A/n: This story is a sequel to my finished story "Ain't No Rest For The Wicked", you can find the original story in my works. This will take place about a month and a half or so after the first story ended, I hope you enjoy.

Chapter One -

Dante was sick of looking at them, they were everywhere he went. Even at work he couldn't escape them, ever since his divorce from Lulu he had settled into a deep depression. Why hadn't he been able to make things work? Dante has done everything right, or so he thought. Why would Lulu want to be with someone who couldn't even keep her safe? What did Johnny have that he didn't? Besides Lulu's heart, obviously.

"Dante, you've gotta pull yourself out of this. I know that you love Lulu but it's over. It didn't work out for a reason." Olivia Falconeri went around the loft picking up empty beer cans and empty takeout containers and stuffing them into a big black trash bag.

"Ma, you don't understand. I had her right here, now she's just gone." Dante's brown eyes were glazed over, still drunk from the night before.

"Don't tell me I don't understand, do you understand the hell I went through when your father left Bensonhurst? I know exactly how you're feeling but I didn't sit around feeling sorry for myself. Now, hit the shower! You're gonna get dressed and go to work, if you aren't there in an hour I'm coming back here to beat your ass Dante Angelo. I love you." Olivia decided that he needed some tough love, she was sick of seeing her only son mope around like he didn't have anything.

"Yeah, I love you." Dante withheld the urge to roll his eyes, he didn't want to get punched. With that, Olivia left the loft and Dante took a shower and got dressed as he promised.

"I don't think I'll ever be myself again, thanks Lulu." Dante mutters looking at himself in the mirror, he looked gruff especially with the beard he had growing. Dante walked into the police station that morning with a coffee in hand and black sunglasses slid over his eyes, he was insanely hungover.

"I suppose I should be thankful you showed up today?" Anna Devane's British voice filled his ears as he sank down into his desk chair.

"I guess so." Dante answered, not many bosses would have put up with his passive aggressive attitude. Mac wouldn't have.

"Dante, I am going to fire you if you don't start pulling your weight around here. You're one of the best detectives I've got. That's why I keep you around but, incompetence won't be tolerated around here. Are you ready to work or are you going to make me do something I really don't want to do?" Anna crossed her arms, knowing she had been far too lenient with Dante.

"Anna, why have you been letting me act like this?" Dante wondered.

"Well, you've had some personal issues going on. Everyone knows that." Anna shrugged.

"What do you have for me to work on?" Dante knew that he needed to straighten up, maybe throwing himself into work would do him good.

"This morning there was a body found on the pier, I need you to go down there and gather evidence." Anna was satisfied with his answer.

"I'm on it." Dante left the station and drove to the location, immediately seeing yellow tape and a sheet covering the said body.

"Detective Falconeri." He flashed his badge to the forensics team and they let him in.

"Do you know her?" One of the guys asked as Dante pulled back the sheet, stumped as the older woman looked like Lulu.

"What's her name?" Dante asked, cautiously.

"Laura Spencer."

Over in another part of Port Charles in Johnny's penthouse there was a bunch of packing going on, boxes stacked across the floor so that you could barely see the carpet.

"Hey baby, are we almost done?" Johnny Zacchara asks, coming inside, ready to pack some more boxes into the moving truck.

"I think so." Lulu nods, out of breath.

"You know it's not a race. Right? The house will still be there." Johnny smirked at her.

"I know smartass but, the sooner the better." Lulu playfully rolled her eyes. Johnny had finally had Crimson Pointe torn down and had been building a new house on the land; the only thing he had kept was Maria's rose garden because he could never bring himself to get rid of it. Anthony lived in an assisted living facility now and only visited every once in a while. Johnny wanted to build a better life for him and Lulu, he didn't want the penthouse to hold bad memories of Logan for her. They both wanted to start the next chapter of their lives together. Before Johnny could reply they heard footsteps, Starr and Michael were standing in the doorway eager to help.

"We came to help." Michael smiles sheepishly at his cousin, even though Lulu had told him that she and Johnny had it handled.

"You really don't have to do that." Lulu smiled at him.

"Come on, you need extra hands. Let's get moving!" Starr clapped her hands together, grabbing a few boxes and going downstairs.

"Happy wife, happy life." Michael gave a simple shrug, taking a few boxes and following suit.

"He's not wrong." Johnny chuckled.

"Alright, get moving Zacchara. We don't have all day." Lulu nudged him with her elbow.

"Except we do." Johnny smirked, picking up some boxes and heading outside. Before Lulu could do the same her phone buzzed in her pocket, checking the caller ID it was Dante.

"This must be important, why else would he call me?" Lulu immediately answered, saying hello.

"Listen, I'm sorry to bother you but…I need you to come down to the station. Something bad has happened, I can't tell you this over the phone. It's impersonal. It has to be in person."