The barrel of the gun struck him square in the jaw, sending him falling to the hard, cold ground, dazed. The pain in his face was excruciating, threatening to break it. The owner of the gun, a thin blonde, blue eyed woman, had fire in her eyes as she bent over the dark haired man and placed the weapon underneath his chin.

“Now, I hope that taught you that you don’t control me and you don’t control much of this territory anymore,” she said, venom dripping from every word. The hatred for a man she’d once called her brother was palpable and thick in the air.

The victim didn’t speak, knowing full well that lines had been cross and nothing was the same anymore. He’d lost almost everything, including his best friend, for what he’d done. Now, he was at the mercy of his sister, something he’d never imagined.

Courtney Morgan walked into her loft, their loft, after being at the warehouse with Sonny Corinthos and her husband. He’d left shortly after she’d clocked his former best friend in the jaw the first time, but not because he didn’t want to see her let him have it. He was tired from the day and had other things to take care of, so Max had brought him back home.

The blonde sat her leather jacket on the back of the couch before sitting on it herself. She was exhausted and angry. Angry at Sonny Corinthos for thinking that he was still in control when he clearly wasn’t. That had been taken from him years ago, when he’d disowned her, betrayed his best friend for the sake of his mistress, and pushed away his wife after he’d discovered the truth. He’d fallen from his pedestal and she’d made sure it was a hard one.

And, now, the former kingpin was struggling to hold on to his coffee empire, which was barely his. She’d let him with almost nothing and the business had been handed over to Jason, who was happy to take it. Courtney hadn’t been sure that he would, but he’d surprised her and said yes when she made the offer. Then, he’d suggested that they combine Pride-Phillips and Morgan-Corinthos Coffee, which had been changed to Morgan-Morgan coffee. But, Sonny still had a little bit of his company; one pier and one warehouse. Everything else belonged to Jason, along with his beautiful wife.

Courtney felt two strong hands make themselves known on her shoulders as Jason Morgan pulled his wife’s back to the couch and moved his fingers, kneading the tense muscles. He knew that she was still getting used to dealing with Sonny this way, especially since he kept trying to rise like a phoenix from the ashes, which had only been attempted recently. Her husband didn’t like it either, but there was no way that he was going to let Corithos rise to power again, not after what they’d done to get there and what he’d done to them. He’d fallen and the bottom was where he would be staying.

“Mmm, that feels nice,” she said, letting his hands and fingers relax her.

“How’d it go after I left?”

“Well, he wouldn’t shut up about how he would be in charge again and told me that this was short lived. So, I took the gun and hit him with it instead of my fist this time and he got the hint.”

Jason removed his hands from her shoulders and jumped over the back of the couch, sitting next to her. His former boss and business partner had definitely gotten more confident as of late and extremely cocky, almost like he used to be, but he wouldn’t be too hard to control. He had the tendency to forget that his former enforcer knew more about his business than he did and could destroy him if he needed to. And, if the blue eyed man needed to do so to keep him down and to keep him from attempting to hurt Courtney or anything they’d built in the recent years, he would.

The sunlight streamed into the window in the bedroom of the loft, shining the lemon yellow onto the blankets that covered the Morgan’s bed. Jason lay awake, his muscular arms wrapped around Courtney’s small waist, a large hand resting on her flat stomach. He loved holding her while she slept, she was always so peaceful. Reveling in the scent of her golden blond hair, he thought back to the night before at the warehouse.

It had been just short of chaos, to be quite honest. Sonny had shown up, ready to lunge at Courtney because she’d been the one to take the company from him completely before giving him a single warehouse and pier back. Ever since, her older brother’s rage had intensified to a level that no one had thought possible, not even Carly. His sister was his main target for now, but Jason knew that he would soon become one right along with her. Sonny wanted to destroy her the way she’d destroyed him, but soon he would figure out that doing it with her husband by her side would be damn close to impossible. So, Jason would be in the real line of fire soon enough.

Corinthos had pushed and shoved his way into the warehouse while Marco, Courtney and Jason were discussing their next shipments, raving about how they were all weak and couldn’t handle the business as well as he was able to. Jason and his wife had just stared at him, annoyed, until Courtney really lost it and punched him in the jaw. Minutes after, Jason had to leave because of something he had to take care of and he was getting tired. He knew his wife could handle herself, especially when it came to Sonny, so he had no worries about that. Everything else, she’d told him when they were getting ready for bed the night before.

Turning his head to look at the alarm clock on the nightstand on his side of the bed. Jason noticed that they had about two hours until their next shipment was scheduled to arrive. Courtney had said that she wanted both of them to be there, just in case her brother had any ideas. This one was only coffee, but she still didn’t want anyone messing with it. Another clandestine shipment was supposed to land shortly after midnight and nobody knew about it besides them and a few of the men. Moving back to his wife, he nuzzled into her neck, kissing the soft skin to wake her up.

“Jason….” She moaned as the softness of his lips tickled her. He’d taken to waking her up like that recently, when she’d complained about the alarm clock.

“We’ve got that shipment coming in.” he reminded her between kisses.

“I’m about to forget the shipment if you don’t stop harassing me,” she said, mock scolding in her voice as she rolled onto her back, pushing him away and pulling the blanket over her head.

Jason laughed at her and moved himself between her legs so that he was laying on top of his wife underneath the blankets. He put his chin on her stomach and looked up at her, as well as he could.

“Baby, we’ve got to get up.” He pleaded gently. She’s so cute in the morning, but he knew that her other side would emerge the second they got to the warehouse. Seeing that she wasn’t getting up, he pulled her pajama shirt up and bit her stomach softly.

“Jason Morgan!” she shrieked, still trying to keep up with the façade that she was irritated. She wasn’t, she just didn’t want to get out of bed. Sleep sounded a lot better than a coffee shipment.

Courtney sat up, which surprised the man laying on her and she flipped him over so that now she was laying on his hard stomach, her face right in front of his.

Her hand went to the side of his face as she kissed him passionately. Pulling away, she stared into his blue eyes with hers. “I love you so much.”

His hand stroked her cheek. “I love you, too. With all my heart.” He kissed her again before releasing her to take a shower while he made his breakfast special, eggs.