Disclaimer: I do not own anyone, all events are fictional and for entertainment only.

A/N: I want to say thank you so much for those that reached out to me during my time of need, you all don't know the affects it had on me, and yes they were positive. With that in mind, I've decided to try once more at writing, but this time with Roman Reigns as one of the focal stars. Dolly Castro will be the OC, and she will be renamed Bianca Coco Beltrán. This is a one-shot and is completed, I will see what you guys think to decide if more is needed….xoxoxo

Miami, Florida…Residence of Detective Joseph Anoaʻi

It was a Friday night, eight o'clock to be precise, and the twenty-five year old Latin beauty, Bianca Coco Beltrán, had been looking forward to this moment all day, but now that she had arrived at the Midcentury split-level home in front of her, the excited anticipation seem to turn into uncomfortableness. Maybe it was because she couldn't shake the feeling that she had been there before, but she knew that could not be a possibility. After several seconds of back and forth within her mind, she finally cut the engine of her metallic gold/black Lamborghini Hurcan LP 610-4 Spyder, and opened the driver side door skeptically. "Oh for the love God, get a grip Bianca…You need to do this, and maybe those damn dreams will stop." She mumbled almost sadly because the dreams have been coming almost every night for the past two months, and all the dreams were about the owner of this home. You see Bianca had been in a car accident over a year ago, and now suffers from the after effects of TBI, Traumatic Brain Injury, which has a multitude of symptoms, but primarily patches of memory loss.

She grabbed the large black duffle bag from inside of the car and swung it over her shoulder. She hoped the cash she had inside of it would convince the Detective to back off. She didn't know why she felt such a connection to this Detective, I mean he has done everything possible to interfere in her business, but she couldn't or wouldn't get rid of him.

Detective Joe Anoa'I and Bianca were on entirely different sides of the fence when it came to professions, since the accident Bianca has stepped into her late mother's footsteps, which to most of us this would seem like an honor, but the late Sandra Ávila Beltrán was not most people, she was a ruthless Columbian Drug Cartel leader, the best actually, which was rare within a male dominated world. This now meant Bianca has been dubbed "La Reina del Atlántico" (The Queen of the Atlantic).

Bianca has been able to keep her mother's legacy thriving by doing business with another crime organized leader, actually the kingpin of Miami, Paul Levesque. She was smart enough to know that having him on her side was better than being her enemy. This all tied in together with her frustrations of Joe, because Joe had made it his sole purpose, along with his partner, Jon Good, attempting to disband hers and Paul's organizations. Her hope was after tonight Joe and Jon would both back off, and also she may get answers to all of her restless nights of ongoing dreams of Joe.

As she made her way towards the front door, a snicker adorned her face as she looked at the odd choice of color for the front door, it was lime green. Granted it looked to be made of high quality, but it definitely was not to her liking. The doorbell had not been pushed yet, but she heard barking coming from inside. She wasn't afraid because she never left home without her Glock 17 9mm, it was secretly tucked away in her Jimmy Choo gold Python Tulita shoulder bag. "So typical of a cop, a fucking dog, pff." She snorted under her breath.

Joe became alerted by his dog Sadie, he was just finishing up his shower, but when a Rottweiler was barking her head off as she was right now, he knew it had to be a stranger. This did not sit well with Joe for the obvious reasons of being an undercover Narcotics cop. He quickly shut off the hot water, and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, and then his next move was to the middle drawer of the bathroom vanity. He had his gun tucked up inside, he removed the safety, and quietly made his way downstairs. He gave a silent command to Sadie, who stood like a statue at the front door, because she never disobeyed, and she immediately went by his side. He then went to a window that gave him a bird's eye view of his drive way, he immediately knew it was her. Who else had that custom made car? He instantly became angry. "The fucking nerve of her."

"Oh for fucks sakes…I know you are home, open up!" Bianca yelled out as she rang the doorbell excessively.

Joe was not prepared to see her, especially not tonight. His built up frustration of this woman and the situation they were in was too much, so he flung the door open, and grabbed Bianca's index finger before she could the ring the doorbell again. There was nothing but sheer irritation in his grey eyes. Even Sadie was looking at her daddy, and she laid down by his side. "Stop being an impatient spoiled brat!"

Bianca found herself speechless as she looked at Joe dripping wet, his wet hair was cascaded around his face, and his chiseled chest looked beyond perfection. She could feel goose bumps rising while she took in a full view of him. After several seconds of both of them staring intently at one another, she finally was able to catch her breath and speak. "Don't hate the player, flat foot, hate the game." She slowly took her finger back and started to walk inside, but Joe blocked her entry by placing his free hand on the doorframe. "I didn't invite you in."

Bianca smiled wickedly and leaned on the doorframe. "So rude, didn't your Mamma teach you manners."

Joe was not amidst to her either, he couldn't help but get caught up by the sight of her. She was dressed in a two-piece apricot sexy studded bandage dress, and dammit she had on gold strappy stiletto shoes that showed off her shapely legs. This particular outfit showed off every curve she had and gave just a hint of her toned abdomen, something he was all too familiar with. He swallowed hard, but never softened his facial features. "You know she did, but manners are a two-way street…What do you want?"

"Duh, I want to come in, we need to talk." Bianca dipped her head underneath Joe's arm and walked right inside like she owned the place. She found it odd that the black and tan Rottweiler just let her stroll right in. "Some guard dog you got there." She quipped, as her heels clicked over the sunset hickory hardwood floors.

Joe watched her brazen movements, and slammed the door shut, that immediately made his nostrils flare. He couldn't believe she still wore the same perfume, it was intoxicating, the mixed notes of musk, leather, patchouli, fruity, and white floral scents seemed to be made just for her, and then he looked down at Sadie, and arched his eyebrow at her and whispered. "Nice, you could never resist her either…" With that, Sadie, ashamed and placed her paw over her eyes and whimpered as to agree.

Joe made sure to place his gun away within a small antique desk he kept by the front entrance, and then he walked inside of the living room area to find Bianca already seated on his black leather sofa, it seemed as though he was having a déjà vu moment. He had to blink several times to regain his senses. "You comfortable, Coco? I mean you just planted your ass down without being asked."

Bianca became annoyed, and her eyes narrowed as she looked Joe dead on, and jingling noises came from her right wrist, as she became innate with her hand motion. "I told you to stop calling me that, what the hell is wrong with you?"

Joe shrugged his shoulders, and his stare was still intense. "You don't like it, turn your ass around and leave."

The jingling continued from Bianca, as she waved him off, and her tone became one of a Mafia Boss. "We can make this pleasant or difficult…Your choice."

"You have some damn nerve coming in my house and making demands, I'm not your sugar daddy, and you won't disrespect me…Like I said, if you don't like it, get out and take your ass back to that ungodly Mansion with your devil boyfriend."

Bianca smiled again, she was not going to lose her cool. She was there on a mission. "Okay, okay, okay…But, I must correct you, he is not my sugar daddy, we are equals…" She held up her left hand, and damn the room seem to light up because of the huge diamond engagement ring she was wearing. "Paul and I are business partners, and as you see we will be more shortly." Bianca satisfied she got the upper hand, smiled and continued. "Can we start this meeting over? And, oh, I would like something to drink." She squinted as though she was trying to make up her mind. "Cristal, yeah, Cristal Champagne would be nice." She snickered obnoxiously. "You do know what that is, right?"

Joe tilted his head to side, with hand on his hip. He was taken by surprise of the engagement ring and her rude behavior. "What?" And, just then his cellphone chirped, it was an incoming message. Unfortunately, Bianca was the closet to it, and she picked it up from the glass coffee table.

"Gimmie that!" Joe, huffed as he snatched it out of her hand. He glanced down at the lit up screen, and frowned. It was his blind date checking to see if he was ready yet. He racked his free hand through his wet locks. He hated that he agreed to go on this date, but really had no choice because his partner and best friend, Jon, had set it up.

"Something wrong?" Bianca whispered as she was now standing right behind Joe, and on her tiptoes to try and get a glance at the message.

"Ahh, what the fuck?!" Joe raised his voice more than he intended. Bianca was standing so close behind him that he could feel her large breasts on his naked back.

Bianca didn't know what came over her, but she felt an overpowering need to touch his flesh, and she did just that by running her steel metallic colored manicured fingertips over his right shoulder blade. "Why don't you get me that drink and we can discuss why I'm here." Her feistiness overtook her, and she pushed the envelope even further by slapping his firm buttocks. "Vamos (Come on)…Get a move on…I'm thirsty…"

That jolted something in Joe, he swung around, but this time there wasn't irritation in his eyes, it was something else. "You're leaving…Right now!"

Bianca didn't move an inch, and their eyes were deadlocked. "Not until we talk."

Joe didn't back away either, he actually moved in closer. "I should toss you out right now…" Joe was becoming beside himself because she wouldn't move, and he couldn't find the strength to toss her out, he sighed heavily. "Fine, sit your ass right down on that couch and don't move…Understand?"

After a few more sultry stares, Joe finally was able to make his feet move. He was headed for the upstairs. But stopped when Bianca began to speak. "Oh, and don't forget that drink…You said your Mamma taught you manners."

Joe wanted so badly to lay into her, but he knew that would be dangerous territory with their history, which she didn't remember, and that within itself was too painful for Joe to deal with, not tonight of all nights. He decided to protect himself and took the high road and stared at her like a father stares at one of their children who have crossed the line. There wasn't a peep out of Bianca after that. Joe was finally able to go upstairs and change, but not before giving Sadie an order. "Watch her, and make sure she doesn't move."

Bianca waited a few seconds for Joe to be out of sight and she stuck out her tongue. "Jerk…" Bianca was never one to be ordered to not do something, and this time was no different. She stood slowly, and looked at Sadie, who was sitting timidly and just watching. "You are no good as a protector…Look at you, I bet you will let me pet you?"

Bianca took a few more slow steps towards the now very relaxed Sadie, and her instincts were right because she was now petting Sadie, and not just that, Sadie was panting softly and her tail wagged happily. "Awe, such a softie…Maybe I should take you home with me."

Joe quickly dressed by throwing on a pair of jeans and black t-shirt, he quietly stood at the bottom of the staircase, and watched Bianca and Sadie, he then leaned his shoulder on the wall and sighed thinking of the past. "Why are you here? Better question, why tonight of all nights?" These words kept repeating themselves in Joe's head, and his chest felt tight. Today was exactly a year ago that he and Bianca found out they were expecting, but shortly after that the accident happened, that accident Joe replays in his head every single day. He and Bianca were together that night, they were happy and a couple. "If only I let her drive that night instead of me…I would have been the one with the memory loss, fuck this is torture."

Joe was in a trance of some sort, he couldn't believe she was only a few feet away from him, but yet it felt like an ocean between them. He was quickly brought back to reality by yet another chirp of his cell phone. This startled Bianca, and her eyes met with Joe's, and she walked in his direction. "Let me guess, call from the station of a 911 at Dunkin Donuts?"

Before Joe could get a good jab back, he was overcome by her being in his personal space yet again. "Do you mind?"

Bianca this time was able to get a good look at the incoming message, and she could tell it was a female by all of the excessive emoticons. "Horny little bitch you got there."

She tossed her head back in laughter, and a soft raven lock of hair fell across her delicate cheek. Joe couldn't help but remember how that hair had felt against his skin, and a tingle started in his abdomen. "Damn her..." Damn himself for letting her get to him this way.

Bianca suddenly became silent as she was caught off guard by Joe's confusing stare. It made her take notice, and she now found herself tracing every line on his handsome face and down to the exquisite flesh of his neck. A flash or a better way to describe it was some types of imagery flooded her brain. Images of him on top of her on the couch she just got up from...stroking himself right above her... A fire flashed in her eyes as she gazed into the grey abyss of his. She couldn't hide it anymore. She had to know what this was. "Why are you staring? Why are just standing and staring? Answer me?!"

Joe could see she was getting confused, he didn't want to overwhelm her, but he couldn't help himself anymore. She was right here, with him, alone, none of her crew members surrounding her, and especially the main person he blames for all this wasn't there, the man that has weaseled himself into her world and into her bed, Paul Levesque. Without a word, he grabbed her wrist and hurriedly led her upstairs to his bedroom.

Bianca struggled against Joe, struggling to free herself from his grip. She even managed to get two solid punches into his shoulder. Bianca was very fit and always worked out in the gym, Joe always teased she was just as much of a gym rat as himself. "Stop it…Let go asshole…I'll kill you…!"

"Fuck, Coco…No you won't kill me…And, stop with the fucking hitting…Stop…You love me and can't remember, but you will after tonight!" Joe yelled out and flung her to the bed. He slammed his bedroom door shut, and immediately went to the nightstand. He rummaged through, slinging pictures and a small black box in her direction. "Look at them…Look at what Paul doesn't want you to remember…Look at them dammit!"

"You're crazy…!" Bianca tried getting up, but found herself flung right back down to the bed. The fury was building within her, and she lashed out by hopping up quickly and firing off punches to Joe's chest. "I was trying to save your fucking life, but, you know what, I'll just let Paul take you out for me…Bastardo!"

Things had gone too far for Joe tonight, and he wasn't backing down. He scooped Bianca up by her waist, and planted her back first on the bed. "You came here for answers…Didn't you…Didn't you?!"

With Joe now on top of her, there was no getting away from him. Bianca's chest heaved up and down and her cheeks were crimson red from fury. "Yes…Goddammit, I came here for answers!"

Joe was as heated as she was, but he took the small window of opportunity and lessen his grip to her arms, and slowly reached for the scattered pictures on the bed surrounding them. He held up one at a time. Those pictures were of them together, at the beach hanging out, at the gym lifting weights, and them with his best friend, Jon, and his girlfriend Renee. In every photo they were laughing or kissing.

Bianca slowly let her defenses down and studied each photo, it was as if she were having an outer body experience. There was no denying the woman in the photos were of her, but she couldn't remember any of it, but at the same time, it felt like coming home. It was an odd feeling. As her body soften, Joe allowed her to sit up, he lightly removed the single strands from her face, and then wiped away the small teardrops that fell from her cheek. "Coco, baby, that is us…How we were."

"No, no…I can't…" Bianca trailed off softly as she looked into Joe's eyes. And, then she saw it, she saw and felt something very intense, it was truth and something else pulling at her heartstrings.

"Baby, it is us…The night of that accident we were on our way to get married…Jon and Renee, were following us…" Joe stopped for a moment to let her digest his words, he swallowed hard, and then reached for the small black box, and then opened it to reveal an engagement ring. "This is yours…We had just left your Mom at the restaurant, she gave her blessing."

Bianca reached for the box and removed the ring, she held it, and stared at it. A flash of her mother smiling at the restaurant went through her mind. "She was wearing red that night…She whispered to me before I left to be happy baby girl."

"Yes, that's it, baby…" Joe stopped there to let Bianca continue to remember on her own.

Bianca's eyes filled up with tears. "That was also the night she got gunned down…I never saw her again."

Joe pulled her into his arms and rocked her. He wanted to say more, but was afraid to upset her anymore. Not only did Bianca lose her mother that night, she lost their baby. "I know, baby…But, she was happy for us, and she loved you so much."

Bianca held on tightly to Joe's neck, and sobbed. Her whole life was seemingly lost that night. "I should of died that night too…Those gunmen that shot into the car on the highway…Why didn't I die with her, Joe…Why?!"

And there went Joe's blood pressure shooting through the roof. If he would have let her drive, the bullet would have gotten him, and not her. On top of all the loss of that night, he has not found the person or people behind this attack. He has strong suspicions of who it is, but the problem was getting solid proof. It never set right with Joe that five other Mafia/Cartel leaders were killed that night, but one stood tall, Paul Levesque. Sure, Paul, had spewed his theory to the world that he was shot and was lucky, but Joe was not buying this. A shoulder wound was hardly anything life threatening. Joe had to swallow this down to not further upset Bianca, he cupped her face softly to look deeply in her dark eyes. "Don't ever let me hear you say that again, you are special baby…I could have never gone on if you died that night…You hear me?"

Bianca tried pulling away from his embrace, but Joe would not let her face go. "I-I…Shouldn't have come…I'm not her anymore, my life is with-"

Joe kissed her lips ever so softly, and his husky words were a little above a whisper. "He doesn't love you the way I do…He wants more power, and you give him that…He is a cold hearted bastard that only cares about himself…You are vulnerable right now, and he is capitalizing on that…Please open your eyes…"

Bianca was stunned and scared. So many things passing through her brain like bolts of lightning. "We are equals…Paul accepts me as I am…He loves me…"

Joe wasn't going to listen to any more about that asshole Paul, all that mattered was now. The passion was too high, the heat to prominent for either of them to know anything but what their bodies felt like meshed together. This was getting dangerous. Fuck. He was a cop and her now an Organized Crime Boss. Fuck.

It didn't matter in that moment, and Joe captured her crimson lips in his own, the mere taste of her sending him close to the edge. As he laid them down onto the mattress, he began darting his velvet tongue between her hungry lips, she let a finger trail down from his neck to the rippled flesh of his chest. She was rewarded with a deep growl, and the sound forced her hips upward to grind his. "Take me." Bianca moaned into his mouth with so much passion that Joe thought he would go insane if he didn't comply.

They tugged and pulled at one another's clothing until they were stripped naked. Clothing was sprawled along the floor and moans of bliss heard throughout the room. The longing was so intense, as Joe fed on Bianca's large breasts like a man who hasn't eaten in a week. He was rewarded for his animalistic prowess by Bianca arching more and more into his gropes. He parted Bianca's legs with his own, and when he entered her aching warmth she began to shake violently. Jesus, how could he get her to the point of orgasm without even doing anything? She rocked her hips to meet his frenzied thrust. Fuck. Was this even really happening? She could feel him pounding her with the blind fury of a madman. Never had she felt this way. Not even with Paul. Relentlessly he pushed into her, and she had to bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming as her orgasm approached. The taste of blood that her teeth had coaxed to the surface of his skin mixed with his lustful sweat sent her over the edge.

The grip of her teeth and hands clawing at his flesh made Joe's thrust intensify, and he felt as if he was going to explode from the inside out. Never had he felt such raw emotions when he had been with anyone. The gripping of her sugar walls around his manhood drove him to madness, and he was relieved to feel the pressure inside of him release. "Oh god, Coco. How do you do this to me?!" Joe's voice was caught in the same whirlwind his body was. Passion. Longing. Desire. Release. Confusion. Bianca couldn't find the words to answer him, she was too trapped in the animalistic fury that raged between their sweat covered bodies. She felt his seed fill her and was pushed over again, her walls milking his manhood until he had nothing left to give. God damn she felt good wrapped around him, he missed this too much.

As their moistened bodies lay intertwined together, Joe struggling for breath, whispered in her ear. "I love you, Coco…"

Bianca couldn't say anything, she was torn, but it was evident that her heart was aching to reciprocate those words, but her mind wouldn't let her as she thought of Paul. She held Joe tightly, and instead placed feathery kisses to his neck.

Some hours later…

Bianca opened her weary eyes, and smiled within Joe's embrace. They had made love two more times during their time together. She didn't know what time it was now, but she knew she had stayed too long. The room was still fairly dark, and Joe was still asleep. All that went through her mind was what just happened, and who she is right now. She was deep into this crime life, and Joe was cop. It was too late to changes either of those things. She lightly kissed Joe's forearm, and then shimmed her body from his. As she stood naked, looking at Joe peacefully asleep, she smiled weakly. There was no time to think anymore, she needed to do the right thing for him.

She quietly gathered up her scattered clothing from the floor, and got dressed to go downstairs. She tiptoed down the stairs, and saw Sadie fast asleep as well. She was grateful that Sadie liked her because gathering up the duffle bag from the couch was easy as taking candy from a baby.

She knew leaving this money alone would not be enough to stop Joe, so she searched through the desk and found pen and paper, and then she began to write a note.

Joe,

I know you will hate me tomorrow morning, but maybe that is for the best. I didn't come here to hurt you, I came here to warn you. Please take the contents within this bag and retire. Go to Hawaii, and take your buddy, Jon. I wish I could remember everything that you do, but…

Thank you for last night, and please let me go for your own good…I'm no good…I'm broken, and you deserve better than that…

Always,

Coco

Wiping tears from her eyes, she kissed the letter before going back upstairs and leaving it on the bed. She looked over her shoulder and took one final look at Joe as he slept, he looked perfect and content, and that made it even clearer that she made the right decision. There was two million dollars in that bag, and she hoped with everything inside of her that Joe would just go live his life, a happy life without her drama.

Villa Magnolia…The home of Paul Levesque and Bianca….

Bianca pulled into the 13,000 square foot estate shared by herself and Paul, it was five in the morning now, and she didn't know what to expect from her new fiancé. "Just get out and go inside, sitting here is not going to make it any easier."

With those thoughts rattling through her head, she killed the engine and stepped out of the car. Ironically, her vehicle was sitting right next to its twin. It was Paul's black/gold Lamborghini, he purchased the two vehicles to celebrate their union as business partners. Guilt coursed through her veins as she thought of all the times her and Paul have raced one another in these two vehicles. She loved the rush of the open road and both her and Paul revving these vehicles to over a hundred miles per hour. She refused to believe Joe about his warning of Paul, because he has never crossed her, in fact it was the opposite. While she was recovering from the accident, Paul, stuck by her side making sure only the best specialists handled her case, he even went as far as insisting the new drug developed in Switzerland was provided to her. This new drug lessened her headaches, and helped her to focus on her new task of being "La Reina del Atlántico".

She slowly walked inside of the lavish living room that showed off exquisite views of Biscayne Bay, she didn't get far as Paul stepped inside of the sunken living room through the double doors from the patio, but he said nothing. Bianca could not read what he was thinking, his face was expressionless.

"Baby?" Bianca said above a whisper as she slowly approached Paul, who was fully dressed in a pair of black slacks and matching black silk shirt. His blonde hair was slicked back, and flowed down over his shoulders. Even though Paul was fifteen years her senior, he looked of a young man. He was extremely built and very handsomely distinguished.

Paul pulled her into him, with her back against his hard chest. His left hand snaked around her waist, and his right hand lightly pressed to her neck. He moved it slightly to the side, and roughly kissed her pulsating flesh. Bianca flinched slightly, but settled as he kissed the flesh once more, almost bringing it to a bruise. "Handle all your business?" Paul huskily whispered into her ear, but the tone had a slight bit of eeriness to it.

She wanted to get away from him before he smelled Joe's scent, but her efforts were denied as Paul held her tighter. "y-yesss…."

Paul was no fool, he knew exactly where she had come from, hell he had encouraged her to do it. Paul was aware of her dreams, and figured the best course of action was for her to get them out of her system once and for all, because nothing was going to get in the way of her being his. The drug he insisted on her taking was going to be increased, and with that, her memory would never come back. He and Bianca stood to be the most powerful force the underworld has ever seen, and there was no way in hell he would let Joe screw that up. He breathed a little heavier, and kissed her neck again, but this time he held her head and twirled it slightly to make her look at their home, to make her see, make her realize what they had.

Bianca relaxed her neck and viewed all the home had to offer, it was stunning, with all Onyx countertops, Alteas marble,Swarovski crystal chandeliers, and 20ft high ceilings with coffered marble Spa-like his and her bathrooms, giant boutique style his and her closets. All of it went through her mind and she knew Paul was trying to secretly say what he has done for her, for them. Paul smirked as he felt her body relax. "Good, then this business is settled, we never discuss it again…Ever."

Bianca nodded and attempted to move, she was happily surprised Paul's grip was gone and now replaced with a kiss to the back of her head. She took the opportunity to step away. "Have you slept?"

"No, I had business to take care of…" Paul stated as he went to the wet bar and poured himself a straight Vodka. "Why don't you shower, and I'll join you in minute…I'll help you forget about your business meeting."

Bianca wasted little time heading up the long staircase to their master suite. She immediately began to undress and went straight into the marble custom made shower. As the warm water jetted over her body, she slowly slid to the tile flooring and held her knees to her chest. She couldn't stop thinking about what had happened between her and Joe, and she couldn't stop the feeling of guilt of hurting a man she also loved. "Fuck, what am I going to do?"

The End…Or is it?

Thank you all for reading, this was my try at a true one shot, but if you all feel differently and want to know if Joe will get his lady or if Paul will have something to say about it, I will only know by your feedback, in other words, I will know by reviews/follows/favorites….Truly, guys that is the only way any writers knows if their work is something that interests you or not. I hate to come off as begging, but seriously, a one liner is all it takes to show interest, so if you are, let me know…xoxoxo