Sorry this is such a short update, but enjoy anyways ;) Again, I don't own anything but my character Alex!
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"The mother load!" Antonio exclaimed, watching as the crate of evidence left the old, run down building they had just ambushed.
After the interrogation with Alberto, they'd moved onto another gang member they had previous run ins with before, after an anonymous tip revealed Xavier Woods and his gang.
They had a unit do stake outs outside his known hot spots and eventually linked him to this run down old shit hole. It was purely luck with the tip off actually being credible, as well as the amount of evidence being wheeled out. Jon and his crew were certain they could somehow link this evidence to King.
"One down," Joe smiled.
"But how many more to go is the next question," Antonio mumbled. "Find anything Jonny boy?"
Jon had a crate full of guns pried open, rummaging through it quickly before it was hauled off to the station. He came across one in particular that caught his eyes... The handle was engraved with Celtic symbols, which could only mean one thing.
"Irish," Jon mumbled, holding the handle of the gun for both Antonio and Joe to see.
"We got a sloppy job here? Somehow one of the big boss' gun got caught in the mix?" Antonio asked.
"Irish aren't stupid... Why the hell would they accidental mix their shit with this?" Jon asked himself.
Joe pointed to the other crates in front of the DEA van, wondering if this was all a part of the anonymous tip they received: '2345 Westfield East... Gats... You'll be interested in knowing this all ties together.'
What was this?
Then it clicked in. There must have been something more to this shipment. Jon opened the next crate with a crowbar, throwing the top to the ground. Grabbing a block from inside, the packaging matched what Hunter had said and showed Jon before: it was black, and matched the other product they had seized from the beginning... But the more prominent feature shining brightly was a small grey 'K' on the side of the block.
"King," Jon mumbled. "Ain't too discrete these days... It's like a Goddamn calling card advertisement. Looks like the Irish and this guy are working fucking together."
"Fuck..." Joe exhaled.
"We ask Woods everything he knows... Maybe we can cop a plea if what he says is useful... This is getting big, boys," Jon said, staring back at the crate. "Fucking Irish made a deal with the devil."
"Or it's the other way around," Joe mumbled.
"Could be either way," Antonio shrugged, "But either way you look at it, they've come together and expanded the business and it's only a matter of time distribution gets out of control."
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"She was with the DEA agent you saw on the tapes," Sheamus said, running at his bearded chin. He sat across from Colby and Alberto, drinking the finest Irish whiskey courtesy of Sheamus. Tonight they were at Sheamus' hideout, discussing the possibility of Alex' involvement with the DEA, if any. What Finn saw was critical and made Sheamus and Alberto question her loyalty, but Colby couldn't be bothered. He thought it was a chance meeting, her and the DEA agent. Maybe they'd actually known each other for awhile, like they were long time friends, and they happened to go out one night. She knew nothing of the business he ran outside the club, but that wasn't convincing enough for the furious men.
"Then what the hell was she doin' with him?" Sheamus gritted, pouring himself another drink.
Colby sighed. He'd been over it a million times before. "I don't know... Maybe she knows him. But she sure as hell doesn't know anything I don't want her to."
"Maybe we should get rid of her," Alberto suggested. Both men stared with piercing eyes, as if the look itself could rip him to shreds for uttering those words.
"No," Colby was quick to say.
"I agree... But before you go ahead making rash decisions Alberto, at least have a taste of her first," Sheamus laughed.
"Nobody touches her..." Colby threatened. "If she's a problem, then she's my problem."
"Leave it to me," Sheamus said, standing from his chair, "Don't worry, Colby. I've taken a liking to your women... But she needs to know who owns her so she doesn't go making mistakes she'll later regret... Trust me."
With that he left the room and descended down the hall. He crept to the closed bedroom door where Finn and Alex occupied, the loud moans growing louder as he got close.
Opening the door he could make out the two bodies in the darkness. Finn wasn't fazed one bit as he finished the deed, grunting and thrusting harder and harder till he felt release. He smirked, knowing Sheamus stood in the doorway watching. Alex lay in a haze as Finn climbed off of her, mumbling back and forth with Sheamus before he left the room wearing nothing but a robe.
Sheamus turned the dim light, closing and locking the door behind him to make sure it was just him and Alex. She lay still on the bed, the covers pulled up to her chin as he sat down beside her.
"Don't need to be modest in front of me," he shrugged.
She didn't know what to say, even if she wanted to. Words were impossible at the moment.
"I need to speak with ya."
She sat up a little, the covers pressed to her chest. He inched closer, placing his hand on her cheek. "You know... Your loyalty doesn't only lie with Colby, darlin'."
"I know that," she said quietly.
"I don't think you do. You're not only Colby's but you're mine as well... In every way," he warned, letting his finger linger across her top lip. "Do you understand?"
She nodded slowly.
"You're loyal to us and only us. No outsiders," he said, slowly letting his finger drop, parting her lips in the process. "No DEA."
She tensed and she was sure he noticed. How they knew her involvement with Jon was beyond her. Maybe they were watching her every move as whatever business Colby and Sheamus were caught up in would interest the DEA.
"Do you understand?" he asked again, bringing her back to reality.
She couldn't say no. She couldn't tell him she had taken a liking to this man they saw as an enemy, a threat. So she nodded, feeling like she signed her life away... She did. She was Sheamus' property, and with that look in his eyes she knew if she failed him or gave him any incentive to doubt her trust, he would kill her.
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"You're not gonna tell me anything, are you?" Alex asked quietly as they pulled up to her apartment building. Colby shut the car off, throwing out the last little bit of his cigarette through the crack of the window.
"I can't," he simply said. "Even if I wanted to, I couldn't... You don't need to be involved."
"I already am," she said, "I'm fucking these guys."
"I know, I know," he mumbled, rubbing at his temples as if that realization stabbed at his brain. "And I'm grateful you are... I wouldn't have his business if it wasn't for you."
"Am I just a pawn?"
Colby knew that's how it looked, but he couldn't admit it to her face. "Alex..."
"Why did he threaten me?"
"He's just making sure we're protected... That were all protected."
Alex didn't want to ask about Jon. At this point, they knew something about him. She even questioned her own involvement with him, as well as continuing this friendly relationship between them... Was it worth is safety?
"So I'm in this now?"
"Yes," Colby answered.
"Can I get out of this?"
"No..."
"What happens if I try?" she dare ask.
He took a deep breath, unable to process what he thought would happen if she ever denied The Irish. "Something I'll never be able to live with... You know I care about you, Alex... But this is how it is, and I'm sorry I got you involved. But as long as you're with us, I'll make sure you're safe."
"Goddamn it," she mumbled, knowing everything he'd just said was the truth.
"No more DEA," he reminded her, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a wad of cash. She didn't say a word as she grabbed for the money, opening the car door and leaving Colby inside while she reached the lobby door.
The entire ride in the elevator, she thought of how stupid this seemed. She knew nothing, absolutely nothing about whatever Colby and Sheamus were so secretive about. Yet, her feelings for Jon were jeopardized and her "orders" of having to avoid Jon at all costs was fucking impossible. He was her neighbor, for God sakes. Her kid was in the same class, they had projects together. He'd taken her out on dates, which she enjoyed. She saw his face whenever Sheamus and Finn had her, longing for the feeling of him instead of them. She wasn't ready to abandon the idea of him.