Title: In Over Your Head
Rated: M
Authors: Shawns Guardian Angel and Ortonholic
Pairings: Various including slash, femslash and het
Starring: Shawn Michaels, Nolee Lacroix, Chris Jericho, Santana Lopez, Hunter Helmsley, Carter Lacroix, Harris Lacroix and others
Genre: AU - Mafiaverse (Romance/angst/drama)
Warnings: Character death, rape, shooting, sex between two males, two females, male & female sex, possible m-preg, drinking
Things You Should Know:
- Nicki J and Santana Lopez are NOT owned by me. They are fictional characters owned by others. Nicki of course is her own person while Santana is the sole property of Ryan Murphy and Glee
- The Lacroix Family is owned by Ortonholic
- The story takes place in a completely fictional and made-up mafia universe by if-i-were-a-wolf, Ortonholic, Dark Kaneanite and myself among others.
Disclaimer: As you know unless stated otherwise I own nothing but one-half of the plot. The WWE characters and others are the sole property of their prospective owners. Aside from the Lacroixs, we don't own anything. Also we the autors would appreciate it if you did NOT link our fics to social networks (IE Twitter, Facebook, Google plus. Just...don't do it.)
In Over Your Head
Shawn Michaels swayed his hips, tight ass shining gloriously for all to see in his assless chaps. He had this fool hanging onto his every movement and with precision timing, he flashed him that signature sultry smile of his. The guy shifted on his stool, no doubt finally feeling the discomfort of a hard on that needed attending to. Shawn moved around the stage dropping down into a split before the gentleman. He was smoking a disgusting cigar- no doubt expensive as hell- but that didn't matter. Shawn licked his lips leaning forward enough to blow his breath over the end of the cigar, igniting the burn even more. The gentleman looked pleased, momentarily pausing his eye fuck long enough to remove the cigar and shove his tongue down Shawn's throat.
He allowed it, opening his throat for better access. The man, or rather his target for the evening, wrapped both arms around him dragging him off the stage and into his lap. There were people around, but they hardly mattered. The regulars already knew what would eventually go down, but they dare not say a word. The stranger broke the kiss, jerking Shawn's neck to the side while he explored the tender flesh of his neck licking and sucking while Shawn overplayed his part, groaning loudly as if he really desired this man. While the man was "turning him on", Shawn's eyes rounded on a table of newbies. He'd never seen any of them before but he knew they had to be newbies. For starters, one of them was a cop. The others he couldn't be sure of because if they were, they had the brains to hide their badges rather than keep it on their shirt.
A hard bite to his neck made him gasp then he could feel it; the man's erection pressed up against him. It was time to end this. He kissed the man's lips once more, rocking and whispering words in his ear. In a few minutes he would walk past that round table and go upstairs to change while this poor fool who probably owed somebody money would blindly follow, too distracted by his hard on and lust for his body to realize that he's making the last mistake he'll ever make in his entire life.
~x~
Nicki J. was behind the VIP curtain but she always knew what going on. Her men were guarding the place like Fort Knox and by now, everyone knew what kind of place this was.
"Boss, there are cops in here."
Well...she thought they did. She waved one of her men off, two quick waves meaning to let it slide. She only killed when necessary and right now she was in no mood to rough it up with a couple of blues. She knew the world was full of bad people and crime. Hell she was the cause of most of it so she could relate to them needing a drink; to kick back, have a lap dance, get laid and take a load off. Still they would be watched and closely. She was too close to landing this alliance and no cop was going to have her and her boys thrown out of the city. Shawn would make sure of that if need be.
~x~
There were few things in the world that Nolee Lacroix prided herself on. One of those things was the fact that she made an amazing cherry pie. The other was that she had finally achieved her life long dream of becoming a member of NYPD Blue. Her brother had been the one to press her through it and make sure that she could do it. She owed the world to him.
At the moment though, she was sharing drinks with some of the other rookies on the force; members of the class that she had graduated with from cop school. Most of them had left their badges at home but as soon as she heard that the place she was going to was ran by the infamous Nicki J, she had decided that it was a great idea to bring the badge, just in case.
She had watched the "main event", a man by the name of Shawn Micheals, dancing on stage and watched his interaction with a man in the audience. Something didn't feel right, at least not to her. After a while she excused herself from the group and proceeded to follow the man, hiding her badge in her pocket all the while hoping that she didn't get herself in trouble. Of course being just a dumb rookie, she didn't know that Shawn was used to this kind of thing. You see, Shawn knew he was being watched. Why? Because every dumb rookie cop in the history of this bar would come in, knowing or maybe not knowing, what this place was all about then they would get it in their head to play hero. He could smell it. It was faint but he was certain it was a cheap brand of women's perfume. So it's a woman this time...
Shawn slowed down a bit before he got to his room. His target was still following though he seemed to be torn between his lust and probably the feeling that something was wrong as well. On cue two men exited the room two doors from his own. They nodded cordially, each one secretly packing a Russian AN-94 tucked underneath their expensive suits. They were Nicki's men and any of Nicki's men were Shawn's bodyguards, but they knew he was on the job. So they passed him by and lingered near the stairs pulling out a few cigars. If anyone was watching him there wasn't a damn thing they could do right now without eating a couple of bullets. He just hoped whoever the lady was that was also following would get a clue. Unnecessary causalities always bothered him.
By now though Shawn's target had decided he would take his chance, shoving Shawn against the door and pressing against him from behind. Shawn pretended to struggle a bit, giggling while the man groped him and rained kisses on his neck. He jiggled the key to his room finally getting it open. The man wasted no time pushing his way in and then the door closed, locking automatically behind them. This man would not be leaving tonight the same way he came. Like a piece of candy leading a baby Shawn crawled on the bed peeling off the rest of his own clothes while the "baby" fumbled to get out of his slacks. Shawn laid there pretending to want him by beckoning the man to come. The man scrambled onto the bed covering Shawn's lithe body kissing him greedily all over. Shawn moaned loudly. Hell if he was being watched he might as well put on a show for the lady provided Nicki's men didn't kill her for being nosy.
Shawn made all kinds of sounds while the man worked, his hand reaching over on the nightstand grabbing the knife covered in venomous poison. He waited until the man was settling between his legs before he turned the tables, flipping them over so that he was on top. He seductively kissed the mans lips, grinding on him drawing all kinds of needful moans. He broke the kiss for air then with a small smile he kissed him once more only this time to muffle the screaming. One...two...three times he stabbed him. The poison would do most of the work. He kept kissing him, sucking every ounce of breath out of the man who was weakly pushing against him trying to break free but it was too late. The poison worked quickly effecting breathing, muscle function and then of course, the heart. The man's body began to convulse. He shuddered violently for several seconds and then he was still.
~x~
Nolee wasn't too far away and had been pretty sure that she could follow the dancer that is until she saw the two giant men in suits block part of the way of the hallway. She stood there for a long time trying to figure out how she could get past them because she had to stop whatever that slightly attractive man was doing to his client. She could hear them and the "sex" echoing through the halls, but somehow she just didn't think he was a prostitute. Oh no, there was something more sinister about him than that for behind every pretty face lied a heart of darkness in this city.
She looked at the men with guns then looked behind her. There was no where else to go but through the men but she knew they wouldn't let her pass. It was just a hunch, but it wasn't a secret that cops often disappeared from these types of establishments and she didn't want to be another statistic. In the end, she turned and went back downstairs. He would have to reappear sooner or later and when he did, she would continue to follow up.
~x~
Shawn had blood on his hands literally and figuratively. But it was the job, something he neither loved nor hated. If that cop hadn't followed him those two men with the guns would have taken care of this and Shawn could have gotten in another dance before reporting to the boss. He sighed taking his knife and cleaning it. Nicki's dirty cops would be called later to come clean up the scene of the crime. For now though he needed a quick shower and civilian clothes for he rarely dressed the part of one of Nicki's Barbz.
He left the man's body and began peeling off pieces of clothing for his shower. He didn't stay in there too long. A nice, long shower would have been welcome after this day but reporting to the boss came before his own wants. He put on some jeans and a tank, covering up his nipple piercings and the small tattoo associating him with Nicki. He quietly slipped out of the room walking past the two burly men with ease. They wasted no time calling the right people and alerting the boss.
As Shawn made his way past the roundtable full of cops, he noticed that most of them were gone by now including the one who followed him. He wondered if she had gotten herself killed. Those guns had silencers on them so if so, not many would have heard it. What a waste he thought before disappearing behind the curtain to meet with the boss. He would give a report, get his next assignment then leave to go home to his real apartment.
"I did what you asked of me," he said, greeting her with a kiss to each cheek. Very few members of their cosca were allowed to touch the capofamiglia or boss, but Shawn was one of the few. He had proven his merit time and time again and had somewhat been taken under the boss' wing so to speak. It always baffled him because he knew as a lowly stripper ranking up in this business was nearly impossible and after seeing some of the shit the others had to do, he wasn't exactly in a hurry to rank up.
He sat down next to the boss who waved the others off. With a smile she crawled into his lap placing chaste kisses on his face and neck before sighing. "Very good my little Barb. Did he make it easy for you?"
He was always tense when the boss acted like this, but she was still very young. He assumed that times alone with people she trusted allowed her to drop the bad girl image and be the little girl she missed out on being. She liked to call him her Barb, like a Barbie doll, but she was the one who was a doll only more beautiful and dangerous. He slipped his arms around her waist holding her loosely. "He was at my mercy in all of two seconds. I think it was the chaps."
"So the boys did the work for you."
"No," he sighed. "Once again I was followed by some nosy blond chick. A rookie cop I think so you know me. I put on quite the show behind closed doors, but when I was done, she was nowhere to be found."
Nicki frowned. "They didn't report any jobs to me and you know my rule. When you kill I want immediate word from you." She pursed her lips. "She's probably around here somewhere gorgeous, but don't you worry about a thing. I have someone watching your apartment at all times and you'll be followed home." She pecked his lips then climbed out of his lap. "You don't have an assignment this week so enjoy it. Take a load off."
"Really? Like...no dancing this week at all?"
Nicki smiled showing off her perfect teeth. She opened her Louis Vutton purse and handed him a card. "Go to the spa. Go on a shopping spree- whatever you want. Anybody fuck with you then you know what to do." She waved him off and with slight bow, he exited the room pocketing his bonus.
The crew nodded opening the doors to let him out of the club. It was one of those cooler nights and he wished he would have brought a light jacket but he would deal. His apartment was roughly a block from here so he would live. He walked down the sidewalk, ignoring the pimps knowing his donna would not like it if he laid down with someone. She wanted him to stay clean and unattached. He had no problem with this considering his last boyfriend was a dick.
If anybody was watching or following him he was oblivious. If Nicki had his back then why worry about the cops? He folded his arms over his chest picking up the pace as he hurried home.
~x~
When Nolee disappeared out of the club to sit in her car, she remembered just why she had never been on a stakeout before. Sitting there waiting for a man to come outside was boring, tiring and she did not like it one bit. But she eventually reminded herself that this was all for a good cause; that this was to help further not only her career, but also to help whoever the man who had followed the dancer. She knew something wasn't right deep down in her gut and if she could save him she damn well would rookie or not.
Yawning, she rubbed her tired eyes. Her friends had all sent her texts during the hour saying they were going to one place or another. At least she would have something to do tonight, no matter how boring it was. However, just when she felt herself getting frustrated, she saw the doors of the club open up. It was the blonde dancer and Nolee was extremely glad when she saw the man exit the bar. She started up her car acting like she wasn't trying to follow him but at the same keeping an eye on him. She took a drink of her big gulp hoping that he wouldn't notice how close she was to him. This kind of thing had not been on the test in great detail when she was at the police academy. She put her sunglasses on making herself less noticeable, or so she thought. She didn't know it, but everything she did right now screamed dumb rookie.
Shawn was well aware that he was being followed again and if this was the cop from earlier then she wasn't very smart. As if he wouldn't notice the sound of her engine starting up. He was sorely tempted to just stop and ask her if she was lost or something, but he kept walking until he reached his apartment. Now what he did next was entirely up to her. She'd never get anywhere by following him around. He was too well protected but if she decided to question him- and on what grounds, he had no idea considering she had nothing on him- but nevertheless she might get a clue. He decided to take his time and fumble around for his keys. He knew he probably shouldn't have been baiting an officer, but she started it. What will you do Mr. Officer?
~x~
Nolee parked the car deciding to get out and walk over to Shawn. She prepared her badge to show the man just in case he asked for it. She walked up to him with a smile on her face. She wanted to come off as someone who wasn't hostile and merely wished to talk. "Mr. Micheals, I saw your performance at the club tonight. May I ask what went down after? I'm Officer Nolee Lacroix with the New York Police Department."
Shawn smirked before he turned around standing face to face with the officer. "Well Miss Lacroix, I don't mean to come off as a jerk but I'm pretty sure that I don't have to tell you anything about what I do outside of work, especially since I haven't done anything. If you run a background check on me, I'm clean. I just don't have the most glamorous of jobs. All strippers are not bad people you know."
"Mr. Micheals, I know exactly who you work for," Nolee said, her voice not wavering one bit. She knew she couldn't be timid around a man like him who could probably manipulate her just as easily as he probably manipulated most men every night. After all, no man had ever scared or intimidated her to begin with and she wouldn't let him do it either. "I know what men who work for people as...influential as your boss often get themselves into and often it's bigger troubles."
"Again, if you run a background check on me you'll see that I'm clean. Period. So despite what you think you may know about me, unless you can prove it then you and I have nothing to chat about," he said simply. "I dance. I serve drinks to one of the world's most notorious criminals, who by the way, you can't arrest either because you can't prove anything, and that's it. Anything else you think I may do is all in your little blonde head."
Shawn turned the key to his door nudging it open slightly. "You know Miss Lacroix, if you wish to survive in this city then I suggest you find some other notorious criminal to investigate. I've seen rookie cops like you attempt to bring down women and men like Nicki, but all have failed. You're a rookie who's in over her head and you don't even realize it. For example..." Shawn turned around nodding to the car across the street from Nolee's. "That car has Nicki's men in it waiting to put about 8 thick ones inside your back should you do something stupid. Nicki owns this city and half the cops in the PD so even if you did have something on me, you couldn't do a damn thing. How can you when half your department is filled with dirty cops?"
Nolee listened to the mans words feeling extremely foolish. She knew that part of the police department was corrupt, but she didn't think it was anyone she knew. After all, the brother that she had helped her become a cop because he had known that she could help the world just like him.
Shawn turned away from her stepping inside his apartment. "Go home Miss Lacroix. You're either in the wrong line of work or in the wrong city for work. I didn't have to tell you any of this but I did. So take note and get the hell out of here. I'd hate to see another rookie go to waste."
When Shawn pointed out the car with the two men who were willing to pump her full of lead, she shivered. If it wasn't for his warning, she'd be dead right now. Biting her lip, she looked at him. "Thank you. I know you didn't have to do that. I guess I'm a big city cop with dreams of making this world a better place. I'm...I'm sorry to have ruined your night."
Shawn paused before closing the door on her. "No, you didn't ruin my night. Seeing you pumped full of lead would have done it though. Good night Miss Lacroix."
Shawn closed the door bolting it locked with a tired sigh. The day had been far too long for him and super intense. He did two jobs in one day- neither of them going as planned. Usually when things went according to plan, all he would have to do is lead then blind. He'd drop them off at his room then pretend to go grab a bottle of lube or something. Nicki's guys would wait for him to leave then they would do the job. But twice today he had to do it for them and as always, it turned his stomach. He hated killing. He'd been apart of Nicki's men for a long time but killing someone- whether they deserved it or not- was something he never got used to and if there was such thing as a heaven or hell, he'd condemned his soul a long time ago.
Shawn dragged himself to his bedroom kicking off his shoes and climbing into bed. He sent Nicki's underboss Santana a quick text letting her know he was safe inside and managed to get the cop off of his back without any bloodshed. In the past, cops usually rushed him cuffing him then attempting to drag him to the department for interrogation but they usually never made it to the car before snipers were taking their head's off. The Lacroix chick would have been just another waste and he didn't want that.
Unlike most of his fellow cosca members he was always trying to save innocent lives if he could. There were still a few decent people in the world. Through his line of work he actually met a few decent humans. This Lacroix woman was a rookie cop which meant she probably grew up with dreams of helping others or bettering the world- some shit like that. He couldn't knock someone for following their dreams. He used to dream of running a daycare. He loved kids. He could remember when he was a teen before his parents got popped how all the neighborhood kids used to run to his home when their parents were fighting or for various reasons. He would always comfort them; tell them it would be alright even if he knew deep down that it probably wasn't. It was too late to live his dreams, but not Nolee and with that in mind he soon fell asleep with plans to hit the mall later.
AN: Whatcha think?