Johnny's POV

I'm awake and sitting waiting for Kristina to come back as she's disappeared. I figure she has to come back eventually, it's her apartment.

I'm curious as to why she just up and left. She could've at least woke me up or left me a note.

I think back to last night. I can't even recall a night like last night. So much alcohol ago, I don't even remember how I got in her bed. I remember dancing at the club under the flashing lights, the music blaring and people moving in all different directions. I close my eyes and can still picture her tight little ass on my lap.

I remember throwing back a few shots at the club with some regulars. Were they vodka or whiskey? Then I remember stumbling into the limo. Next thing I know we're at this little restaurant wolfing down tacos. I can almost smell the pork, and it was so flavorful.

Now I'm here with no memory of what happened between the taco stand and this apartment. I woke up with my pants still on but my shirt off so I'm guessing nothing happened and we just slept. Plus I know Kristina wants our first time to be special and drunken hookup does not scream special.

I hear her open the door and I leap back in bed pulling the covers over me.

"Johnny," she calls out softly when she reaches the doorway to the bedroom. "Are you awake?" she asks. "I brought breakfast."

Breakfast gets my attention. "I'm up," I say sitting up. She hands me a brown paper bag and I pull out a egg, ham, and cheese bagel.

"How long have you been up?" she questions sitting on the bed.

"Long enough to notice you gone, and wonder where you were," I reply between bites. "Where'd you go anyway?"

"I went for a drive. I don't even know why I waste my time on my family," she sighs.

"What happened now?" I inquire reaching out and turning her face towards mine.

"I had a conversation with my sister apparently she and dad are very close. He tells her everything and me nothing at all," she says with a hint of anger.

"Sonny and Molly are close?" I ask.

She shakes her head. "Not Molly, Adela!" she corrects me.

"Oh, I forgot Adela is your sister. I guess cuz Jason is so fatherly to her." I say.

"Jason may be a father figure to her and her stepdad but he didn't take my dad's place. They talk about everything from sex to his latest kid," she states.

"You're dad's having another kid? He just gets someone pregnant every few years doesn't he?"

"He already had the kid," she clarifies. "A baby girl named Marina. He found out over a month ago and told my little sister all the details but didn't tell me. I met my baby sister this morning; turns out she's why he has a new girlfriend."

"Viviana? She's gorgeous why would she wanna be one of his babymamas?" I ask.

"I don't think she planned to get pregnant. I think it just sort of happened but I doubt she's complaining since it means she gets to live an even cushier lifestyle than she's used to," she says.

"Your father has a lot of kids. So glad my father never decided to procreate again after me; I mean he was highly disturbed before my mother died after he was ten times worse. No child deserves a psychopath for a father. And look what happened to Claudia," I say.

Then I see sadness spread across her face and I remember that she killed Claudia's baby.

"Hey, it's okay," I tell her but she shakes her head.

"No, it's not. When I ran Claudia off the road I felt guilty for like half a second and then I was just worried about getting caught. And when I did get caught and my parents took the blame I was so happy. I faked like I was sad but to be honest I wasn't," she admits. "I knew I killed my sibling but I just didn't care. I was just glad I got away with it."

"I can't hold how you felt at the time against you. I didn't want to see that baby born. I knew she got pregnant to cover her ass so I wasn't overjoyed about being an uncle. I'm glad that baby wasn't born to two parents who hated each other and were in a loveless marriage to benefit themselves," I let her know.

"How can you want to be with me?" she asks.

"Why would you ask that?" I query gazing into her glistening brown orbs.

"I killed you niece or nephew, I'm a spoiled princess, and I have daddy issues and emotional baggage…" she rambles.

"And I like you in spite of those minor things. You and I are a lot alike and I really think we make a good couple," I take her hands in mine.

"I feel like I'm too narcissistic to date you, like all our conversations are about me and my needs and I never focus on you," she says.

"In case you haven't noticed I like that you lean on me for support. I like being the one you open up to. Talking about me is my least favorite thing to do." I avow. "Besides I seriously doubt you wanna hear about the business because that's basically my life; my business and you."

"I'm your life?" she says raising an eyebrow.

I smile and nod moving in closer to her. "I think about you every hour of the day lately," I say moving her hair out of her face.

"You mean a lot to me too. I've never felt this way before; I feel like I can really trust you," she tells me wrapping her arms around me.

I lean in and kiss her. And she licks my lower lip so her tongue can enter.

"Johnny," she says breathlessly as she takes my hand in hers and guides it to her breasts.