Finnegan slowed her pace to a stop as she walked within four feet of her client. When dealing with nervous and apprehensive natured client, she liked to keep a distance in case their nature became to much from them. They were often unpredictable, erratic and sometimes violent.

But that was just the nature of the business.

"AJ?" she asked taking off her aviator's and slipping them into her coat. The client had only given her the basic information, and all that really included was his first name or at least what he wanted her to think was his first name, location, time and date of meeting. And he changed ninety-five percent of that as he went along, apparently. Finnegan returned the once over he was giving her. She suppose she should be used to the way clients looked at her, but it still did at times, grate over her nerves.

"That would be me." he said as he pushed his body off the hood of the car. He lifted his hat up a bit, to clear his line of vision more. " But you don't look like a Finn O'Malley."

"I am Finn O'Malley, just as Uncle Riagan promised. What, you thought I was a man? Let's get this one straight right out of the gate. I may be indeed female, but that does not hinder the way I perform my job, does it? I'm just not what you expected, but what you need to remember is this. I'm a professional, and that AJ is all that matters."

"You look kinda young to be doing this kind of business, sweetheart." AJ walked towards her with that slow, sly swagger that sent every red bell in her head off.

"Funny I was about to say the same thing about you, sweetheart." Finnegan let the sarcasm drip of the last word. She hated when men called her cute little endearments. It meant they didn't respected her and wouldn't be treating her like her male counterparts. She pulled her god damn weight in the business." Let's cut the bullshit here, little boy and get to business or do you need clearance from someone a little older?"

"Well, aren't you a feisty little thing?" AJ smiled, he liked a woman who had a quick mouth and a pretty face. And boy, was she pretty. She was about a head shorter then him, he figured despite the high heeled boots she wore, slim figure with those voluptuous hips that always led to a great ass. Long dark brown hair, a wide heart shaped face with plump lips and a sneaky smile.

" You have no idea." Finn replied, cocking a hip. "Now are we going to be doing business or are you just wasting my fuckin time?"

"Oh we'll do business but not here." AJ said with a smirk and a cheeky look across his face. He cast a glance back at his baby; the only woman in his life, his Porsche. " Get in the car."

"You are out of your ever lovin mind, if you think I am getting into that car with you."

"Then we don't do business." stated AJ as he turned around and headed back to the car, lighting up a cigarette as he walked. He took a drag, exhaled and paused in his step. He hoped when he called her bluff, she wouldn't walk. He needed what she had, a name that would provide more information for the job that they were pulling a month.

G would have his head on platter if he didn't come through with this. His original contact had fallen through in a suspicious nature. The Irish Mob were new comers to LA, and were making some pretty big moves of the last year and half. The little to mid level criminals that AJ was used to dealing with had all by dried up the last six months.

AJ had to wonder if they were waiting for the fallout between the Mob organizations or the Irish Mob had taken them out to clear way for their own enterprises. Hence why he had changed so many details with the exchange. He didn't like only having one option to get information on the down low, and getting involved even in the smallest bit with the Irish Mob wasn't in his agenda.

Whatever the case was, he was playing a dangerous game. Their next heist hinged on the information this pretty little bit of girl had. And if she walked, then he was up shits creak with out a damn paddle. And there went the last seven months worth of work with him.

Finnegan almost choked on her own spit as she stared at his retreating back. She never had a client walk away from her. She's had them search her for wires or weapons, pull a gun on her and once she was put in a trunk as a hostage.

That client ended up choking on his own walnut size balls when she was done with him.

This was not happening right now. Finnegan had a spa appointment, that she could not bump back in thirty minutes and the rest of her supposedly relaxing day ahead of her. She was not going to call Uncle Riagan and tell him she just let ten thousand dollars slip through her fingers.

Finnegan bit her lip in frustration. This man was seriously going to make her fuck up her manicure when she knocked him the fuck out for dragging out what is a simple exchange into something complicated and fuckin messy.

Was no one professional these days? She thought as she racked her mind on what to do.

There was no need for a car ride exchange, like there wasn't a need for three location changes. He hands her an envelope full of bills and she gives him a little junk drive full of information he requested from Uncle Riagan.

Simple. Apparently fucking not. Finnegan silently fumed.

"I drive." she stated, in a no bullshit tone.

"Excuse me?" AJ turned around to look at her. Girl had balls, he had to give that to her. " I don't think I heard you right, sweetheart."

"I drive or you get your information somewhere else, sweetheart." Finn raised an eyebrow as she reached into her coat jacket and pulled out her sunglasses. She put them back on her face, it was a sunny day outside despite the earlier rain, she would need them if she was driving.

AJ laughed and reached into the pocket of his jacket. He pulled out the keys and held it out to her. She took a step forward towards to collect the keys from him. When her hand touched the metal ring of the keys, he wrapped his hand around hers and pulled her towards him.

Finnegan frowned, and dragged her feet as she felt her body being pulled toward AJ. She glared at him through her sunglasses. Personal contact was not allowed during meetings. To easy to get a knife in the ribs and left in deserted ally to die.

AJ clamped the smoke down between his lips and moved his hands moved down her body, searching for a weapon. She wore no wire and concealed no weapon. He ripped her purse off her shoulder and pulled the purse open.

Finnegan, snarled in protest and tried to snatch the bag back but both of her hands were lightly smacked aside by AJ. He found no gun, knife or any other kind of weapon. Just a can of pepper spray, several tubes of lipstick, a black berry, various hair elastics, tampons, a Prada wallet and a thick, small memo notebook that looked like it had seen better days.

Her uncle must be one stupid fuck to send this gorgeous of a woman to meet a fuckin criminal with no weapon.

Fuckin Irish mob, AJ thought.

"Your clean." He announced looking at her with suspicion.

"Gee, thanks for that." Finnegan rolled her eyes, she was getting impatient. " You stated the first, second and third time you reschedule this meeting that I was to come; alone, unarmed and at the correct time. I do believe, this would be the correct time, and I am alone and unarmed. I thought not wearing a wire was just a professional courtesy I would throw in for you. Can I have my fuckin bag back?"

AJ took one drag of his smoke, inhaled then exhaled , blowing the smoke away from her face then flicked the smoke away from him. He handed her purse back to her, which she promptly snatched back and returned to her shoulder. He grabbed her one arm to hold her in place as he used his free hand to push up her sunglasses onto her head and smiled at her. She had the prettiest green eyes he had ever seen.

" Can you drive stick?"

"Better then you can work your own stick." Finnegan gave him a wicked smirk, and tugged on the keys hard that he still held in the hand that had a hold of her arm . She felt his muscles pull, and gave an inward groan. He had muscles under that lanky build. Finnegan liked a man with muscles.

" I'd rather you worked it sweetheart." AJ flashed her his own version of a wicked smirk and leaned down into her personal space.

He felt a sharp point in the area of his stick and looked down to where he felt the pricking pain. There, tapping against his inner leg was a three inch blade. Too damn close to his dick for his likening.

How the fuck did he miss that?

The knife was hair thin, and AJ wasn't the first client to miss that in their inspection of her personal being. Finnegan was no shrinking violet. She was just as deadly as her siblings, if not more. After all, she was raised by her Aunt since she the age of five.

"Don't ever touch me again, with out permission." Finnegan leaned in and whispered into AJ's ear as she yanked the keys out of his grasp. And moved around him to the driver's side of the car. Her wrist knife slipped back into the sleeve of her jacket where it was hidden.

"You said you didn't have anything on you." AJ raised an eyebrow at where the knife had touched him. He was rather sensitive about that bit.

"Your not the only one suspicious." Finnegan chuckled at AJ stupidity." What, you think you changing everything about this meeting made me feel warm and filled with confidence on the was nothing wrong with the orignal location for this exchange."

"It was public."

"Which if you had any sense in your head, you would realize that fact protects you and me both." Finnegan shot back at him, as she stopped before the car but didn't get it. " What the hell do you think looks like?"

"A meeting between to concenting adults before a afternoon full of rated R like things." AJ told her, watching as her eyes went wide at his words." Or maybe I'm a business man, meeting his regular girl for lunch quickie."

Finnegan had to hold herself back from slapping the taste out of his mouth. She had never had a client bring up such heated emotions "Did you just call me a prostitute?"

"I believe, I merely hinted at what this meeting could be conceived as to other people." AJ told her moving towards her, causing her to retreat back against his Porsche. " But if you liked to do any of those rated R like things, I wouldn't be put out."

"Look, I think we are getting off topic here. I'm here to do business, not get hit on. You play nice with me and I'll play nice with you. And by the way, you seriously need to brush up on your body searching skills. You really suck at it." With that, Finnegan turned and gripped the door handle. She opened the car door, and slipped inside to the black leather seats. She only gave herself a moment to marvel and appreciate the inside of his car before forcing her self back to the task at hand.

Get through this meeting, without killing this client.

"Oh, I think I like you." AJ moved around the car and got in as Finnegan started it. She had returned her sunglasses to her face, shielding her green eyes from his view. He didn't bother to click in his seat belt. He wasn't planning on going that far. He just needed to make sure that she was indeed alone, and give himself on ground coverage from John and Jess. She reversed and headed out of the parking garage following the exit signs.

"I bet you do." Finnegan shifted, and followed the curves of the exit and as the sunlight broke over the hood of the Porsche, Finn rocketed out of the underground parking garage. She merged with traffic and began to pass people.

"Whoa!" AJ yelled as Finnegan brushed up against another car when she switched lanes. "What the fuck are you doing! Watch the car! Not that car, the other car!"

"No need to get excited, there sweetheart." laughed Finnegan as she made a right then a left. "Just makin sure that pretty white boy in that Range Rover gets a little lost."

He should have figured she would spot John after the knife incident. Clearly, there was more to this woman then a sexy figured, smart mouth and a pretty face. Since she didn't say anything about Jesse, he figured he would keep that tid bit for himself.

AJ braced him self against the dashboard as the car made a sharp left, and the moved into the other lane. He could see John driving G's Range Rover falling behind in the distance. He wasn't sure if it was because John wanted to remain inconspicuous or he simply couldn't follow her. Jesse, however rode a few cars back on his red motorcycle, blending with the mid morning traffic.

"Do you even know where you are going?"

"Actually, I do. I don't know where you planned on doing this exchange but " replied Finnegan as she did another quick lane change and took the on ramp onto the freeway. She needed to make it across town to make her appointment, and it never hurt to be on the safe side when loosing a tail. " due to your over suspicious nature my day is all kinds of fucked up. So we are going to go to my spa. I have treatments, I seriously can not be late for. And you little power play back there, best not make me late for them."

"So your one of those girls, huh?"

"I'm whatever girl I want to be, when I want to be." Finnegan down shifted and hit the gas. The car surged forward and she couldn't help but smile with satisfaction at the hum of power beneath her. She took her hand off the shifter and reached into her jacket pocket. She pulled out an thin, long pink stick and rested in on the curve that her legs made together. "Lets talk business. You got what I want?"

"Sweetheart, I got lots of things you want." AJ flashed her that wicked smirk again. Just a hint of teeth, a little bit crooked and then there was the dimples, that made her want to give him a genuine smile back.

"Are you a ginger tea, a good book and foot rub? No, maybe a hot stone massage, followed up with a cleansing facial? " asked Finnegan raising an eye brow as she turned to look at him. " I didn't think so. You got the bills, then we can play. If not, then you just wasted my time and cost me what should have been a relaxing day off."

"I got the bills. You got the information?" AJ leaned over the shifter and got into her personal space as one could without actually touching her. He definitely remembered how quick the knife came out.

AJ, was many things. And one of them was not stupid. He did not want to end up on the business end of that thing any time soon.

"Let's see what you got." Finn switched lanes and moved around the traffic, saw her exit and headed off the freeway. " Time to put all your cards on the table, sweetheart."

AJ reached into his jacket and pulled out a wad of bills, folded in half and tied with an elastic band. It was the agree upon price as previously discussed with her uncle. He slipped the bills into her coat pocket, and with another fluid motion took the little pink information stick from between her legs and give her a leg a friendly rub.

"I don't know if your just plain stupid or if you don't think I won't leave you in ribbons and bleeding in your own car. "

"Oh, I think you like me." AJ said as he stuck the stick into his pocket. " I think you like me more then you want to admit to yourself, sweetheart."

"I'm surprised you can even fit that big head in your car, with all that self important attitude you got jammed up in there." Finnegan guided the car along the residential streets with ease. She merged into another lane and then made a right. She could see the houses turn into business that line the sides the streets. They were the upscale, for the higher end clientele that had money spare and to burn.

"You'd be surprised where I can fit my big head. In some very small, tight holes."

"First off, your not very professional." Finnegan told him, casting him a look as she drove through a yellow stop light." Second, what I'm sure is a very big, well skill dick isn't getting in any of my tight holes."

"Let's cut the shit, sweetheart." AJ tossed her a look that was somewhere in between sexy and hard. He reached across the car, and tugged her sunglasses off her face. " If you didn't want me, you wouldn't have eye fucked me for the first five minutes of meeting me. Baby, you just about got me hard under that stare of yours. So don't act like you weren't thinking of being under me, legs over my shoulders, getting the best pounding of your life."

"Does that mouth actually get your laid?" Finnegan bit off, casting AJ a glare. This man was bringing out the worse in her right now. She turned her signal on and turned into a parking lot for several buildings that housed a combination of businesses and offices. She drove into a parking spot and put the car into park before turning to him. " Trust me, that vulgar thought of yours, wasn't near what I was thinking in the first five minutes of meeting you AJ. Check yourself, before I give you a not so happy ending."

AJ chucked at her play on words, and for a moment enjoyed the thought of her plump lips wrapped around the head of his cock. Fuck, he bet she was good at sucking a man off.

Finnegan ignored him for a moment and dug around her purse, which she had place on the shifter when entering the car. She pulled out her memo notebook, laid it on her lap and undid the clasp. She pulled out two manila envelopes from the notebook, and reached into her jacket pocket to where he had put his wad of cash.

"Just a little professional tid-bit for you AJ." Finnegan undid the elastic around the money, did a quick count in her head of the bills as she thumbed through them, dividing them into equal amounts of five thousand. She stuffed them into their separate envelops and then tucked them into her jacket." Next time, if there actually is a next time and I really hope there isn't. Put the money in a envelope. It so much classier then this gangster way carrying it."

Normally, both parties usual dealt with untraceable bank transfers, much safer for everyone involved but due to such a small sum it was all cash to hand.

"You're a real case aren't you." AJ laughed, looking at her frowning face. He didn't think she could have gotten more sexy, but when that pretty face got mad, damn she made him a loss for words.

Finnegan, closed the notebook and returned it to her purse. She shoved her arm through the straps and brought the purse up to her shoulder. She shut the car off and took the keys out. " Your one to talk. Return my sunglasses, please."

"Keys first."

"What are we in, third grade?" Finnegan glared at him. She tried not to notice the twinkle of mischief in his eyes, or the way his shoulders looked. For the first time, she noticed the way he smelt. He wasn't over powered with some cheap after shave, but a combination of his scent and what she thought was sandalwood and pine soap. : What's next, you going to pull my hair?"

"See, I knew under that professional exterior you had a kinky side. " AJ reached over to the other side of the car, and tried to catch a hold of her pony tail. " If you want me to pull your hair when we have sex, just say the word sweetheart."

"Keep the fuckin glasses." snapped Finnegan as she opened the door and practically jumped out of the car. She slammed the door behind her before she started to walk across the parking lot. She still had his keys in her hand and could hear him walking after her. She cocked her arm back, and heaved the keys over four cars, and she was fairly certain that she heard them hit a drainage grate. " I would say this has been a pleasure, but I seriously doubt anything with you involved would be a pleasure."

AJ was torn between follow the woman or going after his keys. They had better not have fallen down a fuckin grate or he was going to loose his shit. He abandon waking after Finnegan, to look for his keys. He would let her think she got the last word in. He had a feeling he would be seeing her again.

After all, where would he get his information now that all the sources had dried up?