam's eyes were on Vinnie. Jason's were on Sam. Connie and Lula's were on Jason's ass.

Vinnie looked startled to see Sam in the state she was in. He took in her stature. Her outfit was classic hunter mode. Her right hand rested to her side, her fingers twitching, just itching to grab her Baretta. Everything about the way she presented herself told him that she knew. Just to made sure, he had to ask

"What ya drivin', Kujo?" He was scared of the answer almost as much as he was scared of her. The thug-looking man in his doorway did nothing to ease his mind, either

"Bugatti" It was simple word but it made his heart stop for a second. Sam had new cars all the time, but only a couple stayed in her collection longer than a month or so. The Porsche Carrera GT was her baby. She drove it everywhere. She also had a Porsche Cayenne Turbo. This car was used when she thought she would need extra room and comfort while on a case.

Then there was her Bugattie Veyron. This car was solely used when she wanted speed. It was her go-to car during a chase…. Or when she pissed beyond reason. He had only known of her driving it on a couple other occasions. Usually she could tamp down her anger and control her feeling. This apparently wasn't one of those times. If he didn't calm her down soon, he would most likely never be heard from again, on account of he would be dead and buried