I don't own anything but my character Alex. Enjoy!

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"Ou shiny," Sara sang, touching at the diamond earrings hanging from Alex's ears. It was two in the morning and the club was closing, prompting the girls to change and head out till the next night came along. Alex pulled her long sleeved shirt through her arms along with her jacket and grabbed for her purse, figuring a way to dodge Kane, the bouncer.

"You need a ride?" Sara asked, rummaging through her purse in search of her car keys.

Alex shook her head. "Colby asked Lurch to drive me home."

Colby left the club early to meet with The Irish since they had just arrived in town. But before he left he pulled Alex to the side, telling her he'd be missing their nightly romp. Instead he insisted Kane drive her home so he knew she'd arrive safely.

"You sure? Him of all people?" Sara asked, eyeing her friend with furrowed brows. Alex shrugged, still uneasy about disobeying Colby.

"Colby insisted," she said.

"Okay, well good luck and if you make it out alive, and not in the back of his hearse. I'll see you tomorrow," she giggled, giving her friend a hug before leaving the dressing room.

As Alex made her way through the empty club she second guessed even riding with Kane. Her apartment wasn't very far from the club anyways, and she figured she had two functioning legs... She could walk home.

"Hey Kane," she called out, "Don't bother... I'm gonna walk."

He gave her a strange look. "Colby said to drive you home."

She shrugged as if it was no big deal. "I'll be fine... It'll be on me if we get in trouble so don't worry," she said with a hint of sarcasm. He nodded, knowing there was no way he could force the boss' favorite into doing anything she didn't want to.

She left through the front door, the cold breeze of the early morning whisking through her body. Pulling her coat close, she walked down the dark, empty streets.

The echoing sound of her heeled boots was all that could be heard, along with a few cars driving by erratically. As she turned down her street, she could see the faint street lights outside the apartment lobby calling to her, but soon they darkened; another power outrage for the second night in a row.

"Shit," she mumbled to herself.

"Well look at you... Legs for days," she heard someone slur as they approached from behind. She groaned and quickened her pace as the drunk followed closely. "Hey, I'm talking to you," he yelled.

"And I'm not," she muttered, grabbing for her keys. The drunk quickly grabbed her shoulder, desperate for her to even acknowledge him.

"Get the fuck off of me," Alex screamed, turning quickly to knee him in the crotch but he grabbed at her wrists, pulling her closer towards him.

"Hey!" She heard a deep, raspy voice call out for the direction of her apartment building. It was Jon and he was fuming mad. He rushed over, quickly grabbing for Alex, shoving her behind him. "Get out of here," he muttered to the drunk, his eyes piercing even in the moonlight. The drunk mumbled incoherently as he stalked away, headed down the opposite direction. Alex pulled her purse strap over her shoulder, biting her lip as Jon turned around to face her. "Late night?" She asked, swaying from side to side as she lightened the mood.

He nodded, trying to hold in his temper. "Like always... You okay?" He asked, eyeing her protectively.

She nodded, walking alongside him towards their now darkened building. "Power's out?" She mumbled.

"Yeah... Came up from the garage just in time," he muttered, pulling out his keys.

"Thank you," she said, stopping as he opened the lobby door.

"Guess it's true about what you said... About the drunks around this damn place," he said, holding the door open for her. She walked through, waiting for him to follow.

"Oh you've only seen the tip of the iceberg. You haven't seen any naked people yet, which is good," she laughed, heading for the stairwell. He followed and the two climbed the stairs with Alex holding her phone for some kind of light in the darkened stairwell.

"Guess it's a good thing I'm here..." He mumbled as they finally reached their floor. "You know, keep the building safe from all these lunatics."

She smiled, walking past as he opened the door again. She paraded in front of him as they made their way down the hall, smirking to herself as she felt his eyes on her. He couldn't keep his gaze away, especially with those tight black jeans and heels teasing him. Her long, beautiful dark hair hung perfectly and he couldn't help but wonder how it would look covering her face if he had his way with her. Clearing his throat he wiped his mind clear of his thoughts, staring deeply as she looked his way.

"I guess I owe you," she said. His expression was priceless and he didn't know what to say. "You name it," she shrugged, putting the key into the lock of her door to open it. "Thanks again," she said, closing the door as Jon stood in front of his door with a huge grin on his face.

XXX

"It's too bad we couldn't meet at your place, Colby... You know I'm a sucker for strip clubs," Sheamus chuckled, disappointed they were holed up in some empty pub not even comparable to the swanky club he grew to adore.

The two sat around a table in the middle of the club while the others roamed, talking and laughing amongst themselves. A fiery red head named Becky, who was introduced as Sheamus' sister, seemed to be the rowdy one of the bunch while the timid yet striking Finn was more reserved.

"Mike said its a pretty rowdy place," Sheamus said, nodding as the bartender Corey placed a pint of beer in front of him.

"It can be... We're one of the more luxurious strip clubs in town so we're always busy."

Sheamus nodded. "So Colby... What's this I hear about you wanting our business?"

"It's true... I wanna make a deal with with The Irish," he shrugged.

"And what's in it for us?"

"Territory and notoriety... If we come to some kind of agreement I'll give you free range: where you wanna distribute and I'll make sure your name is known."

"You know in the past Damien and I had never seen eye to eye... What makes you think I'm willin' to lie down for you?"

"Wyatt," Colby said simply. "He's our common enemy, you know that."

"What's the word on him anways? Thought he was still locked up?"

"He's out... And it's only a matter of time he comes around, trying to take over mine and Del Rio's territory, eventually yours."

"If he's such a threat, why not take him out yourself? Wyatt and his goons? I have no want for him anymore."

Colby chuckled. "It ain't that easy... Bray is like a cockroach. Besides the shit with him, I wanna finally unite The Irish and The Mex to make this operation into something no one has ever seen before. I want it global."

Sheamus looked up, eyeing Becky. "What do you think?"

"Irish and Mexicans? That'll last all of five minutes before the lot of us are on the ground, bleeding out... And I don't plan on that being me," Becky snarled.

"Finn?" Sheamus called out, ignoring his sister.

"It could work," he shrugged which made Becky nudge him in disgust. "We need to make more of a name for ourselves in America. Colby supplies the blow, we gun? Sounds like a match, don't it? It could be good for us having this partnership, plus it means more money."

Becky still scoffed as Sheamus actually considered his comments. "Sixty, forty... For you."

Colby smirked. "How about fifty five, forty five? Look, we can discuss percentages all night but that's what I'm willing to offer you."

Becky shook her head while Finn was all for it. "Nach é a dhéanamh, (Don't do it)" Becky gritted.

"Stoptar sé, (Shut it)" Sheamus said, holding his hand out to Colby who was grinning ear to ear in victory. "Fifty five, forty five,"Sheamus agreed to Becky's obvious dismay.

Colby shook his hand, finalizing their agreement. "Perfect."

"Say... Seeing as we couldn't meet at the usual spot, what about some R & R at your place?"

"What'cha got in mind?" Colby asked.

Becky rolled her eyes at her brother as she thought this wasn't the greatest time for him to be thinking with his dick. "Typical," she muttered under her breath.

"How about that girl of yours? Alexandra?" Sheamus dared to ask. "A dance... Maybe a romp in her room, you know?"

Colby felt his heart twinge, like he was jealous. But he sucked back and ounce of jealousy ready to seep from his being and instead shook his head. He really had no choice. If he wanted his ties with The Irish intact then he had to keep them happy.

"Okay," Colby reluctantly agreed.

XXX

"So what do we know already?" Jon asked as he tapped his pen against the edge of the table. Antonio twirled in his chair, growing frustrated with the lack of evidence for such an important, time consuming case. "Give it to me again, Joe."

Roman sighed, so lost in the pages of paperwork and mug shots sprawled and piled in the middle of the table. "Damien was the top drug lord in all of Ohio and beyond... He's been knee deep in cocaine producing, distribution... Now he's dead and someone who goes by 'King' has taken over."

"If Damien's been in this for years, then why would someone kill him now?"

"Why would anyone kill him? He's the goddamn God father," Jon said, scratching his head. "Either he got in someone's way or someone was fucking stupid enough to put themselves deep in their own grave."

Antonio perked up. "What if this was an inside thing? What if this was a showing, like a 'Hey, look who's in charge now!'"

"So what if Damien had a business partner? And it so happened to be this 'King' guy whose trying to strut around like he's top shit now?" Joe asked, riffling through the documents. "It could be possible."

"If there's a new guy in charge, there's gonna be meets to show him off. We gotta find out where these meets are happening and I suggest we put a unit out in all the hot spots, interrogate a few people we can link to Damien... Starting at Del Rio's," Jon said, staring at a shot of Alberto Del Rio lying in the middle of the table.

XXX

"Why didn't you let Kane drive you home?" Colby asked, a cigarette hanging from his mouth. He watched as Alex strapped her long white heels, looking up at him with those dark eyes. Shrugging, she stood to her feet, making her way over to him.

"I thought I'd walk," she shrugged, letting her hands run down his chest. "I didn't think it was a big deal... Besides, I'm a big girl," she smirked.

"I know," he couldn't help but smirk, "I just don't like the idea of you walking home alone at two in the morning."

"Wasn't so bad, really," she lied. "There weren't too many creeps."

He chuckled, hanging onto his cigarette while he placed a kiss on her sweet lips. "They look good on you," he mumbled, feeling the diamond earrings between his fingers.

"I thought so too," she teased, letting her hands rest at his best buckle.

"You got a private waiting... He's a friend of mine. I think you'll remember him," He informed, letting her escape from his clutches. He watched as she applied another layer of blood red lipstick on her lips. She wore a white hot ensemble, exposing her beautiful figure teasingly.

"How do I look?" She asked, smirking as she approached. He enveloped her, his hands freely exploring her backside. "Beautiful... He's gonna love you," he mumbled, burying his face deep in her neck. He placed soft kisses along her neck, finding his way to her jaw line and lips.

"We don't wanna keep him waiting," she giggled. Colby nodded, following her out as she walked through the smoke filled club. The men looked her way and nodded Colby's way, realizing he was the supplier of this fine spectacle. As she reached her door, Colby pushed it open to greet his friend first.

"Sheamus, I'm glad you came," he said, motioning for Alex to join them.

He grinned, rubbing his face once he saw the half naked beauty in front of him. "Just like I remembered," he muttered, eyeing her up and down as a laugh escaped his lips. "I can see why she's your favorite."

Colby smiled, pouring himself a glass of Chardonnay as Alex sat atop Sheamus, her body slowly moving back and forth. This wasn't the first friend or acquaintance she danced for, and it sure as hell wasn't the first time Colby sat in on a private dance. He loved watching her body arch and tease, as if he was the one paying for the show. He leaned against the velvet wall, sipping at his glass watching as his business partner chuckled as Alex's ass grinding into his crotch.

He sipped back the rest of his drink, nodding to Alex and with that he left the room so Sheamus could get acquainted like they had agreed to early... No matter how much his blood began to boil.