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Miami. Present Day:

She felt the heavy burden on her heart lighten a little, it was exactly the actions of the man that she had come to care for so deeply. "So he agreed to wear a wire for you?"

"Yes. I remember our meeting the day after the club opening, he was seething. He wanted to blow the whole operation up there and then and go in all guns blazing; I had a hard time getting him to maintain his focus on the job at hand."

Flashback. New York 1995:

He sat in the same the car park for their regular rendezvous; he'd hardly slept since he dropped the girl from the club at the hospital. The urge to tear the Malucci's and their associates to pieces was all-consuming, he had stood back and watched innocent people extorted for money but what they had done last night had crossed way over the line.

Agent Collins pulled up in the underground car park next to him and lowered his window. "How did it go last night?"

"You had eyes on the place, why are you asking me?"

The other man gave him an amused look, "Get out of the wrong side of bed this morning did we?"

"I haven't got time for games; let's just get to the point."

"And what would that be?"

"I'll do it, I'll wear the wire."

His words took the FBI agent by surprise, "What changed your mind?" John spent the next five minutes or so revealing the callous actions of the mobsters. "I see," the dark-suited man replied thoughtfully.

"I want those bastards to pay for what they did, when I've finished with them they'll wish they'd never been born."

"How chivalrous of you, Kelly. Risking it all for a girl you don't even know, are you sure it's worth it?"

"Of course it is, I'm not going to stop until all of them are behind bars or dead." He stated firmly.

"Be careful; don't let your anger cloud your judgement. You still need to tow the party line until we have the evidence we need."

"I don't care, I just want to get it done, and I'm tired of playing nice with these animals."

"Very well," the agent replied as he reached into his jacket and pulled out a notepad, he scribbled something down and passed it over. "Meet me at this address in two hours."

Pinning Collins with a stare he spoke, "I told her to report it to the police, they'll come after her. I want your word that you'll protect her until this is over."

"I'll do what I can," the agent replied dismissively.

"You'll do better than that, you'll protect her," he said as his voice rose in anger. "If the Malucci's get to her I'm going to hunt you down and bury you next."

Collins said nothing as his window came back up; his car reversed out of the space and exited the car park.

He returned home that evening with the listening equipment that FBI had supplied him with, concentrating as Collins told him how to operate it. He tried to focus on the information he was being given but found his thoughts constantly returning to the events of last night. "I should never have left her alone," he castigated himself, "What happened to her is your fault."

Collins was right; he needed to keep his head if he wanted to bring the brothers and their goons down once and for all. Acting as if nothing was wrong would be the hardest thing to do since the whole sorry operation had started, to maintain the façade that he didn't care what had happened to the girl would take all of his strength.

Picking up the note on the doormat he opened it with a sense of dread, the young girl had done as he asked and called Andy. He tried to keep his hands still as he read the words, "Warehouse in Brooklyn, ASAP. We need to talk."

He used to be a cop, he knew how it worked. The girl had told them what had happened and now Andy and his new partner were knocking on doors and ruffling feathers. Benny would want an explanation for how she'd got away and made it to a hospital. He knew all eyes would be on him, demanding an explanation. Pacing the living room he tried to think of something to explain how the frightened young woman had escaped. Walking in to the bathroom he took a look at his reflection in the mirror and suddenly it occurred to him. He turned towards the corner of the door and took a deep breath before slamming his head into the corner of the wood. He groaned as he stumbled backwards with a hand to his forehead, he took it away and saw the blood on his hand. "Perfect."

Shaking his head to clear it he walked back over to the sink and cleaned himself up as best he could, waiting until the wound above his eye had dried over. The inch long cut through his eyebrow looked pretty gruesome and his forehead had already started to swell along with his eye. It had been painful but served a purpose, he needed to convince the brothers that he hadn't let her go willingly. He swallowed a couple of aspirin before leaving his apartment and heading to Brooklyn.

"What took you so long?"

"I've been busy, Benny. I've only just got your message." He replied curtly, his head pounding.

"What have you been doing all day?"

He was finding it hard to contain his hatred for the mobster in front of him, "Running around for you, what else would I be doing?"

"I'm not sure you understood my instructions when I told you to take the trash out last night." Benny stood and paced the room.

"What do you mean?" he asked innocently.

"Some of our guys had a visit from the cops this morning, seems the little bitch is still alive. I thought I told you to deal with her."

He gestured to his face, "She caught me by surprise, by the time I came round she was gone. I've been spending all day looking for her," he lied.

The mobster stopped pacing and pinned him with a fearful glare, "You expect me to believe a guy like you got jumped by a girl?" he asked incredulously.

"She had a can of mace and sprayed me with it, next thing I know she's walloped me in the head with something. Like I said, she ran off."

Benny stood in front of him, looking menacing. "Let me make this clear so we understand each other, I want her hunted down and dealt with. Understand?"

"Sure, I'll do my best," he replied vaguely.

"You'll do it, Kelly, or I'll find someone who will."

Wearing the wire he tried to get the brothers to incriminate themselves, "Why would the girl go to the police, what happened here last night?"

"We had a little fun with the bitch, didn't we guys?" The other men in the room started laughing. "The way she was dressed we knew she was gagging for it."

"She wanted it. With all of you?"

"Let's just say that she stopped saying no after a little while."

He would have given it all up to smack the shit-eating grin off of Benny's face as the portly man stood in front of him. "Keep your cool; we need more than a half-confession to put these bastards away."

He met up with Collins later that day and handed him the recording of his conversation with the Malucci's. "Well, what do you think?"

The FBI agent removed his sunglasses and glanced at him, "It's a start. The NYPD are investigating her sexual assault claims, they're waiting on DNA from the SAE kit to come back."

"And when they do it'll be enough to put them away, right?"

"We need more than that; we need evidence linking them to all of their criminal activities. When we take them down and they find out it was you who betrayed them you''ll be praying that they lock them up and throw away the key."

He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, frustrated that he would have to keep the act up for longer. "Fine, I'll keep it up until you've got what you need and then I'm out."

"Understood, Mr Kelly." Collins gave him a small smile and he was taken aback by the first show of warmth or emotion from the dark-suited man.