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"Drink," Finn instructed, eyeing the full wine glass in front of Alex. The two sat in same fancy restaurant they'd been to for a week a half. It was of Finn's choosing, under Sheamus' strict rules while him and Colby were busy on runs and meets. She was to be looked after, whether it be Finn or Sheamus' sister. But Becky always refused, saying she'd never step foot within the radius of her brother's fucks nor play babysitter.

Finn never refused. Of course he was always loyal to Sheamus and his Irish brotherhood, so every chance he got to watch over Alex he accepted. He grew infatuated with this girl he and his men had full control over. It only made it harder for Alex, this new found relationship of sorts with Jon hanging over her head.

Grabbing the glass between her hand, she took a sip to Finn's approval. She hated that she needed to be tied on a leash, especially to these dangerous men.

"Why do we always come here?" She asked, placing the glass back on the table.

"You don't like this place?" He questioned.

She shook her head. "That's not what I mean. Why is it always me and you? Coming to the same place every night?"

"I like this place," Finn answered simply.

"Why can't I just go home?" She asked quietly. That's where she wanted to be, with her daughter. Every night she was in her custody, she'd put Kylie to bed and have the baby sitter spend the night. She was always whisked away by Finn and told Colby and Sheamus were busy for the evening.

"Cause what good is dining alone?" He smirked.

He'd never give her a straight answer. It was always the run around, or one liners. All she could do was accept the shit coming out of his mouth.

"Plus... I'm under strict orders," he mumbled.

"What orders?"

"Nothing to be concerned about... Just keepin' an eye on ya."

Finally he was opening up instead of being this cold, stone like being she was so used to. But she knew she wasn't going to get anything else outta him... But it was worth a try.

"If I asked why, you wouldn't tell me would you? Just like Colby..."

"You expected Mr. Lopez to tell you something he didn't want you knowing?" Finn asked, amused.

"I was his long before I was any of yours," she more or less spat. Was it intentional? Maybe.

"Mr. Lopez is the sharing type... Whether you like it or not."

Alex rolled her eyes, earning a smile from Finn. "I take it dessert is out of the question?" He asked.

"Looks like you're already getting dessert to go," she said quietly, cringing as her words stung. It was true though... She'd been his treat at the end of every meal, every outing she was forced to endure. That only made Finn stare her down, a small smirk tugged at his lips as he waved the waiter over for the bill.

"Would that be all for the evening?" The young waiter asked.

Finn nodded. "Yes sir," he said, his eyes on Alex the entire time.

The waiter nodded with a smile, pulling out a small black booklet with the top of the receipt hanging out. Finn paid, like always and insisted with slipping Alex's jacket. She walked in front of him, his hand on the small of her back as they passed the other patrons. Finn's eyes darkened as he noticed Antonio and Joe, both with who he assumed were their wives or girlfriends, happily laughing and talking amongst themselves. As he passed they locked eyes for a brief second, only Finn knowing for sure who they actually were.

As soon as himself and Alex exited the club he handed the valet his ticket and his car was quickly retrieved. He opened the passenger door, Alex slipping in quickly as the rain began to mist.

The drive back to the mansion The Irish occupied was quiet, with Finn occasionally letting his fingers slip past the hem of her short skirt, unable to keep his hands to himself.

Once inside the mansion, he took her jacket and led her through the hall, but they were stopped by a displeased looking Becky. "I need to talk to ya... I'm sure she can wait," Becky said, desperately trying not to roll her eyes.

Finn nodded, pointing to the bedroom. "Go," he said and Alex did, without a word.

"What's going on?" Finn breathed, scratching the back of his head anxiously.

"Oh what? Am I only adding to the blue of your balls?" She laughed.

"Get to the point Becky," Finn gritted.

"There's a snitch."

"There always is," Finn mumbled, uninterested in her revelation which made her smack him in the back of the head.

"I'm being serious," she said, "While you've been out wining and dining this gash I've been the one doin' all the work, sniffin' out this snitch..."

Finn stared her down. "Why do you believe there's a snitch?"

"The DEA busting Xavier wasn't all but luck... Someone's been tippin' them off."

"Who?" Finn pressed.

Becky had a menacing smile at her lips as she leaned in. "Barrett," she whispered to Finn's dismay. Wade was his best friend, like a brother and a supposed trusted part of this constructed operation.

"He's the snitch," she whispered again. Finn groaned, rushing past Becky in anger. He slammed the bedroom door shut, ready to fuck his frustrations out.

Maybe it was just some evil twist in Becky's plan to ruin his night with Alex... That's what his mind conjured while he practically tore away at Alex's clothing.

But he groaned as he bit her lip between his, hissing as the thought of Wade's betrayal weighed heavy... He'd be responsible if the truth came to light, seeing as they were friends and Finn was the one who vouched for Wade's services.

But one thing was certain... Becky never lied about her findings and Finn knew betrayal, of any kind, ultimately meant death.

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"Hey man... You're late," Joe pointed out as Jon approached the table him, Antonio and TJ occupied. "You better have a good explanation."

"Oh I do," Jon chuckled.

"And that would be?" TJ asked.

Jon only smirked, eyeing both Joe and Antonio. It clicked in and both smirked, shaking their heads in unison. "Lucky guy," Antonio commented.

"What are you talking about?" TJ asked, confused by the looks exchanged between the three.

"Jon here shacked up a stripper," Antonio said with the slightest glimmer of jealousy in his voice.

"Really?"

Joe nodded. "Some girl from that club we brought you to... Turns out she's his neighbour, has a kid that's in the same class as Cam too."

"Thanks guys... Just tellin' my whole life story, huh?" Jon mumbled. "First off, I ain't shacking no one up... We've been seeing each other for a couple weeks and she's awesome... She's hot too."

"Lucky bastard," Antonio muttered.

"That's why you and Alicia never worked out," Joe pointed out. "Got strippers on the brain like this guy."

"What can I say?" Jon smirked. "I got good taste."

"Yes he does," Antonio laughed, signalling for the waitress.

In the middle of their beer filled evening along with the press in subject of Alex, Jon received a call he couldn't ignore.

"There's been a murder... And it's as gruesome as the last," Sergeant Hunter grumbled from the other end.

"Who?" Jon asked.

"Remember Barrett?"

"Yep."

"We found him in an alley... A giant 'K' carved in his chest just like Damien."

"Shit..." Jon mumbled, catching the attention of his friends.

"But that ain't everything."

"What else?"

"We have a witness... This guy said they saw a brunette, female, late twenties... She was there when it happened, standing right beside the guy were looking for now. He said she was pretty frightened, like she was there against her will. We gotta find her, see what her involvement is, Jon... Get to the station now."

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"Hello beautiful," Wade called out as Alex approached with Finn in the back of a dingy, dark alley away from the street front and whatever people were out in the wee early hours of the morning.

After Randy picked up Kylie, she'd spent a while with Jon before he headed out. Finn called soon after, forcing her out with Colby and Sheamus were out at the warehouse looking over production. Now she stood awkwardly with these two men, an uneasy feel tingling throughout her body.

"What's the deal, bringing this beauty here? And what's so damn important that it couldn't wait till morning?" Wade asked.

Finn chuckled, pulling Alex closer by her arm. "She needed to see this," he said, pulling for his gun strapped to his hip.

"Woah, woah," Wade was quick to shout, throwing his hands up. He couldn't believe his friend held a gun in his face, finger on the trigger and ready to shoot. "What the hell is this?" Wade urged.

"Becky told me you tipped the DEA... I trusted you... We all trusted you," Finn gritted, his fingers gripping the handle tightly in rage. "Do you not understand what this can do to ME?"

Alex backed away but Finn grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her back. His grip was so tight she yelped as she felt her bracelet dig into her wrist as if it were a knife against butter. "You're not going anywhere," his icy cold voice hissed lowly, sending shivers down her spine. "You're gonna see what happens when you screw around behind my back."

Finn stuck the barrel of the gun against Wade's forehead, his eyes dark as he stared down his best friend. "Tell me the truth before I kill you," he urged.

"What good would it matter once I'm dead, Balor?"

"Why'd you do it?"

Wade sighed. "Kill me!"

"Tell me why?" Finn yelled, making Alex cringe in the process.

"The Irish are done for... Ever since Sheamus took over, Finn. I was looking out for you, hopeful you'd get far away once the DEA spotted you guys. I was doing it before it was too late. You really think Sheamus cares about you? He could care fucking less," Wade spat.

"You know nothing," Finn muttered, "Sheamus is what's keeping this going... He's making us money, he's making us notorious... And now he's made me realize that I have a rat as a friend."

"So this is how it's gonna end?" Wade questioned, "You just gonna kill me in front of this girl? After all I've done for you."

Finn's stare was scary, and dark. If looks could kill, he wouldn't even need his gun. Alex tried everything to get out of his grip, but that only made him grip harder. "You did this to yourself," he started, "As for her... I'm teaching her a lesson."

With those final words he pulled the trigger without blinking an eye as the bullet pierced through Wade's forehead, blood splattering of the two standing in front of the now limp and lifeless body. Alex let out a horrified scream before Finn covered her mouth with his hand, backing her against the cold concrete wall.

"Don't," he hissed, eyeing both exits of the alley. "Don't you dare make a sound or you'll join him. As much as I like you, I won't have a problem stickin' a bullet through your head as well, do you understand?"

Alex nodded quickly, her hands gripping either sides of the wall.

Slowly, Finn removed his hand from her mouth. "That's what happens when you betray US... If you betray me," he warned, pointing over to Wade.

"It doesn't matter if you're my friend or if I'm fuckin' ya," he whispered, letting his fingers swipe the splattered blood from her cheeks.

"This is the same fate for everyone."

All she could do was nod, satisfied that he liked her answer enough to put his gun away. "Let's go," he ordered, pulling her back towards the car in silence, all while someone had just witnessed the entirety of this massacre.