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Gemma brushed a strand of hair behind her ear as she walked passed the line of people waiting to get into Jimmy's club. "I'm about to head in. I'll let you know when I come out." She smiled up at Barry, the bouncer standing guard by the door, holding the red velvet ropes for the night. "Hey Barry."

"Hey baby doll, you here to see Jimmy?" He asked, his deep baritone cutting through the loud music pulsing out beats into the sidewalk.

"Yeah, I am." Gemma breathed before kissing his cheek. "Is he up in his office?"

Barry nodded. "Good luck. He ain't happy about Dale. Think he cut him loose last night. Pulled the kid in and he never walked out."

Gemma sighed and rubbed Barry's shoulder. "I was afraid of that." She gave Barry one last small smile before heading inside the club, bypassing the dancing crowd, nodding her hello to the regular bartender, and heading up the spiral staircase to Jimmy's office.

"I thought you guys said you were going to wait until we got here before you sent Gemma inside." Fin said as he and Amanda climbed into he backseat of Elliot and Olivia's car. "I barely recognized her in that dress."

Elliot frowned. "Do me a favor? Don't think about my daughter in that dress."

Amanda rolled her eyes. "Point is - you guys were supposed to wait. This is our case. You shouldn't have even had her today. She should be in jail for everything she's been doing." She looked at the phone sitting on the counsel when she heard club music blaring through it. "At least she's doing something to help the police this time."

"Would you shut up about my daughter?" Olivia asked, turning in her seat and staring daggers at her friend. "This may be your case, but I'm still your captain. She's a victim. If you continue your behavior like this, I would be way within my rights to kick you off the case and have you evaluated."

Amanda scoffed, but sat back in her seat. "Let's just see what you say when your daughter makes another deal with the devil."

Jimmy sat on his red velvet thrown, a glass of brandy dangling from his fingers, while he lounged like he was Tony Montana. With his hair slicked back and the cigar smoke floating up from his ashtray, Gemma knew his week hadn't been going as planned. The two guards by the door stood as stiff as statues as she stepped inside, greeted by the room that seemed to be multiplying in red velvet furniture every time she entered. Other than the gold finishings and the bizarre statues, the room was the color of blood, and she knew it was designed that way for more than just Jimmy's taste in decor.

Once the door closed behind her, Gemma huffed out a breath. "Hi Jimmy."

"That's all you have to say after everything that's happened?" Jimmy asked, his eyebrows raising. "What? No hello kiss. This is the longest we've gone without seeing each other in a long time, sweetheart. I figured I'd get a little more excitement."

Gemma let out a chuckle, more fueled by the tension in the room than his remark about her being excited to see him. "I didn't exactly see you jumping for joy when I walked in here."

Jimmy stood up and walked around his desk, setting his brandy down on the corner as he approached her. "I'll give you that." He cupped her face in his hands, his rings cold against her skin. Leaning down, he kissed her long and hard, moaning into her mouth. "Man, I missed you." He looked up at his guards. "I'd like the room with my girl."

Gemma watched as the two guards departed the room. Jimmy's hands dropped from her face, his body dropped back into the couch behind him. She remained standing, her arms crossed over her chest. "What happened, Jimmy? I haven't heard from Eric in a week, and Dale made a deal with the cops."

"Are you in trouble for that?" Jimmy asked. "Because if you are, I will take care of it."

Gemma shook her head. "They didn't find Dale credible. I'm fine." She watched as he picked at the loose strings of one of his throw pillows. She sighed before kneeling down between his legs, placing her hands on his knees. "Talk to me."

Jimmy glanced at her, his eyes still downcast. "I took care of Dale. As for Eric, Dale told me some deal went bad and one of the john's shot him dead on the spot. That's why Dale went to the cops. He freaked out, wanted out with protection. He wanted to pull you in for your arrest."

"Mine?" Gemma asked, her eyebrows furrowing.

"Yeah," Jimmy nodded, "I knew he didn't have anything on you. I run this place. But, he knew getting to you would eventually lead to me." He sighed and leaned forward, caressing Gemma's hair. "I took care of the john. The message was sent loud and clear to the others. Dale messaged you to meet him with Eric's phone. It was a set up, baby. But, I took care of it. You know I'd never let them get to you."

Gemma saw his emotions get to him and ran her thumb along his jaw, the scruff of his shadow scratching against her skin. "Hey, hey, shhh. I'm here, aren't I? I know that you take great care of me. My strong protector, I know."

Jimmy kissed her again, this time hungrier. "I need to be inside you. Now."

"You need to take a breath, Jimmy." Gemma panicked, her voice wavering as his hands reached for his belt. She cupped his face in her hands. "You've had a long week."

"And, being with you would help me forget it." Jimmy breathed before freeing himself. He kissed her again, his hands grabbing her thighs and lifting her easily onto his lap. "C'mon, baby, it's been too long. I know you got that boyfriend of yours at home, but you can't tell me he does you like I do." He pulled her hips down, swiftly thrusting inside her until she was completely on him.

Gemma bit her lip to keep from yelping, the burn shooting down her legs. When Jimmy started to rock her hips, she grabbed his shoulders. "Hold on." She panted. She felt his fingers dig into her hips, his impatience bound to leave bruises. "Like you said, it's been a while."

Jimmy smiled up at her and began kissing her neck. Gemma closed her eyes, resisting the urge to push herself off of him. As much as she loathed the man inside of her, he knew her body well enough to help her relax around him, and she wanted the encounter to be over. "Okay." She whispered, lifting her hips slightly. She cried out though when he grabbed her hips and nearly yanked her back down on him, controlling the tempo he desired.

Gemma fell to her back on the couch next to Jimmy, feeling the remains of them stick to her inner thighs. "So, what's the game plan? With Eric and Dale gone, my team is just me."

Jimmy crawled over top of her, resting his pelvis against hers. She was glad he had redone his pants at least. He pecked her lips. "I'm not giving you another team. I don't want you in the game anymore."

Gemma's eyes widened. "You're letting me out?"

"Not entirely." Jimmy stated. "I just want you for myself. You've been with me since before I was worth five hundred bucks. Half of my business is yours. So, it'll be you and me running things. I'll handle what I usually do, but you can help me with the johns. You know them better than I do, and you were always good at reading people."

"Wait," Gemma breathed, "you're pulling me out of the game to run it with you. Why?"

Jimmy stood up. "I'm tired of sharing you." He looked back down at her, watching as she sat up, bringing her knees to her chest. "Yes, you have your precious Danny, and I won't stop you from him. I just don't want to drive you to go screw some guy paying me money. We've been down that road. As good as we've gotten at picking johns, you took the brunt of the worst of them. I just think we both deserve to run this business instead of be in it."

"I don't know what to say." Gemma said. She bit her lip as she stood up. "But, thank you would be a good start I guess."

Jimmy smiled and kissed her forehead. "Now, go home. Get some sleep. I'll text you tomorrow."

Gemma walked out of the club, squeezing Barry's wrist reassuringly with a smile, before walking back down the sidewalk, the line now slightly shorter than it was when she arrived. She moved her hair again, remembering the bug on her bracelet. "I'm on my way." She breathed. Her strides slowed down as she rounded the corner, Jimmy's words and actions finally sinking in. When she looked up and saw the car, her feet stopped moving. Her whole body ached, and she felt exhausted. Her vision blurred when Elliot and Olivia got out of the car, and a sob ripped through her throat. "I'm sorry."

Olivia rushed over, wrapping her arms around Gemma and kissing her head. "Baby, you have nothing to apologize for." She teared up herself and closed her eyes when she felt Elliot wrap his arms around both of them. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to put you through that." She cupped the back of Gemma's head and buried her nose in her hair. "We're going to get him, baby. One way or another, we'll get him. He won't ever hurt you again."

Gemma pulled back and pulled off the bracelet with shaking hands. She held it out to Olivia. "I don't want it."

Olivia took the bracelet, seeing the bug still attached neatly on the inside of it. Her fingers tightened around it, the anger boiling as she realized just how this all started. She kissed Gemma's head again as she huddled into Elliot's embrace, nearly melding against him as if trying to hide from the world. She turned back to the car where Fin and Amanda stood. She marched around the car to them, dropping the bracelet into Amanda's hands. "So, what that enough for you? Or would you rather have gotten it on video?"

Amanda's bangs fell in front of her eyes as she looked down at the bug. "Liv, I-"

"Save it." Olivia spat. "Still think she's guilty? Still think this was willingly? Still think she should be in jail, Amanda?" She gritted her teeth together and pointed to the car she and Fin arrived in. "Leave, and, next time you say something about my daughter, it better be about how you owe her for this evidence she just got for you."

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