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Weekly meets were accustom at the club, after business hours whenever Alex was working as Sheamus insisted.
He'd always request a private show afterwards and Colby always obliged. He had no choice and neither did Alex.
She had to take it as if she enjoyed his fingers brushing past her hips, sliding in between her legs. A dance was pointless seeing how fast he'd have her pressed against the wall or her legs over his shoulders, fucked senselessly by this rough man.
She was a million miles away, thinking of his face instead of this Irish brute. She even found herself tempted to call out his name, imagining it was him inside of her instead.
Since her "date" with Jon a few weeks back, he was all she ever thought about. Especially when she'd have to do these favors, her head clouded with thoughts of him. She wondered what it'd be like, straddling his lap while she watched his face contort beautifully with pleasure. She wondered if he was rough like this Irish man or gentle and more of the caressing type like she preferred.
She would be pressed with her back against the wall, hands pinned above her head and legs wrapped around this Irish as he drove her into the velvet concrete. His hips violently gyrating only meant he was nearing the end, thankfully.
Sheamus would never leave a mark, or even bother to kiss her. Colby didn't mind... He'd rather it be him leaving the markings. When he'd finish, he'd quickly adjust his slacks and throw away his condom in silence. Alex was always left leaning against the wall till her legs no longer felt like they'd fail her.
But that night was different. He'd place his hands on either side of her cheeks, roughly pressing his lips against hers. "You're as good as you taste," he muttered. "I'd love for my men to have a taste of you too."
She found herself walking up the steps of some fancy house... A mansion of sorts. Beside her was Colby, feeling uneasy that Sheamus insisted she come along to another meeting. He'd never thought of involving her in any of his business, except for the club. He knew the DEA had their eyes on him, as his alias of course, as well as Del Rio who was sitting this meet out. But of course, he needed to keep Sheamus happy and their involvement with the Irish intact. So here she was, dressed in the most expensive, revealing white dress he'd bought just for the occasion with diamonds hanging from her ears and around her neck.
"Thanks for coming with me tonight," he said as they stood in front of the entrance.
She nodded. "No problem," she said, still unsure how this night was going to end and replaying Sheamus' words from the night before.
"I'd love for my men to have a taste of you too."
The two entered the elaborately decorated house, escorted to a large sitting room with a bunch of men, and one women staring as the two walked in.
"Ah!" Sheamus said, a grin pulling at his lips as he saw Alex walk in with Colby. He turned to look at the younger, clean cut man beside him, dressed in a fitted all black suit. He whispered something into his ear, which he thought was amusing as his lips curled into a smile, staring intently at Alex. His look was intimidating, even making Colby a little uneasy.
"Welcome," Sheamus said, standing from his chair. He walked over to where the two stood, grabbing Alex' hand in his. He placed a kiss on her hand, obviously striking a cord with Colby. But he kept his composure, unwillingly.
"If you don't mind," he started, looking at Colby this time, "I'd like to get started."
"Whatever you want," Colby nodded.
"Great," Sheamus said, staring Alex up and down. Tonight was just a casual meet, soaking in the success of their alliance. While himself and Colby would be busy discussing whatever business, Alex was to entertain Finn. It was only a ploy to see how committed Colby was to this new brotherhood, if you could call it that. If he could accept sharing his girl, then The Irish could be certain he would hold nothing back and commit fully to this new found operation.
Colby left Finn and Alex in the sitting room as the rest of his men and the women followed them out, closing the large heavy doors behind them.
"Want something?" Finn asked as he approached the bar, pouring himself a whisky on the rocks.
She thought about it. Maybe something strong would make her forget about these sexual favours she was letting herself commit. "I'll have what you're having," she answered.
He nodded, pouring her a whisky as well. Slowly he walked on over, handing her the glass. He downed his in one gulp, cradling his glass between his hands. She followed, cringing as the golden liquid burned her throat. Slowly he took the glass from her hand, placing them on the table beside them. "Come," he said, walking past her and into a separate room adjacent to the one they were in. It was a small bedroom, decorated in dark blues and silver. It was dimly lit, a fire place sparking as he was expecting her.
Shutting the door behind, he occupied the chair while she stood at the foot of the bed. "If you don't mind, I'd like to watch you first," he said.
All the while Colby gritted his teeth as Sheamus' rowdy men sat around a screen emanating the images of Finn unzipping her dress and discarding it to the ground.
"I hope you don't mind... But I said all my men would get a taste of her," Sheamus laughed.
"Thought we were discussing business?" Colby asked, his eyes dead set on the image of Alex on the bed, her legs spread with her fingers kneading her most delicate spot.
"Your girl 'ere looks like business to me," Sheamus said while the room erupted into her laughter.
"I agree with Mr. Lopez," Becky said, her eyes rolled. "Were not 'ere to see Finn get his dick wet."
"Excuse this one," Sheamus laughed, pointing to his sister. "She doesn't know a good time if it came up and slapped 'er in the face."
"Asshole," Becky mumbled.
"But if it's business you want then we'll discuss... I can always get a piece of her later," he smirked.
Colby ignored that statement, along with the image of Finn's head between Alex's legs. Instead he took a seat farther away from the screen while the others looked on.
"You talk to your guys back home?" He asked.
Sheamus nodded, sitting opposite of him. "Becky did. They weren't too sure about it at first but they've seen the numbers and the connections we've been able to make. The next shipment will come the following week in exchange for what we discussed, fifty five, forty five... But I'll tell ya, it's never been better."
"And we'll keep it that way... Like I said, I want this global and Del Rio does as well."
"Speaking of ol' Del Rio... What's this I 'ere about the DEA?"
Colby sighed. "It was nothing, trust me... But I looked into the tapes from The Casa, got a good look at these guys so we know who they are when they're coming."
"And what's your plan for when they keep knocking, wanting to take us down if they find out who we are?"
Colby smiled, reaching into his jacket pocket. He pulled out three black and white screen shots from the tapes, revealing clear images of Antonio, Joe and Jon. "Then I'll take care of it... They start warming up to either one of us, you, Del Rio or myself, then I'll take them out. It's as easy as that... Nothing is getting in the way of our affiliation, especially a couple DEA assholes."
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"Thanks for taking me out," Alex smiled, raising her glass of white wine to her lips. Jon smiled back, shrugging.
"No problem... Looks like you needed it."
"Yeah, I agree with you... And maybe a decent night's sleep while we're at it," she smiled. She really did need a night out and a glass of wine, maybe a bed by the time this date was over with. The last couple nights she'd spent with Colby, but the two always ended with with Sheamus, and Finn. This sketchy lifestyle she had been thrusted into had finally caught up to her and she really didn't know how much longer she could put up with it.
Sex with Colby was one thing. It was a no strings attached act that she was okay with. But sex with both Sheamus and Finn was frightening. She knew nothing of these men, and what they were capable of doing. She couldn't even say no or push them away when undressed her, fearing what they'd do if she triggered their anger. The more she thought about the recent days she'd spent with the three, Colby was just as frightening. She knew he was connected with the two through some kind of business, and now he'd let her get caught up in this web of sex favours.
Shaking her head loose, she sipped at her glass again trying to focus her mind on the man sitting in front of her. He'd finally asked her on another date, this time to a fancy restaurant the two could care less about. He would have rather Big Al's, or even a pizza in front of a TV. But he figured a traditional fancy ass dinner was the way to go, and she was appreciative.
"So... How's work?" she smiled, eyeing the chain holding his badge, peeking through the collar of his shirt.
He chuckled. "Busy... Can't you tell?"
"I thought it was like an undercover sting... Maybe I'm the bad guy," she teased, the flirtatious tone of her voice sending shivers down his spine.
He leaned in his chair, his beautiful blue eyes staring straight at her. "There's nothing bad about you."
"How can you be so sure?"
"'Cause if there was, I would have already found out."
"Does that mean you gave your date a background check?" she giggled.
He shrugged in defence, a smirk on his lips. "Hey, I needed to make sure I wasn't going out with a lunatic."
"So what'd you find out?"
"Not much for a twenty nine year old, Alexandra Marie Taylor."
"I'm that boring, huh?"
"Nah... Not boring... You're pretty interesting. Why'd you think I asked you out twice?"
"Thought you wanted another dance."
He shook his head. "That's just a bonus... I told you there was something more to ya."
"Determined, aren't we?" she smiled.
"I never back down."
"You sure about that?"
"Yep," he answered confidently.
"Well, maybe I'll make it worth your while then," she said, their gaze so intense. How they could make one another hot from simple eye contact was exciting. They were so focused on each other that from across from the bar in the middle of the restaurant stood Finn, staring.
He gave them both a double take, recognizing the DEA Agent from the photo Sheamus showed him. He questioned why she was seated across from him, convinced she was Colby's all this time... Was she ratting? Was she betraying Colby as well as the Irish brotherhood? One thing was for certain... It sure as hell looked like it.
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"It's all there... But you can count it if you want," Xavier said as he handed Colby a large bag filled with hundreds and thousands of dollar bills. He stood alongside Alberto as Joey and Jamie loaded the crates of cocaine and guns into Xavier's van, the result of their transaction.
"How's this working? The Irish and The Mex?" Xavier asked, amused about the word on the street.
"Match made in heaven, Woods," Colby said, popping a cigarette in his mouth. "Irish control the guns but we get a percent of the profit... Couldn't be better."
"You heard about Wyatt and his gang?"
Both Colby and Alberto shook their heads. "They ain't too happy about the arrangement between all of you...
The Irish was supposed to be their thing."
"Before he got locked up which ultimately screwed that up... I could care less if he's happy or not," he said, lighting his cigarette.
"I'm not backing him up or anything," Xavier defended, "But he's vile... It's only a matter of time before he comes around, trying to reclaim what he thinks is his."
Alberto felt the pocket of his jacket as his phone vibrates against his chest. He excused himself, backing away as he answered a call from Finn.
"We'll be ready," Colby announced, "Damien's vision is bigger then what he ever thought it would be... Now we have an alliance. We'll take out The Wyatts if it comes down to that."
Xavier smirked. "Then I shouldn't have to wish you luck?"
"Nope."
Nodding he extended his hand which Colby shook before Xavier walked to his van just as Jamie loaded the last of the shipment. "No matter what, keep doing what you're doing... It's working," he said, stepping into the van and shutting the door.
Just as he drove off, Alberto approached, shoving his phone back into his jacket pocket.
"Everyone seems to think these Wyatts are a threat... Could be bad for business," Colby muttered, sharply exhaling the smoke.
Alberto looked tense. "Think we got a bigger problem than those Wyatts," he said.
Colby was confused. "And what's that?"
"Finn called... Said he saw your girl Alex out with the same DEA Agent that's stepped foot in my place."