Chapter Two

Miley.

I wasn't one to get dressed up. I'd never been that little girl in a tutu playing with her Barbie's and pouring fake cups tea. No I was the tomboy, which to an extent only came about after my parent's death. I hadn't exactly got along with my aunt until I was in my teenage years, instead I latched onto my uncle who didn't know how to cope with kids, let alone a little girl, so he didn't. Instead he treated me like I was a cop in the force. I blamed him for the fact I preferred a tank top, jeans and a pair of converse to half the shit the girls wore at the club. But the issue was I had to fit in, it was that or I'd stand out like a flashing neon sign that I was up to something.

So I became one of those girls.

The ones that got drunk, dirty danced with any guy who had cash and dressed like a prostitute. I'd struggled to begin with, hell I still was, because this wasn't me and after tonight it never would be again.

I climbed out of the car, smiling seductively at the bouncer who winked,

"Hey lollypop, where's your normal sucker?"

I raised my eyebrows pressing my hand onto his chest running my red nails down his shirt. I moved up to his ear my lips almost brushing against his disgusting bourbon smelling neck,

"Wouldn't you like to know…?"

I stepped back and he just smiled, "Okay, okay have a good night."

"I will thanks,"

He unclipped the rope as I heard a groan from the front few girls and guys in line to enter the club who had most likely been waiting hours to get in. Little did they know who I was in this world, when you were 'dating' the bosses son it kind of meant you had unlimited privileges like no lines, no buying drinks and doing what ever the hell you wanted.

I walked in tracing my fingers along the red velvet drapes down the hallway leading to the club. I sucked in a breath preparing myself for what was to come. I had to keep up my image here while having thirty pairs of eyes watching my every move until I gave them the go ahead that all our targets were in the room. When I got asked to do this I knew it would be full on, little did I know a whole year of my life would be taken up pretending to be somebody I wasn't. I'd made the connections, I'd found out information and I'd done and seen some illegal things during my time here. I just hoped tonight would be the end of this lifestyle for good. The take down sounded easy, but I knew it wouldn't be, nothing was simple in my life, and in this world nobody won without a price.

I pushed open the last curtain and stepped in taking a breath of the smoky air while the music throbbed through my body. My eyes scanned the warehouse, it's flashing lights and packed lower dance floor, while my eyes scanned the second level, trying to find my 'boyfriend'.

"Lolly you're here!" A female voice rejoiced

I was dragged into a hug as I smelled the toxic scent that meant it could only be one person… "Hey Ivy, I missed you babe." I announced as she squeezed my body and I couldn't help but let out a gasp in relief when the bar girl let me go,

"Great, where is your lollypop?"

I smiled at her and opened my bag pulling one out and finding another.

"I brought you one, like I promised."

She grinned at the candy treat, it was obvious to everyone she was trying to become me, and maybe after tonight she would. I unwrapped the candy sticking it my mouth as she followed suite, it was my thing, and every girl here had a trait whether it was good or bad. Mine was the fact I had an addiction to sugar basically, ever since I was a kid but it was only once I entered this scene that I started being called lollypop not wanting to divulge my actual name, and it had stuck, no pun intended.

"Chris is waiting for you, he's gonna love what you're wearing."

I laughed shaking my head; "He'll love me even more out of it."

She giggled as I walked away from Ivy letting out a sigh in relief as I made my way through the already packed club. A few familiar faces made there way over to me, kissing my cheek saying pleasantries while I responded the best I could while my eyes strained around the room looking for something.

The pink cocktail…

I however didn't find it quick enough as a hand grabbed my ass squeezing it. I hated grabby men it was one thing I despised more than anything because I liked my personal space, not to mention how disrespectful it was. Any unwanted intrusion to my personal bubble was a reason to be punished. However here I'd had to adjust those beliefs and deal with them, especially when it came to him.

I didn't look knowing who it was as I felt his lips press against my shoulder,

"You're here," He whispered in my ear, "Finally. I've been waiting."

"Took me longer than I expected to get ready."

I turned around as I gazed into the shining green eyes as his hands looped around my waist. I looked at Chris who I'd once been disgusted with, but now I felt sympathetic because the drug ring was his life, he'd been brought up with the wrong morals and had been destroyed by his father's business.

"You look beautiful," He stated.

I moved my hand up touching his chiseled cheekbone tracing the stubble,

"You look nice."

He gave a small chuckle, "Nice? You never have been good at compliments Lolly."

He pulled the lollypop from my willing teeth and kissed my lips delicately pulling away as I licked mine confused by the taste. He just gave me a look. "We have some new produce, I just tried some…" He murmured as I instantly felt uneasy, I tried to avoid the drugs but sometimes I didn't have a choice in the matter.

"I got some for you."

He looked down as I moved to follow his gaze, only for one of his hands to move up grasping my chin giving me a look.

"No peeking," He announced looking back down as my concern escalated,

Chris looked back at me before shoving the lollypop back into my lips, as I hesitantly opened my mouth feeling the rough texture. My taste buds instantly detected the salty flavor while Chris just smirked at me and kissed the side of my head,

"Come find me okay? I need to go talk to daddy on the phone, he can't come tonight so I'm in charge." He announced looking at me,

Chris' eyes fell down my body and smiled, "I think you and me should spend some quality time together in the suite seeing as dad isn't there tonight. Bye baby." He winked and released me as I instantly retracted the lollypop panicked,

Shit. Tonight was not the night to be high of God knows what…

My eyes gazed at the coated lollypop as I caught sight of something in the distance; it was pink in a glass, bingo. Relief washed over me as I made a beeline for the drink, not even gazing at the occupants around it. I grabbed the drink from the bar table and without a second thought took a mouthful swirling the concoction before spitting it back into the glass discarding the lollypop in it,

"What exactly are you doing?" A male voice responded angrily "That was my-"

I turned and looked at him for a moment frowning, "Nick right?"

His jaw instantly clenched as the guy I only vaguely remembered as the one with the brown eyes stared at me for a moment in shock. I guess he had been expecting the girl who was silent and was a bit of a freak. I guess that would never be me again.

"Wow," He murmured, "You've changed."

I snorted, "And you haven't,"

Nick instantly groaned, "Right sorry."

I frowned at him confused and he motioned to his earpiece, "I wasn't talking to you. Take the drink it's got your earpiece and mic taped to the bottom. We'll be completely under your control"

"I say jump you say-"

"Which one do we arrest basically?"

I nodded feeling a little concerned as his hand moved out putting it over mine,

"You'll be okay?"

I instantly retracted it glaring at him, "Of course I will be."

I grabbed the glass and walked away insulted, pulling the tape off the bottom stepping away from the guy who I'd never even tried to get to know, however he was already pissing me off. I put in the earpiece only to hear laughter over the thumping music,

"She totally just shut you down-"

"Nick we're supposed to be helping not flirting."

"He just wants another accomplishment to add to his list."

"Shut up Selena." Nick's voice stated, "She just seemed uneasy-"

I pressed the tiny mic onto my dress, switching the small button on.

"Maybe it was you, I mean you came on pretty strong man, she always was-"

"I can hear you, so I don't think you should finish that sentence." I snapped, as there was deadly silence. "That's what I thought…"

With that I gazed the room quickly noting approximately thirty pairs of eyes, half looking surprised half looking angry. I guess I hadn't made a great start with this whole team take down thing, but they'd have to deal because for tonight I was their leader and their life was in my hands.

Nick.

When she started dancing we thought it was to pass time, but then a few of us began to see the very obvious tell tale signs it wasn't. It was when Miley started grinding up against the bosses son Chris that we all grew a little uneasy to her state of mind. We'd been watching her all night, she'd done a few shots, but she wasn't just a little tipsy, it seemed to be more than those that had got to her.

"Miley…" I announced, "Can you detach yourself, we need to talk."

She didn't even shift from her position as we all were forced to listen and watch the almost pornographic position Miley had got herself into. She was now reclined on a sofa, while Chris the son of the most notorious drug dealer in the ring practically ate her face. It was disgusting to say the least and when I saw his hands disappear I knew it was time to stop what was occurring. I couldn't say I wasn't happy I was the one who'd be taking that sick fuck down after the way he was completely molesting her,

"Miley could you please come over?" I repeated frustrated.

She pushed her hand against Sam's chest giggling in response while I watched from the other side of the club. Her fingers moved up to his cheek as she kissed his lips,

"I need to pee,"

"How about I come with you?" Chris asked in response,

"How about you get his hands out of your pants." I retorted annoyed by her apparent uncaring nature to the fact all thirty of us were waiting on a word she still hadn't given, "You're working as a cop Miley not a prostitute."

"I'll be fine," Miley snapped clearly insulted by my comment "Be back soon baby."

She got to her feet pulling down her skirt in the process, while the airwaves remained clear no one willing to test her temperament except me. also got to my feet letting my eyes shift around the club which was now in full swing, lights spiraling, music pumping, drinks flowing and god knows what else. I moved towards the bathroom catching a few other eyes, and noting some of the guys had managed to score some cute bartenders to serve their needs. Looks like Miley wasn't the only one seemingly distracted,

"Need back up?" Joe asked,

I had no idea where he was presently as I shook my head deciding I needed to speak to Miley alone, "No but prepare for some yelling-"

"I haven't done anything wrong" Miley retorted angrily,

I walked down the corridor gazing around, trying to work out her location. I noted the half open back door and moved quickly throwing it open to the cold New York air. I stepped out to find Miley leaning up against the brick wall with a lollypop between her lips, one of her legs bent pressed against the bricks.

"What the fuck Miley?" I instantly yelled.

She turned pulling the candy from her lips glaring at me, "You're gonna blow my cover if you don't-"

"What the fuck are you playing at?" I spat frustrated.

"Me?"

She dropped her leg furiously throwing the half eaten lollypop down on the ground, "I am playing my normal self-"

"I don't remember The Commissioner saying you were undercover as a slut-"

"A year." She spat her eyes looking at me furiously, a hint of pain in them. "I have been here for a whole year, if you think I'm going to fuck this up you're joking yourself Nick. I have a home too, a family I want to get back too. I'm doing what I need too, or people might get suspicious okay?"

I snorted, "He had his hands down your pants I'm sure your parents would be proud-"

Her eyes suddenly looked shallow as Miley just shook her head calming down a little,

"Well," She spat, "To fit in here it's give a little, take a little."

I just stared at her amazed, this was not the girl I remembered. I'd always known she was confident but as I stared at her fire fuelled eyes and pursed bright lips I realized being here had changed her, and I wasn't sure if it was for the better or the worse. It was only then I suddenly noted something wrong with her eyes, Miley's pupils were dilated?

"Are you fucking high?" I snapped at her.

Instantly she turned and just stared at me, "No I'm-"

"You are, that's why-"

"I didn't have a choice!" She spat at me huffing as I saw the pain again and instantly reclined my anger "Chris forced it on me, I didn't consume much okay? I spat it in my drink. Look I'm okay I'm completely in control of myself now."

"Now? Are you kidding me-"

"Nick I'm fine okay!"

I glared directly at her as she stood her ground looked at me frustrated,

" Are you sure you're okay?" I asked her,

"I'm fine Nick," She responded non committal,

"Scared?"

Miley gave a small laugh shaking her head, "No, that word isn't in my dictionary. Neither is failure. I'm fine! Let's just get this over with. " She responded tilting her head and gazing up at the sky for a moment with a longing look,

"Is everyone here?"

"No," She responded, "Boss isn't here which is really unlucky,"

I sighed frustrated, we'd been optimistic to say the least he would be here considering the fact his attendance at the club wasn't exactly perfect. We'd got unlucky tonight but every leader needed an army and with that gone the impact would still be deadly,

"Everyone else here?"

"Yep,"

"Okay then let's go back inside?"

Her eyes stared for just a moment longer at the sky, a confusing depth in her eyes that I didn't understand. It was only after a few more seconds past that I realized she hadn't heard the question I'd just asked, her mind elsewhere.

"Miley?"

Her head snapped back and instantly she looked borderline crazy again.

"What?"

She pulled open the door and stormed inside as I shook my head, a year and she'd gone from being the crazy silent kid to the sexy uptight slut? How did that even happen, it was like she was bipolar! I followed her back into the club, not caring about proximity knowing this was about to go down anyway.

"Good luck," I stated looking at Miley,

She nodded looking away, "You too Nick"

"Hey you?" A voice suddenly screamed "Asshole, get away from ma gurl,"

We both turned and stared at Chris scornfully walking over, with his two full sleeves of tattoos wearing a tight Ed Hardy t-shirt exaggerating his steroid induced muscle tone. His distant eyes and jealous mood instantly replicated one of a man who had a serious cocaine problem. Chris' eyes scanned to Miley looking expectantly as she just shrugged,

"He wanted directions to the restrooms babe, it was nothing."

"Fuck off then." Chris yelled at me.

I held up my hand innocently and moved back as Chris looked at me for a moment and then huffed grabbing Miley's arm possessively a gasp in pain coming from her lips. I just turned and walked away quickly knowing that I couldn't do anything to help her, not right now anyway

"Lolly what the fuck?"

"I went for some air okay?" Miley responded through my earpiece,

"If I see you speaking to another fucker don't think I won't do something, I control you remember." I heard Chris say as I kept walking away trying to resist my urge to turn back and knock his lights out. "You're mine Lolly."

That was it I turned only for someone to grab my arm, I went to yell only to find a familiar confused face. I looked at Demi, who motioned for me to sit down as I huffed,

"That bastard he-"

"Nick calm down okay," Demi hissed at me,

"So we're almost ready?" Selena asked through the earpiece tensely

"When Miley gives the go ahead, yes." I responded frustrated.

Demi gave me a confused look while I just turned away gazing at the dance floor. Miley was now dancing with Chris once again, while I let my eyes scan the rest of the room finding our targets. Drug dealers, murderers, rapists and a whole other bunch of crimes were tied to most of the identities currently within the walls of the club but after tonight hopefully they would never see the community again let alone attempt to conduct any misdemeanors.

"Miley just put her hand up," Joe announced.

My head spun and sure enough Miley hand one hand up, the signal that had been designated by the Commissioner. I exchanged a look with Demi knowing what was about to happen as we both got to our feet,

"Counting down, 10"

We moved down towards the dance floor my eyes still locked on Chris' sleazy figure,

"9"

"8"

"7"

"6"

"5"

I saw Miley's eyes catch both mine and Demi's as she attempted to move away from Chris only for him to grab her and slam his lips against hers, trapping her in his grasp.

"4"

"3"

"2"

I exchanged a look with Demi realizing that Miley wouldn't get out of this in time, and as instructed we would have to continue for the safety of those around us and our fellow officers.

"1"

"POLICE EVERYONE FREEZE!"

The war began.

The second the words were out of the lips the screams started. Demi had her gun out before me and directed it at Chris, whose eyes had widened and caught sight of both of us now pointing our weapons at him. I could hear the noises around me, but everything seemed to go silent as I watched Chris' mind ticking away, realizing he was fucked. Success.

Then I saw something in his blazing green eyes that scared me, a look of realization as he turned back to Miley who was still in his grasp.

"You fucking bitch!" He screamed

It all happened so quickly, he swiped at her as she dodged his blow easily only to stumble back on her heels, that loss of momentum made it easy for him to take advantage of her vulnerable position. Within a split second he had her tightly in a headlock, with a round cold metal barrel against Miley's temple.

"EVERYONE STOP, OR I'LL KILL HER!" He screamed,

The panic and flurry of bodies continued though as his voice was drowned out. I stood completely still watching intently. I'd been trained for this kind of situation. I just had to hold my ground, I couldn't risk exposing Miley even though it was clear to Chris whose side she stood.

"Chris" Miley cried hysterically trying to hold her part yet I knew she had realized it was useless, "Chris baby, please…please what are you doing?"

"YOU, you betrayed me you bitch!"

Chris pointed the gun into the air and let a shot ring out,

Instantly all eyes darted to us as he pushed it back against her head, the club now deserted leaving the selected few targets and officers. I watched as Miley closed her eyes as Chris laughed trailing the gun along the right side of her head gazing across the room. I wasn't allowed to be scared, I had to be calm, the moment I panicked it would radiate,

"I'll shoot her, don't even doubt it. All of you, guns on the ground,"

"Chris let me go baby, I love you, babe…"

"Shut the fuck up."

I opened my eyes to see every single cop was watching paralyzed and uncertain, this hadn't gone to plan and we hadn't discussed this factor that Chris would actually come to his sense and catch on to Miley's game. I bit down on my tongue thinking, I had no doubt he'd kill her, he'd killed so many people already. A clatter of a gun hitting the ground instantly drew my attention away as I looked to see Joe standing unarmed,

"Ha, yeah…so you do know her? Is she your girlfriend?" Chris spat,

Joe remained silent his expression completely fazed looking at Miley, Chris just cackled tightening his grip on her neck so that she gasped unable to breath. I had to think quickly. "She's a pretty thing yeah? Good at kissing and touching but nothing else, now I see it was all a little act. No wonder you wouldn't tell me your name lollypop…"

"Go to hell." She snapped violently,

"Sure baby, but you're going with-"

I knew she had a short fuse. I'd known that long before tonight. I remembered in target practice when I told her one-day that she looked pretty Miley had blown up at me claiming that I had no right to say such thing. It wasn't a surprise when she responded, but I wished she hadn't…

I watched as she sent her elbow flying into Chris' gut as he instantly doubled over in pain. Miley lunged at the gun trying to drag it from his hand as Demi and me both hesitated on the trigger unable to get a clear shot. Chris regained composure and tripped Miley on top of him holding her against him. She grabbed and struggled to free the gun as he laughed,

"I'm stronger lollypop, you know that." He yelled.

With one quick motion she was thrown off him and whammed head first into a concrete wall.

"MILEY!" I heard my lips scream,

Demi and me both released the trigger as six shots were fired.

Four of them hit Chris, two from each of our guns.

Two were from Chris'…

They both hit Miley and like that the war was over, but the battle had just begun.

A/N- Update number 3 for today :) Thanks for the reviews! I will update when I return in two weeks