Operation: Seduce Spinelli
Started writing this a while ago. It's almost finished, but not quite. Much thanks, as always, to suerum. Characters aren't mine. Enjoy!
Jason Morgan had already had one hell of a bad day. Franco had made another attempt at his mental warfare, which had been fun, and an exercise in self-control. Spinelli had been no help at all as of late, dealing with Maxie's demands that he cheat on her before they could get back together. And Sam, he growled, Sam had ditched him. She'd run off to Panama to help out an old friend with something. Alone, she'd stressed, just before she told him not to attempt to contact her and no, she didn't know when she would be back, but it'd be a while.
So, with the three main stressors in his life at the moment coming together to aggravate him, his reaction upon seeing Maxie sitting on the sofa in the Penthouse was maybe a little harsh, but he didn't really care. It was, after all, entirely her fault that Spinelli was on the list of things that were conspiring against him.
"What do you want?" He snapped, heading straight to the kitchen for a beer.
She seemed unfazed by his apparent displeasure, following after him. "I need you to talk to Spinelli for me. He won't hold up his end of our deal."
His stone cold eyes narrowed. "You mean the deal where he has to cheat on you before you'll take him back?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, that deal."
"No, I won't talk to him about that." He countered. It was the most ludicrous sounding plan in the history of plans. She should be the one working for forgiveness – that she didn't deserve, he might add, but try telling Spinelli that – not the one offering ultimatums.
She folded her arms over her chest, glaring intently at him. It was similarly unintimidating. "And why not?"
Jason blinked. She was kidding, he hoped. "You have met Spinelli, right? He doesn't want to cheat on you. Never would. Just because you're all ready to self-destruct doesn't mean you have to force him into something he doesn't want."
"It's the only thing that's fair, Jason." Maxie responded. "I cheated on him, now he has to cheat on me. Maybe if I get a taste of my own medicine, I'll…"
"So, this isn't even about Spinelli? It's all about you. You're going to make him do something entirely against what he believes in so that you can feel better about cheating on him? Again?" He downed about half of his drink – dealing with her insanity was rapidly tearing at his already thin patience. "Want a piece of advice? The eye for an eye thing? Never actually accomplishes anything."
She frowned. "Well, I suppose you would know that, Mr. Professional Hitman. But, I don't care. He can't just forgive me, it's not enough."
An idea, about as insane as Maxie was at the moment, came to Jason's mind. Maybe it would shock her back into reality. He set his drink down, folded his own arms over his chest and glared back at her for a moment. "You know what? Fine. I'll do it."
"Fine? You'll talk to him?"
"No." He repeated. "I'll sleep with him. Will that meet your deranged requirements?"
It has the desired effect. She freezes, eyes wide and mouth agape. "I beg your pardon? I'm certain I didn't hear you right. It sounded like you just said that you would sleep with him."
That had been what he'd hoped for. Maybe with this threat, she'd see the error of her ways and just accept that the Saintly Spinelli was going to forgive her so long as she called off this ridiculous plan. "Yeah, there a problem with that?"
"I'm surprised, is all. Never suspected you swung that way. You? Big, bad Jason Morgan? Stone Cold Killer?" She teased, rather bravely in the face of the biggest mobster in town. "And besides, that won't work, anyway. I told him he had to cheat on me with a stranger – which you are not. That'd be all I need – for you to steal him from me when you're already the only one he'll ditch me for."
"You cheated on him with a psychopath whose probably killed people and you get to be nitpicky about who he cheats on you with? You'd prefer a stranger off the street as opposed to someone he trusts?"
Maxie scoffed. "If that someone is you? Yes, definitely. Spinelli's mine and you're really the only person who doesn't seem to understand that."
At first, he'd solely been trying to get Maxie to understand what she was asking, but now… She'd adequately corralled his bad mood into a solid purpose. He'd get Spinelli to realize how wrong she was for him. He rolled his eyes, shook his head. "Maybe because he's not your property?"
"Well, he's certainly not yours, even though that's what you treat him like." She continued to unknowingly bait him, making him more and more intent on his goal. "I bet he wouldn't sleep with you anyway, even if that were the deal."
Okay, this was getting out of hand. He downed the rest of his drink, grabbed another, and headed back out to the living room. She followed. "You don't deserve to have someone like Spinelli. You just use him and I'm not going to let you destroy him, too."
"'You're not going to let me'? You think you can keep him away from me or something, Jason? Hate to break it to you, but even after what I did, he still loves me." She tossed back at him, looking several kinds of incredulous and annoyed. "Okay, fine, then. Let's see who he cares about more."
"What are you talking about?"
A hand landed on her hip, and she bit her lip in thought. "We'll have tests. Keep score. Whoever wins – gets Spinelli."
Jason shook his head, actually laughed at the absurdity of her apparent loss of touch with reality. "You really are insane."
"No, listen to me. If you win, I'll dump Spinelli, I'll back off and he'll be all yours. If I win, Spinelli moves out of the Penthouse and out from under your mob rules, and he's all mine." She challenged, nodding along as if congratulating herself on what a genius idea she'd come up with.
Tempting. He could get her away from Spinelli if he agreed to and won this absurd competition. Certainly an appealing thought. But he didn't want to sink to her level of manipulation, either. "Why would I agree to that?"
She smirked. "You mean you don't think you can win against me, Jason?"
"…What kind of tests?" It wasn't her words that had spurred him into agreeing. It was her attitude. She was willing to turn all of this into a game in which she could win or lose Spinelli. He just wasn't going to stand for that.
"Eh, we'll work the details out later." Maxie said, glancing at the clock. "Spinelli should be back soon and we don't need him hearing any of this, do we?"
That was a given. Chances were, if Spinelli found out about this, they'd both lose him.
"Are you in?"
He nodded. "Yeah." Wondering what he had gotten himself into, but in. "Call me later about your insane plans."
The front door opened then, marking Spinelli's arrival. "Greetings Maximista, Stone Cold." He grinned, raising a hand in salutation as he pulled his messenger bag from his shoulder. "The Jackal was not intruding, was he?" Jason looked marginally irritated and Maxie seemed as if she was similarly annoyed.
"Nope, Maxie was just leaving, right?"
The blonde glared, but nodded. "Right."
The war was on.