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"I'm good at moving large amounts of Heroin. Like really fucking brilliant at it." –Alex Vause

Alex glanced sideways over at Piper as she drove, her eyes skimming Piper's beautiful body. Piper flushed, feeling Alex's eyes skim over her as she ran a anxious hand through her hair,

"Like what you see?" she flirted, grinning momentarily. Alex snickered in her maniacal way and looked to Piper.

"Always." She chuckled, returning her eyes to the road. Her face fell as they approached the two-story house that belonged to Matt. The blue paint fading somewhat, the yard green with grass. Two Rottweiler dogs sat, chained in the front yard, protecting his house from intruders… or police.

"This is it." Alex pronounced, getting out swiftly. She walked promptly to the other side of the car, opening the door for Piper as she reached in, grasping her hand to pull her up. Their lips met temporarily, Alex's way of expressing her appreciation, before turning towards the house.

Alex held Piper's hand resolutely in her own, her heart beat racing. She loathed the confrontation with the mules; especially one's involving her packages of Heroin. Alex hammered on the door, waiting impatiently, her foot drumming against the ground. Matt appeared at the door, opening it with a minor look of shock on his face.

"Vause… what are you doing here?" he questioned, feigning innocence but Alex saw right through his charade.

"Cut the crap, Matt. I have 20 pounds of Heroin that disappeared on a delivery. YOUR delivery." She snarled, crossing her arms. Piper fidgeted her thumbs uncomfortably, stopping only with a brief nudge from Alex, her way of telling Piper to relax.

"And you think that's my problem? What if the pick up misplaced it and is playing you out for more?" he inquired. Alex scoffed. Newbies. Alex strode forward, her body close to his.

"Do you think a pick up I have operated with for four years would pull some shit like that? Are you a fucking idiot? You desire money, you gotta pull your weight and that doesn't mean embezzling from our distributions." She indicated, her voice low and foreboding. Matt stepped back, running a hand through his hair uneasily.

"I mean it, Alex. I don't have your damn heroin." He protested, but his eyes flicking back and forth gave him away.

"You're not fooling anyone. Just give her, her fucking heroin. God you're an idiot!" Piper spouted, arms crossed, frustrated. Alex smirked, playing her tongue across her top lip. Matt eyed her questioningly to which she responded with a shrugged.

"I'd listen to the girl if I was you." She remarked, raising an eyebrow. Matt's eyes flickered to the end of the street where a cop car sat, monitoring the activity.

"You truly want to take it now?" he asked, eyeing her up and down. Piper locked her jaw, possessive of Alex. Matt reached out and drew Alex towards him. "I'll ship it out for you tomorrow… but you gotta do me a favor." He remarked, one hand lifting her chin. Alex shot him a look of revulsion.

"Lesbian remember? I don't crave what you have to offer." She scowled in response, attempting to back away. Matt shrugged, indifferent until Piper stepped forward.

"Get. Your. Fucking. Hands. Off. Her." She growled, glaring at him "Or you will regret it" Matt detached his hands, holding them above his head in mock surrender, but that wasn't sufficient enough for her. "Now give us the goddamn shipment!" she shouted, hyper aware of the cop close by. She just wanted to get out of here, to go home and embrace her drug dealer girlfriend.

"Alright alright. Damn Vause, call off your guard dog." He complained, catching Alex's eyes. Alex shrugged, as Matt turned to retrieve the boxes from his basement. Alex's eyes once again drifted across Piper, Piper smirked at her, holding her head high.

"Nice job, babe." She pronounced, reaching for Piper. Piper melted under her touch, her heart fluttering and her strength dissipating beneath Alex's stunning gaze. Matt returned seconds later with the package. All 20 pounds of it. He glimpsed sideways at the cop and trudged out towards the vehicle. Piper opened the door, her hand trembling nervously. She quickly pulled it behind her back, casting minute glances at the cop who appeared ignorant to the exchange that was transpiring before him.

Alex took Piper's trembling hand in hers, tracing her finger across her palm. Piper settled faintly but irritation flittered through her. She didn't anticipate transporting 20 pound of heroin back home, and she was abruptly relieved that the house was 10 minutes away and not an hour like a lot of Alex's runs were. Runs she refused to accompany Alex on.

"Don't anticipate having anymore drop offs from me. You fucked up." She pronounced turning from him and opening the door for Piper. Piper descended into the seat, glancing up at Alex though Alex was oblivious as she turned and shut the door.

"Alex, I'm sorry…" Matt started to plea, clearly not welcoming the thought of losing his drugs. Alex scoffed, rolling her eyes at him.

"You don't get it do you? That is cash. That is 100,000 dollars or more. Maybe, MAYBE I would have overlooked an ounce or so but that… that is a major amount." She reprimanded and turned from him, not permitting him to speak any more as she ascended into the car. "Farewell, Matt."

Piper turned to her, Annoyance boiling deep inside. "Alex, what the fuck are we doing…" she remarked glancing at the package. Alex shrugged, pulling her in to kiss her before she started the car.

"Business Pipes, I told you, I've got to keep my business under control." She remarked. Piper shook her head turning away.

"Alright. Can we just get home?" she asked frustrated. Alex sighed and turned back towards the road. Nodding.