Okay so here is the story of how Alex landed herself in prison, prior to the fan fic 'See You Lie to Me'. Hope you all like it, and many thanks to everyone who is following my stories! Don't be shy, feel free to leave a review, positive or negative! Any suggestions or information on how to improve my work is much appreciated.
X0X0 Shay
Alex Vause had learned a lot from Fahri. Many situations had been placed in her hands to deal with, almost as if Fahri and Kubra had gotten a kick out seeing what she would do next. It was as if she was an experiment to the two, but she never complained about the jobs she was given and gladly did exactly what she knew they wanted her to do. She had not complained; up until they gave her a job that involved a fair amount of violence she was not that comfortable with.
They had definitely paid a fair amount for the work, and she managed to pull off the operation successfully, her victim paying with an inch of his life. She had cringed every single time she heard a blow to his body; every single crack of the bone, feeling every single drop of blood shed onto the floor. By the time she had finished the job, her knuckles had been cracked open; raw and bloodied.
Reasons for this man's fate was not specified to Vause, she wasn't going to ask if not told about it to begin with, and left the man bleeding, limp on the floor. As she climbed into the driver's seat of her car, her cell started to ring.
"Yeah," she answered bluntly, starting to feel the exhaustion of her prior actions creep up on her nerves.
"Is it done?" a voice asked on the other end. It was Kubra this time around.
Alex looked out the side of the car window at the old abandoned warehouse she left the beaten man in and spoke a confirmation.
"You better get an ambulance here in a few minutes, Kubra. I left him in a bad state," she explained, cringing away from the warehouse.
"That is precisely what was supposed to happen, Vause. Why would we bother to help a man who's betrayed us?" he asked, with a tone of amusement.
"Dammit, Kubra, I'm not going to responsible for this man's death. Beat him to a pulp so he'll learn his lesson? Sure, but there is no way in hell I'm going down because I beat him to fucking death!" Alex exclaimed, reeling in her impatience. She just wanted this conversation to end. No, she wanted this entire night to end, already.
There was a pause on the other end, "Consider it done. A few more jobs in store for you." Kubra and Alex had come to a compromise three months ago, that if she worked some difficult and risky jobs for him, he would release her from his organisation. That is if she managed to survive through those difficult jobs.
After she left, and after the terrible year in rehab for two near fatal overdoses, the unbreakable Alex Vause had realized she was not as immortal as she truly thought she was in her younger years. At first, she had thought Kubra would not allow it, thinking that death was the one and only option in order to be free. Truthfully, she almost considered this acceptable too. Just before she was ready to hand in everything to Kubra and request to resign, she remembered Piper's face. Clearer than it had been in a long time. She had fought the fear away and started to hope again. Hope for a better life as she humbly asked Kubra to let her go.
Kubra was definitely not happy about the idea of losing one of his best, if not his absolute best importer, but he and Alex had been friends for years before. He took pity on her and came up with a compromise.
"Good job, Alex. I knew you could handle it. Until next time. Fahri will call you in a few days with information about the next job," Kubra said, and Alex heard the click as he hung up the phone, abruptly ending the conversation.
Alex glanced through the window of the car, one last time before turning the key and starting the ignition. Pulling away from the spot she parked, she started to drive to her favourite bar.
. . .
A few hours after she had arrived at the bar she was already starting to feel tipsy. She immediately made her move to the bathroom to clean up her knuckles as best she could, when she arrived, and settled into a booth in a far corner near the back to drink alone.
She watched the bar silently as she drank back her beer. She tended to do that often since Piper abruptly left her; people-watch. She also found out that watching people for a certain period of time worked to her advantage when recruiting her mules. No mules were needed that night, and Alex had hoped not ever, soon enough. But the habit was hard to break.
She spotted a woman sitting a few booths away from hers, chatting on her phone and drinking back margaritas. Margaritas. Those had been the drinks Piper had the first night they met. Instead of letting the sorrow swallow her that night, she shook away every thought of Piper Chapman, for a countless time, got up out of her booth and finished her beer. She slowly reached into her pocket, standing near the booth for a moment, pretending to look occupied with it, knowing that the girl sitting near drinking margaritas, had spotted her. She started to walk past the booth, attention now on the floor as she purposely dropped her phone on the floor by the girl's booth.
"Oh wait!" the girl exclaimed. Still fuckin works. Every time.
Alex stopped in her tracks, looking the girl up and down, "You dropped your phone."
The girl seemed timid and shy, as she handed Alex her phone, Alex's hand caressing over her hand a little longer than necessary as she took the phone from the girl.
"Thanks, doll. I'm Alex," she introduced herself, holding her hand out to her.
"Laura," the girl spoke, her face turning a different color of pink, as she took Alex's hand and shook it.
"Do you mind if I sit with you for a while? I'm waiting up for a girlfriend, but she seems to be running quite late," she lied, plopping herself next to the girl before she could approve or disapprove. "So how is your night going, gorgeous?"
Laura blushed even redder, and stuttered, "G-good, thanks."
The night had gone by fairly well, in the company of Laura, and Alex lightly touched her arms whenever appropriate. She went out of her way to describe everything in bright detail, and by their fourth or fifth drink, Laura looked at her with absolute admiration and her shy side had faded away.
Alex leaned into Laura's ear and whispered, grazing her ear lightly with her lips, making the girl gasp, "Do you wanna get outta here?"
Alex brought her lips to her pulse point and lightly planted a kiss on Laura's neck, making her squirm in her seat. They abruptly gathered their things and left the bar.
As Alex and Laura made their way out of the bar, Alex spotted a man leaning against her car puffing away on a cigarette. The man was dressed in a handsome attire; suit, as if he had just finished a long night with important people.
"Wait here a sec, Laura, I'll be right back," she said, letting go of her hand, swiftly walking towards the car.
As she approached the man, he did not move an inch.
"Can I help you?" Alex asked, "You do know, people don't particularly appreciate it when you lean against their property, much like you're doing now, on my car."
The man threw his cigarette butt on the ground, squishing it with his shoe, "You're Alex Vause?"
Alex paused for a moment as she tried thinking back on where she might have seen this mysterious man before, but could not remember.
"Yeah, and who are you?" she asked.
The man grabbed her arm and swung her around, "Alex Vause, you're under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can, and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney present at questioning. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand these rights as I have read them to you?"
She stared straight ahead of her, in shock as the man put handcuffs around her wrists, and responded to his obvious question, "Yes."
Fuck, I am so screwed; she thought to herself as the man walked her to his car, placed his hand on the top of her head and pushed her down into the back seat of his cruiser. She did not know which situation she was being arrested for; the fact she nearly beat a man to death that night or the fact she had been involved with a drug dealing business for a decade.
Kicking the driver's seat in front of her, she cursed under her breath. "Fuck!"
