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Please note: This chapter contains references to and some violence, but nothing explicit.
This picks up literally where we just left off, and I'm not going to lie...I'm a little nervous about it. Just remember, Brittana is my OTP and this story is definitely action packed.
Chapter 30: Get Your Adrenaline Pumping Part 1
"You will find what you're looking for in my warehouse, but I suggest you make haste because your time, as is Santana's, is quickly running out." Jesse hangs up the phone the second he finishes speaking the words to Brittany Pierce, a smug smile still covering his face.
"You're a sick twisted bastard Jesse and Brittany's never going to fall for your bullshit." A voice comes from his right. Jesse turns to see a sight that makes the smile on his face grow even larger.
"You know her better than me Ms. Lopez, but I think that Brittany will want to do the right thing in this case. She's too blinded by her love for you to consider how big of a trap she's walking into." He tells the woman who is being forced into kneeling to the ground on her knees.
Santana tries to ignore the fact that her hands are bound behind her back and her face is caked in dirt and sweat, the result of being pushed down and dragged through different areas of the desert as she was forced to go with Jesse and the rest of his crew, now consisting of Brooke, Brody, Edgar and a few other key members, including two men in full black gear and masks. Santana briefly considers that both of them were part of the abduction team earlier.
She managed to hear a few bits and pieces of the others talk about how they'd only just left the warehouse thirty minutes ago. It was shortly after she and Finn were abducted by the traitorous Jake from the car crash that he had caused and Santana had been drugged into a world of black. She'd woken up in the back of the SUV with her hands already bound and a black hood still pulled over her face obscuring her from seeing anything.
When she stumbled from the car a few minutes later, the mask was ripped from her head by the rough hands of Brody and she fell. Instead of helping her to her feet, she was pulled a few feet through the hard sand without the ability to right herself. Finally, someone had hooked a hand under her armpit and helped her up. By the time she realized that Jake was no longer present in the vicinity, she was staring into the face of Jesse St. James.
Staring at him now, Santana's stomach churns.
His signature wicked smirk pulls across his lips as he watches her pant from near exhaustion at all the shit she's been towed and put through in the last hour.
Jesse is quick to have Santana turned around so she can look back in the direction that she'd just arrived from and in the distance she sees where the building he had once called his base, the warehouse, stands out like a sore thumb. She only manages a brief look, but it's enough to distinguish the building, and as Santana is spun, forcefully, back around to face Jesse again she also manages to get a good look at the rest of her surroundings.
They're somewhere just on the outskirts of the city limits. Of course, Santana has known this from the start considering the warehouse had been an old abandoned textile manufacturing building at the edge of town. Currently though, she's standing on sand, part of the desert that stretches out in front of her until it reaches the mountains, and behind Santana are the more abandoned and low-income residential areas of Las Vegas.
Even more apparent to her left, is a strip of asphalt that stretches out more than a mile long. At the end of the run, the road swerves to the left to avoid a large concrete wall that is a product of a single pillar for the overpass that rises above it.
It's the perfect strip of road for a street race, a dangerous street race.
Considering the presence of three high-end street racing cars that Jesse has lined up in waiting along the edge of the street, Santana guesses that Jesse is planning some sort of race. For whom though, she has no idea. Her thoughts are brought back to the man in front of her when his voice rings out.
"Brody, would you be so kind as to untie our little fireball?"
Brody is quick to do as his Boss orders him too, freeing Santana from her bindings. She continues to glare in Jesse's direction, where he steps forward to stand a few feet in front of her now, and she rubs the marks on her wrists left by the binds. Jesse takes two more steps until he is mere inches away from Santana; she steels herself from recoiling because she's not about to show any fear in the face of this asshole.
Not after everything he's put her and Brittany and all of their friends through.
"So, how are you feeling?" He asks, obvious mockery lacing his tone as his face is still covered by a sadistic smirk.
Santana blinks at him before she urges him closer with a quirk of her finger, leaning in as though she's going to whisper her thoughts to him. Jesse leans in slowly, but he's still blindsided by the slap that strikes him across his right cheek, Santana's hand firm and flat in her attack.
"Jódete! You worthless asshole, when Brittany gets here you'll be sorry you ever thought about messing with us. Cabrón!"
Jesse merely laughs in Santana's face, even as Brody comes up behind her to re secure her hands behind her back.
"I don't think Brittany will be joining us anytime soon, you see," Jesse begins to inform Santana, glancing back in the direction of the warehouse, "I've got a little something else in store for her."
"What are you talking about you psycho?" Santana spits back at him, struggling in Brody's grasp.
"Why what else could I mean Santana, except that Brittany is very much not going to be seeing you anytime soon."
Santana doesn't have the chance to reply before Jesse is calling over her shoulder to the man standing behind her, "Brody, are the preparations ready?"
Brody nods from behind Santana, "Yes boss. We're just waiting on Jake's confirmation."
"Lovely. I suppose until then I can fill Ms. Lopez in on a few things." Jesse says and turns his dark, hate filled eyes back on the struggling woman.
"Now, would you like to hear exactly how you got involved in all of this?"
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Brittany can't believe everything she's just been told. Because even as she, David, Cooper, and Sugar ride on their way towards the warehouse, she's still replaying everything that her crewmember, or whatever she is now, Sugar just informed her of.
Thirty minutes Before Hand - Pierce Base
"If you're going to go after him like this, then there's something you should know about everything first." Sugar says as she stops in front of Brittany.
The only thing the woman formerly known as Sugar's 'boss' can do was gap at the fact that little, innocent and sometimes exasperating, Sugar Motta has a fucking Glock strapped to her side held up by the shoulder holster attached to her. Not to mention the F.B.I. credentials that she is currently flashing in Brittany's face.
"Wait, your name really is Sugar?" Is all that Brittany seems to be able to ask as she reads the fine print of the name, Sugar Pierez, and continues to gawk at the woman.
To Sugar's credit, she maintains a look of the utmost professional manner.
"Yes Brittany, my name is still Sugar, but I'm actually Special Agent Sugar Pierez. And I think that you would probably like to know what I'm doing here."
Brittany nods dumbly, still trying to process.
"I can't really tell you much, classified and all, but I will say that the F.B.I. has had their eye on Mr. St. James for quite some time now. My partner and I were sent undercover for the investigation about a year ago. When we stumbled upon his plans to run a racing crew, that was how I came to be a part of your little group."
Blue eyes blink, still mystified by the situation. Sugar continues.
"For obvious reasons, none of this could be disclosed to you or anyone else in your crew but I want to assure you that we have a team planning a tactile attack on St. James this very second. Right now, however, it's best if I keep my cover and escort you to the warehouse."
Finally, Brittany seems to have the ability to speak, "So you've been infiltrating our crew for the past year as an undercover agent, just to take down Jesse?"
Sugar nods, "That is correct."
"What about all the illegal things that you've been participating in?"
"Technically, I haven't actually participated in any of them, and given that even trying to prevent them would surely blow cover, you can see why I haven't done much in that sense." Sugar explains and Brittany opens her mouth to say something else, but gets cut off by Sugar, "But I will assure you that your crew will be absolved of any and all of your illegal digressions in return for your help in taking down St. James."
Brittany nods, "I don't know if saying 'thank you' will make a difference, but I'm kind of glad to hear that." She says and then scratches her head awkwardly, "And um…just so you know Sugar, even if you are an undercover F.B.I. special agent, I still think that you've been an asset to this team."
A smile blooms across Sugar's face, "Thanks Ms. Pier…Britt…um thank you very much civilian Pierce."
One of Brittany's fair eyebrow's quirks, "Civilian? That's all I get?"
"Well you certainly aren't my boss," the shorter woman quips before she grins, "but it would be an honor to work for you, if what you did was legal and not endangering the lives of a bunch of other people in the process."
"Umm…thanks?"
"Of course," the special agent replies with a determined nod, not at all catching on to the hesitant tone of Brittany's voice, "now it would probably be best if we made our way to the warehouse. Shit is about to really hit the fan, and we all need to be in our places ready for it when that happens."
End flashback
Everything is all very strange when Brittany thinks about it. Almost as if she's been living in a movie or something, but in truth having Sugar on her side, and being a certified gun totter, makes the whole storming in all Rambo style a little less intimidating. At least Brittany doesn't have to worry about not knowing what to do, what with the Federal Bureau of Investigation on their side and everything.
Yeah, that's not weird to think out loud or anything.
Cooper is just pulling through the fenced gates that surround the warehouse when Brittany returns from her inner musings. She glances outside the tinted windows of the Navigator, surprised to find what appears to be quite the vacant lot surrounding the perimeter of the warehouse.
She glances towards Sugar seated in the front seat, "So, seeing as how this place looks eerily empty, do you have back up and everything planned out for this."
Sugar twists around in her seat slamming her magazine clip into the well of her gun with a wide grin, "Something like that." She responds vaguely and Brittany and David share a silent but questioning look between them.
The car is parked near the entrance of the warehouse and Sugar is first to exit the car.
"I can't give you guns, because that's illegal," Sugar deadpans as she holsters her own gun, "and anyway, the key to this operation is to remain undercover until we get all the information we can from Jesse and his crew."
Brittany nods in understanding. It makes sense, to suddenly have the four of them storming into a warehouse armed and ready would not make any sense. No doubt Jesse is waiting for Brittany, he wouldn't have sent her here if he wasn't, but surely he's not planning on being ambushed by her and her secret F.B.I. agent.
In silence, Sugar leads the way stealthily to the side entrance of the warehouse. Before she enters she looks over her shoulder at Brittany.
"Whatever happens in here, I want you to follow my lead. The key is to keep Jesse or his men talking for as long as possible until my team has the chance to storm the place. Understood?"
Three simultaneous nods are produced from the members of the Pierce-Lopez crew. Sugar nods in return and turns the knob to enter the warehouse.
The four of them sulk quietly through the shadows, past enormous shipping containers and what appear to be pallets of freight. They hear a murmur in the distance, like the voice of someone talking. Sugar halts them before they turn corners, doing her official look/check around the corners thing, her hand planted firmly on her, holy shit Brittany just realizes, second gun fitted into her outside the waistband holster on the opposite side of her other gun.
She isn't actively waving it around, Brittany notices, probably because she doesn't want to risk anyone else seeing it because it actually remains very well concealed underneath her suit jacket.
As they round one particular corner Sugar abruptly halts them when they see figures at the end of the 'corridor' and the volume of the voice from earlier increases.
"Holy shit, that's the cop from the other day." Brittany breathes as she recognizes one of two individuals strapped to a wooden chair across from a man she's never seen before. Brittany can identify the man whose face is not shrouded by the shadows as someone she saw merely a few hours ago.
"You recognize one of them?"
Brittany nods, "Yeah, the man in the chair, he came to the shop just hours ago. He's the Captain of the Henderson Police force. I've never seen that guy that's standing across from him though."
Sugar nods and pulls out a cellphone, a fancy schmancy one that Brittany's never seen before, and taps out a few things onto the screen before sliding it back into her pocket.
"The suspect doesn't appear to have a weapon on him. But let's approach him slowly and with caution."
A second later, Brittany is shoved out into the corridor first, "To maintain appearances, you go first, David, Cooper, and myself will follow. Don't say or do anything to provoke violence, we just want him to ta-"
"Talk right yeah I got it." Brittany cuts her off and then swallows the lump in her throat, "Don't let me get shot okay?"
She straightens up and begins to walk down the corridor towards where Captain William Shuester is strapped and gagged in on of the chairs. She despises the man but she'd never wish something like this on him. Besides, she has no idea who the person strapped into the chair next to the Captain could be.
Her fists are clenched tightly at her sides and she tries to remind herself to stay calm, for Santana's sake even if it is her girlfriend she's about to see in one of the chairs.
She gets about ten feet away from the suspect, really stepping out of the shadows, before the tall 'suspect' man even sees her and that's when Brittany instantly recognizes the other individual strapped in the chair next to Captain Shuester, her heart plummeting to her feet as she does.
Brittany's eyes widen, "Holly?"
Her once really good friend slowly raises her bruised face and offers a weak smile, "Hey Candy Apple Bubblegum." She manages to breathe out through a fat lip.
Blue eyes whip around to face the 'suspect' and she notices she's never seen him before in Jesse's crew but he is tall and has shortly cropped blonde hair.
"What the hell did you do to her?"
The man makes no effort to move or even open his mouth to speak. Brittany turns back around to Holly.
"Holly how did you even get caught up in this?"
It's not Holly that speaks up but Captain Shuester, "It's my fault, I pulled her into all of this years ago," he starts to explain, "tonight though I went back to your base and convinced her to come away with me. I thought we'd get to safety but he…he was there…he already knew and now…" The man trails off, hanging his head in shame.
Brittany doesn't understand, her mind is racing with various thoughts a million miles a minute. Holly meets her eyes again.
"Brittany," she says, and the use of her full name from Holly's lips instantly garners all of Brittany's attention, "I love you to death for it, but you shouldn't have come."
"She's not wrong." Someone speaks from behind the shadows behind Captain Shuester and Holly, "Although, you were sent here for a particular reason."
When he steps into view, Brittany's jaw sets in anger, her fists clench in frustration, and her eyes burn with rage.
"I knew it was you."
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"And that, Santana, is how everything came about. In a nutshell I suppose." Jesse finishes his speech on his manic, psychopath ways and leaves Santana blinking in horror and shock at the transgressions that Jesse has actually gone through, and why, to get as far as he has, and put her and her family in this position.
"You really are an insanely crazy ass psycho." She breathes out and isn't surprised when Jesse merely laughs at her words.
"Yes well, I believe it was Einstein that said 'the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results' but clearly, my efforts have aided rather than impaired me, for example you are here under my control and soon enough I won't have to worry about your girlfriend."
Santana stares at him blankly and remains silent. She wants neither to indulge him in his ramblings or risk making things any worse by questioning what he has just disclosed.
"Nothing to say now? How fitting." Jesse sneers to her before she looks over his shoulder to Brody who still holds Santana's hands in a firm grasp behind her back.
"While we wait for Jake's confirmation, why don't you enlist the efforts of everyone else and begin to prepare the cars for the race."
At these words, Santana's ears perk up.
"Race?" she inquires, "How can there be a race if there aren't any crews left to drive in it? Seeing as how you're slowly trying to destroy them all."
A boisterous laugh rips free from Jesse's mouth as his head tilts back in unabashed and inappropriately timed joy, "Oh no Ms. Lopez," he says, his face turning much more serious even as the jovial undertone remains, "the race isn't for anyone else but you."
"What are you talking about?"
"The race, the one from the very start that I began gathering members of all the crews in the area for? It was a ploy from the beginning, designed to draw you, and the Pierce crew, into my web of connections and strategies. Don't you remember what I just told you? By ensuring that you would flee here from Miami and come into contact with my associates, and surely seek refuge with the only other crew in Vegas that would make any sense-the Pierce crew-you would eventually be lured directly into my hands."
Santana's breathing picks up, she realizes that Jesse just told her a shit ton of ridiculous things, but they seemed so far fetched that she barely regarded any sort of acceptance towards them. Now though, what he's saying is adding up a lot quicker.
"Granted, I do give your means of infiltration two thumbs up, you are as they have always said, an exceptional racer, and quite the believable actress. But in the end, this is what was meant to happen. The race was designed for you, it was only ever intended for you to be a part of so that your eventual death would look like an accident."
Jesse pauses a moment to let the words sink in, and they do as Santana's eyes widen and her heartbeat picks up. She struggles some more.
"Just like Brittany's will be."
That makes Santana stop, her head whipping up as she glares at Jesse, "What to you mean 'just like Brittany's will be'?"
"Just take a look Santana, that warehouse in the distance, that's where your lovely girlfriend is currently loitering and, in a few moments, you will understand just what I mean."
As he finishes his sentence Jesse removes his cellphone from his pants pocket as Santana glances off into the distance where the warehouse stands.
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"I knew it was you."
Brittany's eyes are still blazing as the words leave her lips.
"It's nice of you to finally join us, Brittany." Officer Sebastian Smythe exclaims as he makes his way further out from the shadows. He glances first to Brittany and then to the three people standing behind her, "And good, you did bring your friends."
"What are you doing here?"
Sebastian's eyebrow quirks, "Isn't it obvious?" he waits a moment and when no one replies he smiles and leans back against a table that sits to the side of Holly and Captain Shuester, a table that Brittany realizes is littered with guns and combat knives.
He motions to every other individual in the room but himself, "I'm here to explain to you just how much you, and your family, epically screwed up and then, I'm here to ensure that you are never able to get in my or Jesse St. James' way again."
Before Brittany gets the chance to respond, someone else calls out into the silence, "You're risking everything Smythe! You should know you're never going to get away with this. Goolsby, Adams, Nelson! The entire force will realize something's wrong when I don't respond to any calls within hours."
Captain Shuester makes a valiant attempt to make it appear as though he's not helplessly strapped to a chair in the middle of an abandoned warehouse, but alas, his efforts fail him.
"You won't be around long enough for any of them to figure out you're missing in the first place, and besides, they all work for me anyway." Sebastian informs his Captain bluntly and a smirk similar to that of a Meerkat stretches across his face, "But I do applaud you for stepping up and offering your humility to go first."
Sebastian pushes off from the table and turns around to face it, his eyes scanning the tools that are gathered upon it before he picks up a Beretta 9mm semi-automatic handgun and checks the clip to see that it's loaded and ready to fire. He turns back around to face Captain Shuester and speaks as he takes a step towards the man.
Behind Brittany, Cooper and David both grab onto one of her arms as her body tenses in waiting, ready to spring into action.
"Do you remember when you lived in Miami, William?" Sebastian inquires, squatting down in front of the man.
"I grew up in Florida and ten years ago I moved to Vegas, I haven't been back sin-"
Smack! The sound of metal connecting with skin echoes through the warehouse as Sebastian knocks William in the face with the butt of the gun.
"Let's not tell lies now." He hisses as he watches his former boss slump his head and spit the blood from his mouth.
"Hitting him isn't going to solve anything!" Sebastian turns to look at Holly as she cries out at him. He raises the gun to her temple.
"Why don't you start speaking than, you're just as much a part of this as he is."
Holly squeezes her eyes closed for a moment before she opens them and looks straight at Brittany.
"I've known William for almost fourteen years," she starts to say and Brittany can feel the way her heart is beating solidly in her throat now, "the first time I met him was when I was dancing as an exotic dancer at the Spearmint Rhino with…Susan Pierce. He came in one night and I danced for him and we had a conversation. After that his visits became more frequent, but Susan always suspected that he was bad news and would constantly try to chase him off."
Brittany's mouth drops open at the words she's hearing, beliefs that had been solidified during her childhood now eroding and sliding away like an embankment on a mountain side.
"So Garrick Pierce assumed that dear William here was after his wife. He didn't realize that the fresh-faced curly haired man was actually already married and had a nine-year-old son back in Miami. He was on a business trip, and suddenly a certain blonde stripper caught his eye and he quickly forgot about the family he already had."
As Sebastian continues to talk, more and more things click together in Brittany's mind.
"You didn't come back to Las Vegas for my dad, you came back for Holly." She states, her eyes locked on the beaten man.
Captain Shuester, even through heavy ragged breaths, manages an answer, "I was in love with her. I left my wife and child and came back for her, but she was nowhere to be found. When I found out that Susan Pierce had left, I joined the police force as a means to try and keep tabs on her, but it was no use. She disappeared as quick as Susan had."
"But she didn't stay gone."
William shakes his head, his eyes turning to gaze at Holly, "No, she couldn't leave Brittany and Hunter for very long. She came back periodically and finally I managed to move up the ranks high enough that I could be considered respectable. She gave me a chance, but she told me I had to go back to Miami and make amends with my son."
Sebastian nods, "Except at that point Jesse wanted nothing to do with you."
The tired Captain merely nods his head.
"And then you had to go sticking your nose in where it didn't belong." Sebastian then speaks through grit teeth in the direction of Holly, pressing the gun into her temple once more.
"You had to snoop around in Miami after finding out about Jesse, go and become a high and mighty consultant for the D.E.A. and then get yourself all tangled up in the Lopez crew."
Brittany's eyes widen at those words and she takes a step forward as things fully drop and click into place.
"You're the one that Hector spoke to in Miami?" She blurts out but isn't afforded the chance to say much else before Sebastian rounds on her and points the gun in her direction. Brittany glares back at him in defiance.
"So Jesse has daddy issues, that's why he's involved in this fuckfest? That's why he's put me, my crew, my family and the woman I love in danger?"
"Jesse's hatred for his father is extreme, but that's not the sole thing that drove him to destroy you and your precious crew."
"What the hell do you have to do with it all? Are you just his lap dog?"
Sebastian glares at Brittany and her words as he makes a move to step towards her but David and Cooper both step in front of Brittany in a protective manner. Sebastian laughs at their antics.
"I'm sure that your…girlfriend," he emphasizes the word as though it were vile, "has told you about her and her brother's past in Miami."
"Of course she did, but she never mentioned you."
"No she wouldn't by name, I doubt she remembers my name, she didn't even recognize me when I saw her in Jesse's office not too long ago. But she would remember the incident that I was involved in with her brother," Sebastian explains, straightening up and glancing towards the taller blonde man standing still stoic as ever a few feet away, "Hector always thought himself a hero, standing up for the 'weaker kids' even though he did his fair share of bullying."
He stops and turns to walk back towards the table before attempting to resume, but Brittany beats him to it.
"You're the boy that Hector beat up? That was what, over ten years ago and you're still holding a grudge?"
This time Sebastian does manage to serge forward and swing at Brittany, but she's pulled out of reach before he connects with her.
"Hector ruined my formative years when he battered me. My parents were ashamed of me and I was forced to transfer schools. When I finally got around to feeling more in place, I ended up befriending someone I felt an attraction towards, only to find out that he was already the boyfriend of the same little boy I'd bullied two years prior. Kurt Hummel has been a stain on my shirt for the last several years, and when I met Jesse a year ago and he found out I had inside information on the Libre Albedrío crew and the Lopez siblings that ran it, we became fast friends."
"So all of this because you didn't get to be with your crush?"
"It wasn't just about that, I don't appreciate being humiliated. Plus, Jesse St. James has more power than either of your crews combined, and as his partner in the business, not only will I make more money than I could doing anything else but I will have more control of this area. Then there's the bonus of getting to eradicate Hector Lopez, and the rest of the Libre Albedrio crew forever." Sebastian explains.
"What did my brother have to do with it? Why beat him to an inch of his life and then leave him in our care?"
Sebastian sneers in Brittany's direction again, "Hunter Pierce served his purpose for us. He had connections to you and the rest of your crew, and he provided us even more inside information on the Lopez crew. He was also an easy way into the Evans crew. They hold a determined hatred towards you and wanted nothing more than the chance to cut you from competition. I infiltrated their crew, and I would have taken you out on your bike that day, if your weak brother hadn't copped out and your girlfriend hadn't taken his place to try and rescue you. After that, he was a liability."
Brittany's ears are pounding with the information she receives.
"And Finn?" All Brittany can think is Sugar telling her to keep the bastard talking. Right now he's so distracted by his own voice, he doesn't even realize Sugar shifting behind the seats that Holly and William are in.
"Finn Hudson, the step-brother of Kurt Hummel. Another means to an end, we had leverage on him with both his brother and his girlfriend being in the Lopez crew. He was our original inside man from the moment they left Miami, when Hector thought he was getting away clean."
"So everyone is connected?"
Sebastian spins around with that animal like grin covering his face, "In someway or another yes, isn't that remarkable?"
Brittany stares at him, long and cold as her eyes turn hard and her jaw sets in anger, "I think you're all a bunch of sick twisted fuck ups that really need to be taught a lesson or two."
"Oh, and is it you and your merry band of fancies that are going to teach me this lesson? Are we going to have a sing off and let our emotions out through song?"
Taking a step forward and wrenching her hands away from Cooper and David, Brittany gets right in Sebastian's face, "No I'm going to knock your teeth out and then knock the shit out of you for every single person you've hurt or involved in this mess."
"I so enjoy the thought of you even attempting that. Please, do try."
She's about to take another step forward and swing her fist into Sebastian's weasel face when a voice calls out from behind her, she thinks she vaguely recognizes it.
"There will be no need for fighting, Officer Smythe."
Brittany turns around to watch the other person step from the shadows, her blood running cold as she sees who it is.
"Ah finally. So nice of you to join us Puckerman." Sebastian seethes the man steps out of the shadows to stand beside him. Brittany's heart falls to her stomach as she recognizes Jake Puckerman, the guy that was supposed to be on the inside with Santana. "I assume that it's all taken care of? What took you so long anyway?"
"I don't get paid for my time, I get paid for how well the job is done, and I do my job well," Jake responds, his eyes momentarily glancing to the tall blonde haired man standing next to Sebastian, "Hudson has been disposed of, and Hector Lopez and his sister will very well meet their fates soon."
"You fucking bastard!" Brittany shouts lunging forward towards the traitorous man, but she's quickly halted by David and Cooper behind her as the desperately grasp her by the waist and arms again, trying once more to prevent her from getting herself killed.
Suddenly, Jake is holding something up in his hands and facing it towards Brittany and the rest of the crew. At first glance it appears like a little car key fob, like the ones that someone would use to lock or unlock their car.
"I wouldn't do that Ms. Pierce," Jake instructs, shaking his head and Sebastian comes to stand next to him, "this warehouse is rigged with explosives and one wrong move will set them off, leaving you in here and no proof of us."
"You're lying."
"Would you risk your life and the life of your crew on that belief?"
Brittany's fists ball at her sides, but she shakes her head. "Why'd you do it?" She then finds herself asking and Jake lets out a bored sigh.
"Why else does anyone get into the drug business?" he questions and glances towards his comrades who smile and nod, "It simply pays better." And they all burst out laughing as though they were in some pub drinking away their long and entertaining days, sharing jokes with buddies.
"All along?" Brittany has to know. How far back do these people and their sabotage go?
"Since before I even met you I've been in with the Lopez crew." For a second Brittany thinks she sees some hint of guilt flash in Jake's eyes, but she doesn't bother to take the chance to think about it.
Instead, Brittany finds herself launching her body at Jake, her hands outstretched to knock the fob out of his hand as she barrels into him. Commotion breaks out all around them as Cooper launches himself at Sebastian and David at the other guy.
Brittany lands a punch to Jake's jaw and receives a blow to her stomach a second later, not as hard as she's expecting but probably because of the angle they are scrambling around on the ground in. Brittany knees Jake in the groin and rolls off him, jumping up to scramble over to where the fob has skidded to a halt. Out of the corner of her eyes she notices Sugar escorting Holly and Captain Shuester away from the disorder.
When she turns back to face the men still rolling around on the ground fighting she finds her voice, "Stop!"
Everyone does as they turn to look at her. Cooper is passed out on the ground, David has the other guy in a headlock, and Jake, she realizes with a panic, is nowhere to be found. Again she doesn't have a moment to consider anything as she watches Sebastian lift the gun in his hand to Brittany's level, forcing her to raise the key fob thing higher as she holds it in her right hand.
"Stop, or I'll press it!"
"You don't have the guts." Sebastian spits back, cocking the gun.
She gives him a roguish grin, "You don't know me at all. Everything is in fate's hands now."
The sound of a shot firing rings out through the otherwise quite of the warehouse and Brittany's thumb slides over the button on the fob, her heart thudding with adrenaline.
A sharp pain pierces her body, somewhere on her right side, and then everything goes black.
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"You remember when I sent your little girlfriend to the warehouse because I told her she would find you there?"
Before Santana gets the chance to answer a resounding boom echoes out from the distance and everyone's eyes flicker to the warehouse that is suddenly exploding in a great ball of fire and flame right before their eyes. Santana's eyes blink rapidly, disbelieving in what she is witnessing, not wanting to think about the words that Jesse is speaking.
Her eyes slant towards him, edged in panic, "I don't believe you!" She yells, pulling once more at her bound hands. Jesse merely smirks in response, tapping a few more buttons on his phone that he still holds in front of him.
Santana watches, her hands still held behind her back by the plastic man Brody, as Jesse holds the phone out in front of him. She hears the sound of a ringing phone line before there's a click and shuffling from the other end.
"Yes sir?" She recognizes the voice of Jake Puckerman.
"Jake, the work looks wonderful. Now tell me, is it done?"
There's a pause from the other end of the phone until Jake's voice crackles over it, "It's done, Pierce came with her little friends just like you thought she would."
Jesse smiles and nods, turning to look back at Santana who is staring at him in shock as he replies with "Good, I can't thank you enough Jake for taking care of the Pierce problem."
He hangs up the phone without another regard in the world and takes a few steps towards Santana who is slowly beginning to let words escape her mouth.
"No...no…NO! NOOO! NOOOO!" She starts yelling hysterically the closer Jesse gets to her, the flames still licking from the warehouse a half a mile away flickering in the reflection of her eye. Jesse stops before her and holds the screen of his phone up to her illuminating a picture to Santana's eyes.
Before her on the screen of a phone she sees the naked hand of one Jake Puckerman holding a dirty and bloodied shirt in his clenched first. A shudder runs through Santana's body as she recognizes the shirt. It's the same one that she last saw Brittany wearing.
"Now all I have to do is capture your meddling brother and dispose of him and I can finally control Vegas and Miami without any insolent fathers, or incessantly annoying crews that keep getting in my way to worry about." Jesse says to her before he pulls the phone away from Santana's face.
Without the ability to control herself, Santana's body loses its motor functions and she suddenly falls to the desert sand, her knees crashing against the hard packed earth as the air rushes from her lungs in a giant gasp.
"Let's get her into a car shall we." Jesse calls to Brody.
Even in brief inebriation, Santana refuses to be move without a fight. She thrashes and lashes out with her fists, connecting once or twice, and vicious words as it takes both Brody and Edgar, and one of the other men in full black to hold her still as they grab her wrists and legs still and put a hand to her mouth. The other man dressed in full black walks up beside her, the same needle he held before back in his hands. Santana shakes her head and muffles out protests through the hand that's clamped around her mouth.
She glances up and notices the man is not wearing any glasses and thus not shielding his eyes. For a moment she thinks she recognizes the light blue orbs before there's a pricking pain in her arm and her vision starts to go blurry. She vaguely feels herself being carried towards something as she is set down in the passenger side of a car. Her hands are placed in her lap and her legs are swung into the car.
Just before she drifts off fully she hears a familiar voice whisper, "Almost done San."
The man in the full black ensures that Santana is properly tucked into the car before he raises his sunglasses to his eyes and glances across the way to his buddy, Tortuga, getting into the car next to him.
Behind him he hears the voice of Jesse St. James telling his second, "Brody, all you need to do is make sure that those other two don't screw this up."
The man smirks to himself from under his mask, this is going to be one wild ride.
So this was getting long and has thus been split up into two parts. I don't want to risk having a lot of bricks thrown at me, so I can have the second part out by Sunday if that's something you are all interested in?
Considering there are only a few more chapters left now is the best time to get all of your anger and frustration out and just really let me know what you're thinking. I seriously love to hear all of your thoughts and predictions.
As always, thank you so very much for reviewing, favoriting, following, and reading! I can't even believe that this story has over 500 reviews. You're all incredible!
Translations:
¡Jódete!: is basically (so I've been told) 'Go eff yourself' or 'Fuck off'.
¡Cabrón! : in this case I'm using as bastard (even if the literal term is more along the lines of 'mothereffer'.) So vulgar Santana, she gets that way when she's pissed.
Also, looking for some good stories? I recommend:
Anything by hlnwst, she's a boss when it comes to Brittana
Perfectly Censored is a master of the English language and writes amazing prose
Cactusgirl329 just finished 'Sirens' and it's pretty epic.
LeighKelly has this awesome story called 'Beautiful Life'
There are many more, and I'll share them with you next time!