Here we go... We're getting things started. Again, I don't own anything but my character Alex. Enjoy ;)
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Alex placed her hands on Colby's chest as she slammed herself up and down on him, their heavy breathing fogging the windows of his black Mercedes Benz. His hands gripped at her hips, guiding her rhythm as he threw his head back, completely over taken with pleasure.
This really wasn't the most unusual place they had sex. Usually his office or on top of the bar when the club was closed would suffice. Every now and then Colby insisted she come back to his place and spend the night which she always denied, saying whatever this was between them couldn't get to that point, at least not yet. So tonight it was the inside of his car for the two.
The two neared the end as Colby groaned and Alex bit her lip, silencing her own sounds. She collapsed on top of him, her face buried in the crook of his neck as she tried to regain her breathing. Colby chuckled, lifting her head in his hands to kiss her lips. "Come back to my place," he urged, his fingers playing with the hem of her bunched shirt around her waist.
She smirked, kissing him again. "You already know the answer to that," she said.
Colby shrugged, a slight feel of defeat hitting him hard. "I know... But one of these days I'll convince you."
She fixed her black pencil skirt and t-shirt, climbing into the passenger's seat as Colby adjusted himself. He soon started his car, pulling out of the empty parking lot of his club and onto the street.
"You were good tonight... You're like a sexy, porcelain doll when you're on stage, you know that?" he asked, lighting a cigarette dangling from his mouth. Alex smiled, pulling her dark hair into a ponytail. "You say that every night," she laughed.
He shrugged, pulling onto her street. "Only because it's true, sweetheart."
"Well thanks," she smiled.
He pulled up to her apartment building, idling his car as he reached into his pocket. He pulled out a wad of cash from his wallet, mostly small bills like twenties and fifties, handing them to Alex. "Your cut... And a little extra," he said, blowing smoke from his mouth. She grabbed for the money, but Colby held on tightly. "Come here," he whispered, holding his cigarette between his fingers. She smirked, leaning over in her seat to place a kiss on his lips.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"Not a problem... I'll see you Friday, baby."
With that she exited his car, pulling her coat closer to her body as the cool air blew sharply. Colby was about to pull onto the street again, hearing the annoying ring and buzzing of one of his cells in his glove compartment. He pulled out the vibrating device, reading the name 'Joey' emanating from the screen. "Yeah?" he asked, pulling back onto the empty street, the cell resting between his shoulder and cheek.
"You busy?" Joey asked, a frustrated tone to his voice.
"I was," Colby said, throwing his cigarette out the window. "What's going on?"
"Uh, we got a problem, King," Joey said as yelling and loud bangs could be heard in the background.
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Alex unlocked the lobby door, letting herself into the building with a huff. She hated the cold and the fact that she grabbed the shortest skirt possible to wear home... Or ever. She pressed the fifth floor button, entering through the doors as they opened.
"Late night?" she heard from beside her. She snapped her head in that direction, her eyes connecting with Jon's as he leaned against the elevator wall. His eyes were tired and his face stubbly, looking as if he'd drop to the ground any second from exhaustion.
"I could say the same thing about you," she smiled slyly, unbuttoning her jacket.
"I guess you can," he said, leaning his head back. Alex's gaze explored his handsome features, slowly adjusting to the silver badge hanging off a chain, peaking through his black jacket. "You're a cop?" she asked, pointing to his chest.
He looked down, smirking to himself. "I am... Well I work for the DEA. I'm an agent," he answered. "But I'm here to protect and serve, I guess you could say."
She smiled, her eyes darting to the opening elevator doors. "Good to know you live just three doors down."
"It is a good thing since I heard about all the crazy shit that's happened here over the years," he said, walking down the hall side by side with Alex.
She nodded, digging out her keys from her jacket pocket. "There's been a couple of loons here. Harmless, but it's no fun when naked drunk assholes run around scaring the shit out of your child and you can't explain to them what crack is."
"I haven't heard about that one," he laughed.
"Lucky you... But it looks like were safe now."
He chuckled, stopping in front of his door as Alex continued down the hall to her apartment. "You know where I live if you see any naked drunks," he called out.
"Good to know, Agent Shaw," she smiled, taking one last look at him before he descended into his apartment. "I'll see you around."
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Colby stepped out of his Benz parked near an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town; a place the townspeople and law enforcement seemed to forget existed. As he approached the doors, small lights flickered, shining a path in the darkness. Joey and Jamie stood in front of the entrance, guns strapped to their hips as they sucked back the smoke of their cigarettes. They were bothers, pretty much bred into this business like their father before them. Damien thought they were a couple of loyal, trust worthy guys but after being ambushed and beat the hell out of, he thought otherwise. For awhile the two brothers had been won over by Colby, determined Damien was old news and Colby was the future of this business now.
"What the hell happened?" Colby snapped as he stood in front of the two.
"Damien was dogging us... He was planning on selling you out, even got in touch with that rat Mike about it. Before we rounded this piece of shit, cops were buzzing around his place... They're onto him again and I think you know what needs to be done, boss."
Colby was fuming. Damien Sandow was his "business partner" and he would even go as far as calling him somewhat of a father figure. He showed him the ropes and how to establish himself in this line of work. Damien was confident that one day he could take over and make him proud, or so he thought. Now the basterd was going sell him out and take all of their shared profit, probably have him lying in a ditch somewhere, dead. But with everything finally coming to light, it was obvious Damien wasn't leaving this warehouse alive or in one piece.
Colby entered the warehouse with Joey and James in tow, following closely behind him. They passed the few rooms housing heaps beyond heaps of cocaine blocks, ready for trade and dirty money. There in the middle of the warehouse sat a beat up Damien tied to a wooden chair, his mouth gagged and limbs bound tightly in rope. His rugged face was covered in blood, his eyes black and swollen from blunt trauma and purple bruises blotting his skin. He peered through his heavy eye lids, watching as Colby approached him with a lit cigarette dangling from his mouth. He knew he fucked up and ultimately accepted what was in store for him, seeing as this was the end.
"Hey Damien, you backstabbing son of a bitch," Colby snarled, kneeling in front of the bloody, torn apart man. "You really thought you could sell me out? Really?"
He punched him across the face, roughly grabbing his chin to look him in the eye. "You're as stupid as they come... Mike works for me now, as well as Jamie and Joey. Bet Mike had you convinced he was gonna be kill me for your own personal gain, huh? Think again."
Damien's head fell as he winced in pain- blood dribbling from the open wounds around his eyes. He should have known Mike was as filthy as they came... A squealer. A goddamn rat who was virtually invisible this entire time. He grunted, seemingly frustrated he hadn't seen it sooner or killed Colby himself.
"Truth is, you never could have gotten our little business venture to where it is today without me," Colby muttered, blowing smoke into Damien's battered face. "This is all me now, Damien... And you sure as hell ain't taking anything away from me. Now that I have everything we've worked for, I don't need you. I should have killed you long ago."
Colby stood to his feet, approaching Joey as he handed him his gold plated hand gun. Damien started mumbling incoherently as he heard the gun cocking, cringing as he awaited his fate.
"Goodbye Sandow," Colby muttered and without a flinch, he turned around and shot him square in the face, the ear splitting echo running through the warehouse. He swore under his breath as the fragments of what was left of Damien's skull painted the floor and part of his expensive black shoes.
"Clean this fucking shit up," Colby muttered, pointing to the floor as he gave Joey the gun to rid of fingerprints.
"Where do you want this asshole dumped?" Jamie asked, kicking at the lifeless body limp on the chair.
Colby chuckled darkly, wanting nothing more than to instil who was now fully in charge of this operation. And what better way than to send a message, along with a mess of a corpse? "When I'm done with him, get this sack of shit on display in Fifth Avenue right in front of Del Rio's... He needs to know whose running things now."