The safe house was miles out of Port Charles. None of the foursome had ever been there before, and all four of them were feeling homesick.
"This definitely isn't Wyndemere," Spencer looked around with an arched eyebrow. "I wonder if there are any servants here."
"Sorry, your highness. It looks like you're going to have to do things for yourself," Joss sarcastically rambled as she followed Dex inside.
Spencer just rolled his eyes and remained silent, gripping Trina's hand in his own. Sonny and his man Frank were right behind them.
"You'll be here for a few days," Sonny stated taking a briefcase from Frank. "My people have stocked the house with food. We've also made you some new IDs and aliases just in case. Everything is in this briefcase. The main rule is, to talk to no one. Do not leave the premises. I have people around and about watching everything, so if there's a medical emergency, just holler out for help and help will come. Oh, and I need your cell phones."
"What? Why?" Joss frowned, not liking the thought of being without her phone. It was her lifeline really.
"Because I don't need you tempted to make a call to your mother and her talking you into letting her know where you are," Sonny held out his hand.
"But what about grandmother and Ace...will you let her know that I'm ok?" Spencer worried.
"Of course. I'll go to Laura as soon as I'm done here. Don't worry. And I'll talk to Taggert as well."
"Don't say anything to Portia. Let her worry. She caused all of this," Trina angrily requested. She'll never forgive her mother for this. Never! Any chance of reconciliation was here by through!
"Don't worry. I won't say a word to her and I'll tell Taggert to keep quiet as well."
"Thank you, Mr. Corinthos," Trina again began to cry. Spencer immediately wrapped her in his arms.
"I'll keep in touch. Discuss what moves to make next. Take care, kids."
The foursome watched as Sonny and Frank left them alone.
"Well...this is our new life I suppose," Joss sighed, opening up the briefcase. "Oh wow, new IDs with different names. Backstories. Passports. Sonny thought of everything."
"Of course. I'm sure that he's used to this," Dex chuckled, picking up what was his ID and Passport. "Chuck Malone. Heh."
"I'm Lauren Malone. Your new wife," Joss giggled. "He has us married. Sweet!"
"I'm afraid to look at ours," Spencer lead Trina over to the Brief Case. "Nikolas Wainwright. I'm an author, who wants to write the life story of Chuck Malone. What the hell?"
"Who is Chuck supposed to be?" Trina asked, curious.
"I'm a former navy seal who helped take down Osama Bin Laden. Nikolas is to write my life story and get it published so Hollywood can do a new movie."
Trina laughed. "Sonny is thorough. She picked up her own ID with a dossier. I'm Daija Wainwright. A private detective and Nikolas's wife. I do all of his research for him. Cool. I must be rather smart."
"Oh of course," Spencer grinned, pulling her in for a deep kiss.
"You know, this can be fun, you guys!" Joss clapped her hands almost happily. "It's like we're playing an intense version of make-believe! We're stepping out of our own troubled lives and living someone else's! We should make the best of it. Like, yay! No exams!"
"No boring college lectures!" Trina's eyes lit up.
"Most of all, no fucking Esme!" Spencer cheered.
"Woohoo! You got that right!" Joss joined in
Trina laughed and shook her head. "You two are terrible."
"Oh stop being so nice, Trina! Esme deserves all of our smoke and you know it."
"No evil mothers who want to destroy their daughter's love lives," Trina sighed.
"No evil mob bosses trying to kill us," Dex added. "Yeah, this is exactly what we needed. A break from all of it."
"Hear hear," Trina nodded.
"Ok, so we have all of that settled. What about the sleeping arrangements?" Spencer asked rubbing his hands together.
"Well, we can go boy-boy and girl-girl...but something tells me that Joss and Dex are going to want their own space," Trina giggled.
"As well as Spencer and Trina," Spencer wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close.
Trina felt herself melt into his embrace. They had yet to make love, but every time he held her against his body, she wanted him more and more. Hopefully, he didn't expect her to keep her hands to herself for much longer, especially if they were sharing a bed.
"Is that ok with you Trina?" Joss asked, eyeing her friend curiously. She couldn't help but notice the bliss on her friend's face when Spencer held her close. Her friend was definitely far gone for the boy.
"Oh yeah...more than ok. You have no idea," Trina breathed.
"Well, I say that we go to our separate corners for the night. We're all safe from Selena and that Zeke guy. We should just relax for the rest of the evening, yeah?" Dex suggested, feeling tired and worn from all that's happened.
"I think that's a good idea. I can definitely use some Spen...I mean sleep. Maybe then I can not think about my mother betraying me like this," Trina sighed. "Of course, Daija needs her rest if she's going to research."
"Uncle Sonny would give me my father's name," Spencer snorted.
"Easier for you to remember," Joss snorted.
"Is that supposed to mean something?" Spencer frowned.
Having enough, Trina pulled Spencer towards the stairs. "Come on Spencer. Let's go choose our room. No time for picking fights."
"I wasn't…," his words were cut off when Trina wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into a heated kiss, promising him something more than cuddling if he just followed directions. When she pulled away, he looked at her dazed. "Lead the way."
Trina simply smiled and waved good night to Joss. "See you two in the morning."
Joss laughed, realizing what Trina just did. "Have fun you two."
Once Trina and Spencer were gone, Joss turned around and wrapped her arms around Dex. "Trina has the right idea."
"What is that?"
"You boys are so oblivious...this," Joss pulled Dex into a heated kiss of her own. When she pulled away, he wore a smile. "Now do you get it?"
"I sure do," Dex lifted her up into his arms. "I have no objections."
…..
Zeke searched all the hottest spots where young adults were known to go, hoping to catch sight of his prey. He always liked to follow his hits around for a day or two just to get to know their routine and when the best time to strike was. Unfortunately, this Spencer kid was like a ghost. Zeke couldn't find him anywhere. In fact, Trina had been a no-show as well. In a city as small as Port Charles, he should have run into her by now, right? Not that he'd want Trina to know that he was in town. He didn't want her to know that he was behind what was to look like an accidental shooting of her boyfriend.
He sighed, wondering what he was thinking about, agreeing to do this for his sister. Sure, the Spencer kid sounded like bad news from how Portia told it...but he sounded like bad news too! After all, he was the black sheep of the family. He was known to be nothing but trouble and all respectable parents had warned their daughters away from him a long long time ago. Not that it helped. The ladies still liked him regardless. Some even saw past his bad-boy exterior and saw what was behind the wall he had put up. Those had been his long-term relationships, but they always fell apart because he just didn't find anyone that was worth changing for.
Maybe that's how it was for this Spencer. Trina obviously liked something about him. He had seen the way she had looked at the young man the one time he had met Spencer at Portia's wedding. The kid was straight-laced and polite. He couldn't picture him as being as bad as Portia made him out to be. Should he really do this for his sister? Should he really break Trina's heart, probably traumatizing her for life all because of Portia's selfish reasons?
He didn't know. Maybe this wasn't a good idea after all…
"Oh excuse me," a female voice gasped as someone bumped into him. He stepped back and his eyes widened at the finest woman he had ever set eyes on. She was model beautiful with almond-shaped brown eyes, beautiful lips, and the most gorgeous brown skin on this side of creation, and by the looks of her, she had legs for days.
"No, excuse me. I wasn't watching where I was going," Zeke found his voice. "You look like you're in a hurry, Ms."
"I'm just late to a meeting with one of my detectives, is all," The woman chuckled.
"Detectives?"
"Yes, I'm the police commissioner of this town. Jordan Ashford," The woman laughed good-naturedly, probably used to the shock she received when she told people her profession.
Zeke's eyes widened, realizing that this was probably the ex-wife of his brother-in-law Curtis. He had to say, Curtis had excellent taste and he was a fool because this Jordan was fine as...well. She was fine. "Oh, I've heard of you from my sister Portia. I'm Zeke Robinson," Zeke introduced himself, holding out his hand for her to shake.
Both Jordan and Zeke gasped as an electric shock passed through them as their hands connected. Yeah, there was a spark there.
Jordan blushed and pulled her hand out of his. "It was nice to meet you, Zeke. Welcome to Port Charles. Maybe we'll get to see each other again when I don't have a meeting to get to."
"Oh, I look forward to it," Zeke put on his best smile. He watched as Jordan continued on her way. He couldn't help checking her out one last time and felt the attraction grow even more. "Damn. I have to see her again."
