A/N #1: I've been seriously underwhelmed by the lack of any kind of response from the last two chapters :-( I have to say it completely killed my motivation to keep writing especially since I've been apprehensive about how this chapter in particular will be received. Today however I was able to find some motivation, but I am a very insecure person and I unfortunately need the feedback for validation :-(

A/N #2: Things are going to start to escalate in the next couple of chapters. I've been both excited and apprehensive about writing this part of the story since I began it. I myself have (am) struggled with a meth addiction and a lot of Quinn's emotions and coping mechanisms in relation to her addiction is drawn from my own experiences. It is important to know that Quinn is emotionally unstable and feels no fear or care for her own safety. Enough of my prattling, on with the story! Don't feel shy to drop me a review :-D

Chapter Ten,

Quinn waits impatiently to get picked up by the guy Puck sent to grab her. Twenty minutes pass before a beat up sedan to pull up in front of her to take her to Puck. The driver introduces himself but Quinn honestly couldn't give a fuck who he was at this particular time.

Twenty five minutes later they pull into the parking lot of Quinn's warehouse. Although the place was run down and needed a lot of work, it was isolated and had a large perimeter fence that made the place perfect for what Quinn had in mind.

Puck greets her out the front and without a word he solemnly leads her into the warehouse. The inside of the warehouse is completely barren except for a hooded figure tied to a chair flanked by two of Pucks boys.

"Turns out that chick did set Santana up. She rolled over straight away, didn't take us long to track this guy down" Puck explains as they approach the bound man. "He's a gun for hire, amatuar, real cheap, kind of insulting really".

"He say anything?" Quinn inquires.

"We didn't give him a chance, bound and gagged him as soon as we picked him up. We worked him over a little bit, nothing too serious, just enough to show him where not fucking around".

"Good" Quinn says shortly. "Did you get what I asked?".

Puck looks none too impressed at the question but nods in the affirmative.

"Look, I understand why we gotta do this but isn't this taking it too far?"

Quinn ignores completely ignores Puck's concern and moves to pull the hood covering the man's face. He's not a good looking man, his face weathered by years of use of obviously poor quality drugs, he's left eye is swollen and he has a trail of dried blood down his face from where Puck's 'workover' split his cheek.

Quinn removes the rag gag from around his mouth as his eyes look up at Quinn in fear.

"What do you want?" he sputters out as soon as his mouth is free.

With a motion to the man standing to her right, he brings down his fist hard on the man's face, splitting his lip.

"I'll be asking the questions" Quinn says coldly, looking down at the man with cold indifference, taking the second seat across from him and leaning in close.

"Let's start with who sent you"

The man responds by spitting blood on Quinn's face. Puck hands her a clean rag to wipe her face as the man to his left punches him to the stomach and the man to his right his face. Quinn motions for the men to stop their assault as she finishes wiping the blood and spit from her face.

"That wasn't very nice" Quinn says, her voice betraying no emotion as she whispers to Puck while she hands back the rag.

Puck sighs and walks over to the other side of the warehouse returning a minute later pushing a small table on wheels. When the table is between Quinn and her victim she returns her attention back to him.

The man eyes the contents on the table in horror. It contains a drill, a pair of pliers and a rusty blade.

"As cliche as it sounds we can do this the easy way, or the hard way" she tells him absently fingering the drill.

"No matter what you do to me, I guarantee they'll do worse"

Quinn laughs, a cold humourless laugh. "You're assuming your going to be leaving here alive".

She picks up the drill and presses the trigger, causing the drill to start it's high speed rotations.

"You're going to tell me what I need to know. So I ask again who sent you". She tells him again putting the drill back on the table. She sighs after he fails to respond.

"I really didn't want to have to do this".

This time she picks up the pliers and without prompting the man to his left pulls his head back by his hair and attempts to open his mouth by grabbing his chin. The man struggles but is overpowered, however he manages to keep his mouth closed. Quinn grabs his nose and it isn't long before he opens his mouth to take a breath and Quinn wastes no time and grabs one of his front teeth with the pliers.

The man struggles desperately against his bindings as Quinn slowly pulls his tooth from the roots. A scream leaves his body as the tooth is pulled from his gums, followed by a stream of blood. His head lolls forward as the grip on his head is released and he begins sobbing.

"Please" he begs pitifully.

Quinn's response is to grab his hair herself and brings his head up so he is forced to look at her.

"Ready to talk now?" Quinn asks casually as if she had not just seconds before been torturing the man.

"Please" he begs again, this time bursting into tears.

Quinn let's go of his hair, letting his head flop back forward as she reaches for the drill this time. Upon hearing the drills engine the man begins his struggle against his bindings anew. The drill head is centimeters from the man's thigh when he speaks.

"Miguel! It was Miguel. Please I can't take anymore".

Quinn leans back with a satisfied smirk on her face and places the drill back on the table. She pushes the tray away from them both as she stands and turns her attention to the bound mab once more.

"See that wasn't so hard as it" Quinn tells him soothingly before reaching behind her back and pulling out her gun. She aims the weapon at his face and puts a bullet right between his eyes without a second thought.

"What the fuck Quinn!" Puck yells as the man slumps in his bindings, dead.

Puck grabs her by the arm and violently drags her out of earshot of the other two.

"Who the fuck do you think you are" Quinn growls at Puck, managing to pull free from his grasp.

"Who do I think I am?" Puck repeats incredulously "Who do you think you are? You just fucking tortured and killed a man like you don't even fucking care!".

"He tried to kill Santana, probably would've tried to kill all of us, I did what needed to he done. Besides don't act all fucking righteous, you knew what was going to happen".

"No I thought we were going to put the fear of god in him, rough him up a bit then tell him to leave town. Your not fucking Toni Montana!"

Quinn just rolls his eyes at him.

"What happened to you?" Puck sighs at Quinn's lack of response. "I'll clean this mess up for you this time, but after that I'm out".

"Whatever" Quinn mutters as she turns and walks away from Puck and leaves the warehouse.

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It takes Quinn twenty minutes to walk to somewhere where she can take a cab back to her apartment. An hour after walking away from Puck, Quinn finds herself back at her apartment alone. She is at a loss for what to do, what she had done was finally hitting her and she felt sick.

She was so angry at the time, angry at what he had done to Santana, but if she can be honest she was mostly angry at the disrespect to her. She had no one to call. She left things badly with Rachel, Puck was out of the question and Santana was still unconscious in a hospital bed. Quinn pulled out her pipe but as she watched the smoke begin to build up she was hit with another surge of anger and threw the glass pipe against the wall.

Watching the glass shatter set something off in Quinn and for the first time in a very long time let her tears fall freely, she cried so long and so hard that eventually she fell into an exhausted sleep.

Quinn wakes up a few hours later instantly regretting her spontaneous decision to smash her pipe. Rolling over she checks her phone to see ten missed calls from Rachel and two from Puck, she throws her phone away, not having the energy to deal with either of them at the moment.

She manages to muster enough energy to get up and get some foil from the kitchen. It's not the most ideal delivery system but will do in a pinch considering her stupid decision to smash her only pipe. Once sufficiently high she is able to finally contemplate the implications of the last twenty four hours.

Quinn has had her suspicions for awhile now that Miguel wasn't to be trusted but she thought that any move would be against her not Santana, considering Miguel's relationship with her brothers, and why now? Everything about it makes no sense.

While it would make sense for Miguel to use someone from outside his circle, Miguel isn't small time and the man he hired was an amateur, he could afford much better. Quite frankly it was insulting sending a bottom feeder after them. Regardless of his motivations one thing is clear, and that's Quinn needed to retaliate, but with Puck saying he's done and Miguel being able to buy off their own people Quinn was at a loss. She needed Santana, and she needed Puck.

Quinns phone suddenly started ringing, at first she decides to ignore it, but at the last minute she crosses the room to pick up her discarded phone to see that it's Jaxx calling. As if she didn't have enough to worry about now she has her main customer calling, and she has no product. Not like she can go see Miguel to get some more.

"Hello" Quinn answers after debate whether to dodge his call or not.

"I was gonna ring you today to set up a meet, but then a little birdie tells me your associate ran into a bit of trouble" Jaxx greets her.

Quinn sighs, is nothing sacred in this business. "Nothing we can't handle".

"Well you see I know a guy who knows a guy, that kinda deal. Turns out the guy who attempted the hit, was hired by some hardcore Mexican's. Now I'm not trying to put my nose where it doesn't belong, but your supplier is Mexican correct?".

Turns out redneck bikers are smarter than they look. Quinn is impressed.

"I assure you I've got it covered. Right now I can't help you give me a day or two and we can continue our business". Quinn tries to assure him.

"Any problem with your supply line is a problem with my supply line. We have no love for the Mexican's, we have your back in this".

"Hopefully it won't come to that. I'll be in touch". Quinn tells him as she disconnects the call, a plan beginning to formulate in her scattered brain.

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Knowing a taxi wouldn't take her where she was going Quinn takes a taxi to where she knows Santana left her car and drives unlicensed to her destination.

Quinn parks Santana's car directly in front of Miguel's house and grabs the metal baseball bat she has on the passenger seat as she exits. She makes her way across Miguel's front yard like a woman on a mission, the two men sitting on Miguel's porch as usual stand to cut her off, Quinn wastes no time and brings the bat around in a vicious strike catching one of the men in the head and he drops instantly. She then brings the handle of the bat around and hits the second man in the stomach, he doubles over brings her knee up and connects with his face, she hears his nose snap as he drops to the ground with his companion.

Barely breaking her stride she steps over the men dropping the bat and replacing it with her pistol as she enters Miguel's house. She finds Miguel sitting in his lounge room watching his ridiculously sized flat screen.

She takes a seat on a one seater lounge adjacent to where Miquel sits before he notices the blondes presence. A flash a fear crosses his features, so fast that Quinn second guesses she saw it at all, as he turns his attention to Quinn and the gun pointed directly at him.

"Fuck me, your crazier that I thought you are" he says faking nonchalance. "How'd you even get in?".

"Those boys you have out the front aren't as tough as they look. I'd seriously consider a pay cut considering they got their ass kicked by a girl" Quinn says cockily.

"You think they're the only men I have here? What makes you think you'll leave here alive?".

"I'll be leaving here alive because I know you don't want the cops crawling all over this place for a murder investigation". Quinn smirks at Miguel's glower.

"What I thought. I'm not here for trouble I just wanna chat" Quinn says waving the gun in his face. "Let's start with why? I guess in a way I understand why you'd come after me but why Santana? She has a brother doing time for you? You can't think he'd take that lying down".

Miguel laughs "come on Quinn you're smarter than that. There's no loyalty in this life. There's money and there's power. You are nothing to me, Santana is nothing to me".

"You don't know who you're messing with. You go to war with me and you'll lose". Quinn says dangerously.

Miguel laughs, a full belly laugh like it's the funniest thing he's ever heard. "You're just a lost little girl, and I will crush you like a cockroach".

Quinn smirks as she rises from her seat. "We'll just see won't we" with that he unloads a single bullet, right between his legs into the couch. After all this Quinn manages to walk out of the house without incident, stepping over the unconscious she left in the lawn and making her way back to Santana's car.

This story has a long way to go yet, this is simply the first major story arc. The violence in this chapter is only going to get worse as the story progresses, things are going to get a lot worse before it gets better. Please let me know what you guys think :-) Your reviews sustain me.