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"Woah! What the hell happened here?" Jon asked as he stepped out of his unmarked car. Joe and Antonio followed, squinting at the bloodied, nearly faceless mess in the middle of an empty Fifth Avenue. The entire block was cornered off as policemen repeatedly told residents to stay in their homes and off the streets until they cleaned up the grisly horror show.

"They fucked this guy up good," Antonio said, trying to make out the remaining features. "What a mess."

"Hey, you see that?" Jon asked, pointing to the cufflink dangling from the dead man's bloody, torn shirt.

"See what?" Joe asked, standing beside Antonio.

Jon pulled on a pair of black rubber gloves, pulling at the gold, diamond encrusted 'DS' from the blood splattered dress shirt. "Damien Sandow," he mumbled as he stared at the familiar cufflink in his hand.

"Holy shit... The boss," Joe muttered, waving over a forensics officer to gather the newly found evidence.

"Who the hell did he piss off to lose his face?" Antonio asked.

"Might be a rival? " Joe asked.

"They must have been pretty fucking stupid to kill the top guy in charge. He was the kingpin, the hierarchy of everyone, pretty much... And now he's fucking dead? Either someone's got an early death wish or they're just stupid..." Jon mumbled.

"Doesn't make any sense... If Damien was the big boss and main supplier, then there must have been some kind of reason why he's dead... It's gotta be a rival, man. Maybe they got fed up or something," Joe suggested.

As Jon scanned the lifeless carcass, he furrowed his brows as he came across what looked like bloody, jagged engraved lines in his skin. Pulling away at the ripped shirt revealed a bloody "K" deep within Damien's chest.

"Well, well, well... Looks like we can finally confirm our new and only suspect," Jon said, looking at both Joe and Antonio. "K for King."

"We have intell that King is linked to Sandow, right?" Antonio asked.

"Man... You thinkin' what I'm thinkin?" Joe asked, kneeling down to inspect the carved wound.

Jon licked his lips as he stood to his feet, a sickly grin tugging at his lips. "Looks like someone new is taking over the ol' business."

XXX

"Mommy, what's a mammal?" Kylie asked as she sat around the kitchen table, her opened text book in front of her while she jotted down the answers to her homework. It was a Thursday night and Alex had the babysitter Morgan coming by in a few hours to watch Kylie as Colby called her in to cover Nicole's shift once again.

"A mammal is a warm blooded animal," Alex answered, dropping pasta into a pot of boiling water, body jolting to the sound of the home phone ringing

"Like a bear?" She asked, flipping through her work book. Alex nodded, grabbing for the phone.

"And lions and tigers and humans. You and I are mammals too," she said before answering the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey Alex," Randy greeted, a frustrated tone in his voice. "Look, I need a favour."

"What kind of favour?" Alex asked carefully, walking into the living room, away from Kylie.

"I'm sorry but I can't take Kylie this weekend," he sighed.

"Why not?"

"Boss is out of town for the week... I told him I'd finish the reports and basically look after his work while he's gone."

Alex had to contain her exasperated sigh, suppressing her built up frustrations. "This is the second weekend you've missed..." she pointed out.

"In two months, Alex... And you know how important this promotion is."

"Oh I do," Alex said with a roll of her eyes. "So what's this favour you're asking beside's skipping out on your weekend with her?"

"Can you just tell her something came up? She'll understand if you tell her."

"What am I supposed to do? I was supposed to work this weekend, Randy. Now I'm screwed."

"Alex, I'm sorry... I can help you out this weekend with money if that's what you need."

"Mommy, there's someone at the door!" Kylie called out. Alex bit her tongue, shaking her head. "No, I'll be fine Randy. I don't need a bribe to take care of our kid. I gotta go," she said, hanging up the phone while she cursed under her breath.

She stalked through the kitchen, looking through the eyehole to see Jon standing in front of her door. As she opened the door, he smiled, running a hand through his hair. "Hey."

"Hi," she greeted, leaning against the door. "What's up?"

"Cam was telling me about that project him and Kylie have... I was wondering if you guys wanted to go to the downtown museum this weekend? It'll probably help them out," he rasped.

Alex smiled, thinking that was the perfect reason why Kylie wasn't going to be spending the weekend with her dad. "Yeah, sure."

"Great," he nodded, looking down at his watch.

"Duty calls?" She asked, a small smile playing at her lips. He ruffled his hair, bearing a grin like it was Christmas morning. "Got a friend's bachelor party tonight actually."

"Sounds like fun... I won't keep you then."

He nodded. "I'll see you guys Saturday. How's one o'clock?"

"One works... Don't get into too much trouble tonight," she teased, watching as he shook his head, flashing another smile her way.

"Don't worry," he said, slowly backing away. "I'm kind of a cop remember?"

XXX

"Try these," Sara suggested, handing Alex a pair of black and white stripped heels. She grabbed them, still wondering why she was whisked away to the back as soon as she arrived.

"Colby has a bunch of us working some bachelor party and these men are gorgeous... I swear to God they`ll have you salivating with just one glance," she shrieked, pulling Alex's dark hair through a flat iron.

Alex applied her nightly makeup; eyes lined with black kohl liner and her lips painted with blood red lipstick. She wore a barely there black cropped halter and skin tight leather shorts, looking like a biker and dominatrix slapped together.

"God I wish I had your tits," Sara sighed, looking down at her own with her bottom lip hanging like her Goddamn dog just got ran over.

"These old things?" Alex smirked, standing from her chair. "Take them, cause I fucking hate them. There's nothing great about them so you're not missing out."

"I don't care. If it was that easy you don't know how fast I would jump on that offer," Sara laughed, pushing her curled raven hair over her shoulders.

"Alex," Colby called out, the two looking his way. Sara smiled, walking past him to leave the two alone.

"I know how you can make it up to me for this weekend," he whispered, placing his lips on hers. His fingers danced their way up her sides, holding her cheeks as he deepened the kiss. "How?" She breathed, her own hands resting on his chest.

"Come over tonight," he requested.

She knew there was no way of getting out of it. She was his best girl and he'd be losing a lot of money so she basically owed it to him. So she nodded her head, earning a satisfied smirk from him.

"By the way you've got a private in your room," he said, watching as she took one last look at herself in the mirror. "I'll see you tonight."

With that he left her dressing room and soon after she followed. She made her way through the club, watching as a few men eyed her as she passed.

She stood in front of the black satin door, pushing it open slowly to see Jon sitting in the middle of the room staring back at her, trying to keep his jaw off the floor.

"Uh..." He stammered, looking her up and down a million times. "Wow... I didn't know you worked here," he finally managed to utter.

"Surprise," she mumbled, stepping into the room, the door shutting behind her. "I didn't know DEA agents came to strip clubs," she said with her hands on her hips.

"Oh we do," he rasped, watching as she walked closer and closer. "Some of us can't resist them actually."

"So you're one of those guys?" She asked, standing in front of him.

"I am," he answered with a grin as she leaned into him. "Always have been. Especially when my friend's are about to get hitched and decide to get their last kicks at these places," he breathed, his eyes following the curves of her body as best he could without her noticing much.

"Have you been here before?" She asked, placing her hands on his thighs as she steadied herself. He watched her move slowly, teasingly. Shaking his head, he cleared his throat. "Never... But I gotta say it's a lot nicer than the other ones I've been to."

Smiling, she turned herself around, sitting beneath his crotch as she continued her routine. "Okay, I need to ask... Shouldn't it be the groom in this room instead of his friend?"

Chuckling, he rested his hands on the back of his head. "His girl gave him strict rules... No private dances. The guy's lucky he even made it here tonight."

She smiled."So what brings you back here?"

"The guys thought I needed this," he answered. "To get back out there, have some fun, you know?"

Nodding, she threw her head back so she rested a top his shoulder. "And how you liking it so far?"

He chuckled. "I like it."

The dance went on and as they talked, Jon had to fight back the urge to touch the beautiful, half naked women grinding all over him. She smirked as she noticed him tense as she placed her hands on his thighs again, lifting herself off of his excited body. She stood in front of him as they stared at one another, Jon licking his lips as he watched her lean down again placing a kiss on his cheek like she always did at the end of her private dances.

She smiled as she stood up again, pushing her long dark locks over her shoulder. His gaze was intense as he watched her, still sitting in the seat with his hands behind his head. He watched as she slowly made her way to the door, his eyes falling to her hips moving from side to side. His attention averted as she looked back at him, opening the door in front of her. "I'll see you Saturday," she said, walking out the door as he sat in a heap of sweat, his head falling back as he let out a soft chuckle to the now empty room.

"Goddamn it, she's hot," he mumbled, adjusting himself before he left to join his friends.