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A/N: Thank you to all that reviewed/followed/favorited, Unbreakable, I was very humbled and so appreciative of the positive feedback. So, because of this, I have decided to continue on with a second chapter, if the interest stays positive, I will make a story of it and solely concentrate of this and Scorned and Dangerous: The Lethal Latina. So please tell me your thoughts. xoxoxo.

*New characters introduced into this story are: Diosa Blanco (she is on the right of the story avatar) and Seth Rollins*

Residence of Detective Joseph Anoaʻi; next morning…

Joe lay contently asleep on his bare back, but nothing last forever, because the blare of his doorbell ringing over and over by a crazy person caused Sadie to start barking excessively. This ruined what had been the best sleep he has had in over a year. Slowly he woke, and a long groan escaped his lips. He could barely open one eye, his body was spent from last evening's three rounds of passion filled sex with his lost love, but he did manage a smile as he reached over to the opposite side of the bed. His touches were not rewarded with her warm body though, instead there was an empty spot, and the sheets were icy cold to the touch.

The joyous smile soon disappeared, and his body popped up. His sleepy smoky grey eyes quickly scanned his bedroom, but all that he saw was her black duffle bag with a white envelope sitting on top of it. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, as he yelled out. "Dammit Coco…!"

The bedroom door flew opened. "What the fuck man?! I've been outside for like five damn minutes!" Jon had become inpatient and worried, so he let himself in with his spare key.

Roman not caring, jumped out of bed naked as a jay bird, and began searching for his clothes from the previous night. "I gotta go find her, so can't go on that gig now!"

Jon stared with confusion, and needed more information. "Alright, I may not be the quickest guy, but you are making no fucking sense…What the hell is going on with you?!"

Roman now fully dressed, reached into his nightstand, and took out his lock box that kept his Glock 22; he then tucked it into the back of his Rock revival jeans; he also placed his Kahr MK9 in his ankle strap. His mind was set; he was going for Coco. He already knew this could turn into a shootout. He nodded towards the duffle bag. "Read the note, that will explain everything."

Jon found himself chasing after Joe down the stairs; once they reached the bottom of the staircase, Jon flung Joe around to face him. "Slow the fuck down…What the hell is going on?!"

Joe was beyond flustered with Jon's questions, he needed to go. "Coco was here last night…We talked, and shit man, I don't have time to explain, read the damn note!"

Jon's eyes narrowed at just the mention of her name. He knew his friend had been deeply hurt by this woman, and there was no way he would allow his best friend to get sucked back in and be crushed all over again. "Well, that explains a lot, that's why you stood up Lisa…Come on man, Coco is no longer, that woman is gone, I won't allow you to go!"

Joe's eyes darkened, and his jaw tightened. "W-what?!...She got shot in the head, but she is remembering, and I'm going to get my woman back…So step out of my face!"

Jon jumped in front of the door, and held up the note. "Let's see if she is your woman, shall we." Jon began reading the note aloud, and this sent a wave of anger through Joe's entire body.

The contents of the note were exactly what Joe had expected it to say, but it didn't matter, that is not how his Coco truly felt, what they shared last night was real. "I don't give a fuck what that note says, I know what we felt last night, it was real, it was us!"

"Look, you are like my brother, so I'm gonna give it to you straight…She is gone man, that bullet took her away, and she will never be herself…Think man, she is getting deep into this drug business." Jon stopped and placed his hand on Joe's shoulder. "How can you ignore that?"

Joe shook his head in disbelief. "I don't care about that, I'll help her to get back to herself, and I'll do whatever to protect her from that shit."

"Including losing your badge?"

Joe's face was stern, but his eyes were weary from thoughts of Coco leaving him the way she did. "Well, if that is what has to be, then it will be…I love her, man…"

Jon sighed, he needed to get through to his friend. "I know that better than anyone, but you got to face facts bro, she is not the same women."

Joe was still, but it was obvious to Jon that his pleas where falling on deaf ears. Joe moved around Jon and reached for the front door. "I'm not giving her up, not now, not ever!"

Joe headed straight for his yellow Chevy Camaro, which was assigned to him by the Police Captain to enhance his undercover role as a drug dealer. Jon was still determined to stop his friend, so he hopped up on the hood of the car. "You wouldn't drive off with me like this, would you?"

Joe was about to lose his restraint with Jon, he slammed the driver side door shut, and embarked in Jon's face. "I don't have time for games…Get off right damn now!"

The two men were interrupted as a female voice came from behind a bush, with six other men with her. "I would listen to him, Deanno."

Joe's eyes rolled into his head for the second time this morning, he knew that voice, and this wasn't good at all. He slowly turned around, and was face to face with a Full Monty submachine gun. "Not very smart, Diosa."

Diosa Blanco was an up and coming high roller within a notorious Columbian Drug Cartel. Joe and Jon have been working undercover for the past seven months trying to infiltrate her local organization. Jon was Dean Ambrose, and Joe was Roman Reigns to her, those were names that people of the underworld knew them by.

Diosa slid her Aviator sunglasses down the bridge of her nose, and smirked as she held the submachine gun to Joe's chin. She hardly looked the part of a Kingpin, she was dressed in a black Pierre Balmain sleeveless mesh bodycon dress with a jewel sheath neckline. It completely showed the right amount of curves, cleavage, and her firm plump ass. "Oh Love, it is very smart…Your surprised, right?"

Joe licked his lips, he knew this woman played for keeps, her reputation had a long list of hits on it. She was ruthless to the core, but he and Jon were determined to gather enough information to finally bring her down. "I don't like surprises."

All six men stood behind Diosa, but made it very clear to Joe and Jon they were packing the same amount heat she was; they slid their black suit jackets aside and all flashed submachine guns. Diosa continued to hold the gun to Joe's chin, but looked over at Jon. "Get down, your joining this party, Deanno."

Jon slid off, and sucked his teeth towards Diosa. "I hate when you call me that."

The largest blonde man with buzzed cut hair moved from the circle of men. "Diosa, let's go."

Diosa didn't lose her position on Joe, but she hissed at the man. "Don't over step Lesnar, I'm the boss."

Brock Lesnar stood out like a sore thumb within this crew, he was the only American amongst the Columbians, but it didn't matter to Diosa because Brock was a predator that loved killing, and he was the best at it. He rolled his large muscular shoulders back, and ignored Diosa's feistiness, and he opened the side door to black Ford E-350 XLT Van.

Diosa used her free hand and slowly ran her fingertips over Joe's body. She snickered as she found his gun. "Is everything you have this big?"

Joe leaned into her ear, he knew how to play her because she loved games and had a short fuse. He needed to diffuse that and get on his way to find Coco. "Why don't you continue to search and find out for yourself."

Diosa was hardly shy, so she slid her hand down Joe's abdomen, and then slowly clutched his crotch. She raised her eyebrow. "Hmm, it's workable, but another time, Love."

Jon shook his head; his friend was a little too good at this undercover gig. Joe turned into the opposite of himself when he did this. He had a lot of experience being around gangster's, his Dad, Dwayne, or as his buddies call him, Rock, was now locked up for Drug transporting. This is what fueled Joe to become a cop in the first place. "Are you two gonna keep playing cat and mouse, or are you going to get to the point of this, Diosa?"

Jon received a rough search from Diosa's men for that remark. "Hey, easy with the goods." Jon stated irritated.

Joe watched Diosa as she removed his gun from his ankle. His stare was intense as he followed her moves into a standing position. "I think you missed a spot."

Diosa grabbed Joe by his arm, she licked her lips. "Oh, don't worry, Love; we will have time for that later…Let's go, vamos!"

Jon and Joe were roughly shoved into the back of van, and Diosa and Brock joined them. The door shut and the van took off with the others following behind in black Mercedes's.

Diosa continued to hold her submachine gun on both Joe and Jon, with her free hand, she reached for two pair of handcuffs and handed them to Brock. "Cuff them."

Joe's anger was getting to him, and he stared fiercely at Diosa. "What the fuck is going on, Diosa?"

Joe and Jon were now cuffed, and Diosa relaxed and sat back and crossed her long legs. "Oh Love, you are so impatient, just relax and enjoy the ride."

Jon could see Joe was about to lose it with this chick, so he reared up a bit in his seat. "I think we would be more relaxed if we knew what was going on."

Both Diosa and Brock ignored Jon, and sat quietly. This irritated Joe even more, he needed to get out of this and find Coco, not be here playing games with this crazy chick. "Maybe, you are not who Dean and I thought you were…I thought you were the real deal Diosa, but this game is childish and making me think that maybe me and Dean should find someone who can back our play."

Diosa lifted her leg, and slowly rubbed her five inch black pumps up and down Joe's leg. "You have no idea how far I take things before I make a deal, but trust, you will."

Joe arched his eyebrow and stared intently at Diosa. "If you wanted to fuck, why not just say it, instead of being a bitch about it."

The van slowed down as they had arrived to their destination. Diosa pointed in Joe's direction. "One track mind much? If I wanted to fuck you, you know it." She leaned into Joe, and moved the fallen hair from his face and placed it behind his ear, then her lips were inches away from his ear. "Glad you got it right, because I am a bitch, but I bet you would love calling me that while grinding my sweet tunnel." She pulled back and laughed.

"Look!" Joe snapped his head back. "I'm not in the mood for your shit, Diosa!"

Diosa laughed harder as she stepped out of van, she had Joe all fired up and she loved it. Today was about making a point to both Jon and Joe.

As Jon stepped outside, he bumped Joe and narrowed his eyes at him. Jon was trying to get Joe to focus and not let his temper get them both killed. "Take it easy bro."

Joe clenched his jaw, and spoke through gritted teeth. "I don't care, I need to find-"

Brock bucked Joe in the back with his gun. "Shut the fuck up…Both of you!"

Joe and Jon were lead into an abandoned old warehouse, which meant there were no businesses around, they were completely isolated from anyone. There were chairs in the middle of the concrete floor, and hanging meat hooks right in front of them.

Diosa motioned for Brock to make the men sit. She walked in front of them, but let her black metallic manicured fingertips run along the meat hooks. "You see gentlemen, when you deal with the CMF (Columbian Mafia Family), we check everyone's movements before the deal is sealed."

"And?!" Joe growled in Diosa's direction.

Diosa shook her head, but then walked slowly into Joe's personal space, she then grabbed his face with her right hand. "Ay, such testosterone…. Did you not get laid last night by my sister?"

Joe abruptly tried butting Diosa, but got knocked back down by Brock. "You're lying!"

As unusual as this was, Jon found himself having the presence of mind, and cleared his throat, he wanted to hear Diosa's tale. "What are you following us?"

Footsteps were heard from the shadows; it was a male by the heaviness of the walk. Before the man was seen, he made a mocking noise of someone getting an incorrect answer. "So sorry, that would be a no."

Diosa turned as she felt an embrace from behind, she kissed the man dressed in an all-black Armani suit, with slicked back two-toned hair on the cheek. "Just in time, brother."

Jon felt his stomach drop, Diosa continues to thrive even more within her business. How had the Police not known about a brother?

Joe tried to stand again, but Brock had none of it, and slammed Joe back into his seat. "Diosa!"

"Sorry, gentlemen, where are my manners?" The man with two-toned hair laughed obnoxiously. "My name is Seth, the co-founder of CMF."

Another deep grunt came from Joe. "Good for you, but what the fuck does that have to do with us being here?!"

Seth sneakily rubbed his facial hair, as he paced before Jon and Joe. "My sister wants to do business with you two, but I have a huge problem with that, after receiving a report that our enemy was at your house last night."

Jon was now relieved to know their cover hadn't been blown, but he needed more answers to the original statement that Diosa made. "She said her sister, so which is it? Enemy or family?"

Seth squatted in Jon's direction. "You ask a lot questions for someone who may or may not exist for much longer."

Joe stared at Diosa, he knew if he could get his temper under control, he could work her for the information. He also needed to know if what Diosa said was true or not. To his knowledge Coco had no siblings. "I'll talk to Diosa…. Alone."

Jon snapped his head into Joe's direction. He knew that wasn't a good idea in Joe's state of mind over Coco. "No!"

Diosa wantonly walked in between Joe's legs, she leaned down, and lifted his chin with her index finger. "I wouldn't have it any other way." She nodded towards Brock to let Joe stand. "We'll be back."

Seth folded his arms to his chest, and watched his sister. "Roman, no tricks or your business partner will be hanging on one of those hooks." Seth mockingly shuddered. "That is not a good look."

Diosa led Joe into a side office for privacy. She shoved him inside, but Joe turned to face her. They were inches apart, but Diosa shoved again into Joe's chest making his backside hit against the desk. "Now be a good boy, Roman…You don't want to make me angry."

Any other time Joe would be up for games, but not today. Both he and Diosa have flirted heavily during their meetings. It was something about Diosa that made him heated, but not in a good way. But, in order to do the job, he played along, were the lines crossing though. Diosa had an attitude that she was the boss of everything and everybody, but he had to gain her trust in order to bust her ass and put her behind bars. He had to put his upset of Coco in the back of his mind now; he had no choice because the wrong words could get Jon killed. So he, licked his lips, and leaned against the desk with his hands still cuffed in front of him. "I'm always good, but I don't like being stalked."

"Pff, stalked." Diosa mocked as she got closer in Joe's face, she let her hand lay on his large thigh. "We were following Coco, don't flatter yourself so, not a good look, Love."

Joe's heart raced rapidly at just the mention of Coco's name. He leaned more into Diosa as his chest heaved slightly. "Why are you following her?"

Diosa traced Joe's upper chest, and spelled out bitch. She stared intensely into Joe's grey orbs. "Were you making a deal with my sister or fucking her?"

Joe swallowed hard, Diosa was inches away from his face, he tried searching within her eyes to see any resemble of Coco, but all he saw was heat and hatred. "That is my business, why do you care-"

Diosa placed her finger over Joe's lips to stop him from talking. "I care because we were making a deal, and if you are trying to double cross me with my spoiled sister, well I will have to make an example out of you and your friend…. I don't play well with others; it is either us or her."

Diosa's touch felt so soft for a woman who was so ruthless. Joe felt his heart race more and he couldn't tell if it was from anger or excitement. It seemed the Universe was conspiring with Diosa. His voice softened because he needed to see if there was some truth to this revelation. "Maybe, I can help you with this problem, that is if you want to tell me more."

Diosa loosely wrapped her arms around Joe's neck, and tilted her head to the side with a half grin on her face. "No, Love…You first answer me…Did you fuck my sister?"

Again, Joe swallowed hard as he looked into Diosa's sultry brown eyes. She was getting a little too close for his comfort level. "She came to me, she wanted to do business with me."

Diosa removed her arms from Joe's neck, and attempted to step back. "And?"

Without missing a beat, Joe stood up and stopped her by encircling Diosa into him by raising his handcuffed hands and bringing them down around Diosa's waist. There was no distance between their bodies, and Joe leaned into her ear, and huskily whispered. "There is no and, I want your business."

Diosa pushed her body into Joe, her firm breasts pressed against his hard chest, and her hands slowly unloosening his ponytail. Her finger nails digging into his scalp, and red lips lightly pressed to his neck. "This is what you really want, isn't it?" She yanked his hair. "Too bad I smell her perfume on you."

Before Diosa could try and duck away, Joe forcefully backed her up and pinned her to the wall, his crotch grinded into her heat. The mixture of anger and upset ignited Joe's aggression, only this woman could drive a man to lose his mind, she knew exactly how to press the right buttons to get what she wanted.

Her breasts heaved heavily against his chest, the heat was smoldering between them. His hands instantly cupped her buttocks; his fingers digging roughly into her ass. This drove a lightening spark in Diosa, and with heavy breath, she bit down on his neck drawing blood.

"Fuck." Joe gasped as Diosa pierced the tender skin just below the jawline. Joe had been bitten before, but this was different. He felt a barely restrained animal power in Diosa, a hit of danger, all overlaid by her sensual intensity. Joe was overwhelmed by the sensation of her.

The room grew fuzzy for Joe as he held her body to his; it was exhilarating, the stomach-dropping feeling, like the first descent on a roller coast. The fear of these feelings and arousal swirled through his mind.

Diosa pulled away from his neck, looking up with glazed eyes of desire. She claimed his luscious full lips next; her lips bruising his in a kiss that spoke of longing and need and an animalist passion. Joe reluctantly gave into her opening his mouth, meeting her tongue as she thrust into his mouth.

They were both gasping and moaning by this time; Diosa's hands exploring his body by pushing and rubbing closer to him. She pulled her right hand from around his back, and ran it down his stomach, sliding it over his jeans, cupping his growing erection; feeling him twitch within her hand made her growl. She loved the rush of power she felt when she first grabbed a man's cock; the feeling of control in that moment.

She smirked as her sultry eyes bored into him. "Not here, Love…Another time…When you are so over heated and your flesh is burning that you have to beg me to unload your seed."

Joe's mind was reeling at this point, he thought how could there be a worse time of need than now. "Still playing games I see."

Diosa disengaged from Joe's embrace, and went to the old desk and hopped up on it. The wildness just blazing within her brown eyes. "No games, I don't want you at this moment, you need the stench of my sister off of you."

The mention of Coco cleared Joe's mind. "You keep saying this is CMF, but yet you have a sister that is not a part of it…Is she a blood sister?"

An evil grin pursed Diosa's lips, and she crossed her legs. She hated Coco with every fiber in her body. "Unfortunately, yes…. She doesn't know because our mother left me on a Church stoop, while Coco was glorified as the only child to my bitch of a mother."

This was a fucked up situation, but Joe had to tread lightly, he couldn't seem overly concerned for Coco, but he needed the full story. He walked into Diosa face, and brushed her tussled hair back off her cheek. For a moment she looked angelic and broken from this confession. "I'm on your side, that is fucked…So you're the oldest?"

Diosa took Joe's hands within hers, and she lightly rubbed into his flesh. "I am…Sandra had me while having an affair with our father, she didn't need the baggage, so she gave me up."

Joe was starting to understand more about Diosa, she has been scared, which makes her this cold hearted. He intertwined his fingers with hers. "And, Seth?"

Diosa felt comfortable with Joe, since the first day they met in that run down bar trying to set a drug deal, she felt something for this man. "Seth is our half-brother, different Mothers."

Joe continued to speak softly, he needed her to continue to open up. "Why target Coco, it sounds as though she doesn't know any of this, she is innocent."

Diosa snatched her hands away from his, and hopped off the desk. She was enraged by his opinion. "Innocent?! She was glorified as Sandra's greatest creation, while I had to fend for my damn self…Coco has no idea what suffering is!" Diosa began to pace while rubbing her hands together. Joe was picking at a wound that has never healed. She was abandoned and shuffled through the foster care system, she even had to work strip clubs to make ends meet. That is until her birth father's family found her and united her with them. That is how her and Seth came together.

Joe walked slowly and carefully towards Diosa. "I didn't mean to upset you; I just want to help my new partner."

The door opened, and Seth walked inside. "You okay sis?"

Joe got a cold feeling around Seth, there is something about him that doesn't add up. Diosa ran her hand over dress, and then grabbed Joe's arm. "I'm fine…Let's get this started…Come on!"

Joe had no idea that his feelings of Seth were dead on; because there is so much more to his story, so much so that it could destroy both Coco and Diosa.

Going back to the open area where Jon is, Diosa said nothing to Joe. She simply shoved him into the chair. Seth had already changed into what looked like swat wear. He pulled black leather gloves from his hip pocket, and began putting them on. "If you two want to do business with me and my sister, you're going to have to do a job to prove it."

Jon looked Joe over, and he could see that more than just talking happened between him and Diosa. This was a disaster in his mind. Granted he wanted Joe to move on from Coco, but he knew picking Diosa was like jumping into a fiery hell.

Joe looked to Diosa, he could see the pain even though she was trying to mask it by going into bitch mode. Why did he feel such a need to not only protect Coco, but also to maybe help Diosa as well. This was a mess. He cleared his throat. "What do you want from us?"

Seth laughed. "If you two are who you say you are then doing this hit should be a no brainer."

Jon sat up straight. "Hit?"

Diosa leaned against Seth. "Yes Deanno…. A hit, you two are going to help Seth and I get rid of all enemies today."

Joe felt his anger flooding him again, Jon saw this, and decided to speak up first. "Listen, we don't need to prove shit, besides shit like that doesn't come for free."

Diosa leaned down into Joe's face, and ran her finger over the place she bitten. "If you want to do business with us, you will take out Coco and Paul."

Joe's eyes widened. "We're not doing that…No way, too much heat, you might want to reconsider."

Diosa looked off to the distant with a deadly stare. "Pff, Paul got off lucky last time, but this time we are going to finish it off."

Joe and Jon looked to one another, they both had the same thoughts; they had been mistaken, Paul was not the person that orchestrated those hits. He was a definite target.

Seth slapped his hands together. "So what is it gonna be boys, you in or are we hooking you fools up?"

Jon looked to Joe, again they both thought the same; they had to lie to get out of this alive, and hopefully stop this hit in the process. Jon sat up straight. "We're in…So what is the plan."

Brock came behind both Jon and Joe, tapped them with his submachine gun to get up. Seth opened the doors. "We will discuss it on the ride to Paul's."

Joe had a wave of panic hit him because this thing was happening now. "It's daylight, again this is risky, man."

Seth looked incredulous at Joe's remark. "That is what Speed boats are for."

Diosa shoved her gun into Joe's back. "If you were real back there, you won't disappoint me."

Joe felt the sting of Diosa's words, but he was determined to figure out a way to save both women, but how was the painful question.

Hope everyone enjoyed, and thank you for reading…Please tell me your thoughts of everyone's dilemma and possible fate within a review...xoxoxo