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"So tell me Alexandra... How good of a fuck is Finn?" Becky asked, a sick smile on her lips. The two were driving back to the mansion in broad day light, something Becky wasn't too happy about. For starters she hated being out during the day... The night was more of her thing. But what pissed her off was the fact that she'd been appointed as babysitter for the day while Finn and her brother Sheamus met with the elder Irish, furious about the Xavier bust and the note from The Wyatts that made its way into the shipment of guns.
"What?" Alex asked, giving Becky a look. They hadn't spoken one word to one another and their first conversation ever had to involve sex with Finn.
"You heard me," Becky snapped.
Alex shook her head, sighing. "Maybe I would answer that if I actually enjoyed it."
Becky snorted with a laugh. "He ain't all that's cracked up to be? Really? I've heard that tongue of his is to die for."
Alex rolled her eyes. She hated sex with Finn, even Sheamus. There was nothing to it, just senseless, rough, meaningless fucking... But with Jon, it was something more.
"Stop," her subconscious screeched at the thought of him.
"Looks to me like he's the dominating type... Thought you'd like that kinda shit, Alex."
"I don't like being forced against my will while these two men I know jack shit about fuck me like I enjoy it," Alex snapped while Becky laughed.
"I bet he's gotten much use of that mouth of yours," she said. "If I swung that way maybe I'd hit you up... I like someone with a good mouth on 'em."
Alex groaned. "You're unbelievable..."
Before Becky could get another word in her eyes darted to her mirror reflecting an old, long, black car following closely behind theirs. She turned at the next set of lights, and so did the car following. It was unusual and she began to panic.
"What the fuck?" She whispered to herself, looking behind her shoulder.
"What now?" Alex asked, unaware of what was going on.
"That car's following us," Becky mumbled, taking another right. The car was still behind them, looking as if it were coming up closer and closer until it rammed into the bumper, jolting the two.
"What the fuck!" Becky shouted, her hands gripping the wheel tightly as the car hit them again. The force was enough to lead them into a narrow alley, crashing into a wall.
"Shit, shit, shit," Becky shouted while Alex sat there stunned, shaking in her seat while Becky riffled through the glove box. She pulled out two hand guns, shoving one into Alex's hands.
"Shoot if I tell ya to shoot, understood?" She asked but Alex couldn't even produce a response no shake her head in understanding. She watched as these big, tall, burley men opening and closing their car doors, walking towards them. Their hair long and ragged, both on their face and head. One wore a black hat, the other a hood over their head, inching closer and closer. "Don't shoot, now... Don't wanna cause even more of a scene, darlin'," one spoke, his southern accent strong. He chuckled, nodding to his quiet partner.
Before either one could shout or scream, both men had the doors pried open and their hands over the girls mouths, silencing them. Becky kicked and tried clawing her way out of the one who spoke before, but he ripped the gun out of her hand and smashed her over the head. She went limp in his arms, knocked out from the blow while Alex looked on in horror at Becky's body falling to the ground.
She stopped her flailing as the taller one squeezed her tighter. It was useless trying to fight against these guys.
The one with the hat smiled as he stared at Alex. He chuckled and looked at the man behind her. "That one's an O'Shaunessy, look at her," the man with the hat said as he stared at Becky's unconscious body.
"This one isn't... What do we do with her?" the man holding Alex asked.
"Well... She's lovely, ain't she?" He other asked, slowly creeping towards her. "But we're only taking one, and it's this red head. As for lovely... She'll be our little messenger for the time being."
XXX
"Hey bud, sorry I'm late," Jon said as soon as he stepped foot out of his car. He'd lost track of time at the station only realizing it was his day to pick Cameron up from school and drive him to hockey practice.
"It's okay dad," Cam said, "I was with Kylie."
Jon looked over to the little girl sitting on the steps of the school, obviously looking for someone... Her mom.
"Hey Kylie," Jon called out, "Where's your mom?"
She shrugged, a look of sadness spread across her face. "I don't know."
"Is someone coming to pick you up?"
She nodded. "They called my daddy. He's on his way."
Jon found that odd. Alex always picked Kylie up, Monday to Friday. He felt an eerie feeling take over his body as he remembered her words from the other night.
"They'll kill me and you..."
Now his mind was going crazy with unimaginable thoughts. What if something happened to her? What if someone laid a hand on her to threaten her life? He could feel his blood boil, his skin hot from the built up rage he felt that he didn't even notice a tug at his arm until his son spoke.
"Dad... Dad? Your phone's ringing," he said.
Snapping back to reality, Jon immediately dug into his pocket and pulled out his phone, clicking the button and putting it to his ear. "Yeah?" He asked, not even bothering to look at the I.D.
"You busy?" Joe asked.
"Uh yeah... I just got Cam from school. But why, what's up?"
Joe sighed. "There was a situation on Front, you know that narrow alley behind the post office?"
"What happened?"
"The girl you've been seeing, Alexandra Taylor... She was found at the scene."
Jon felt his heart literally stop in his chest. He choked, struggling to find the words to ask about her well being. He couldn't even process if something actually happened to her while standing across from her own daughter. "W-What?" He asked, "Is she okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, she's okay... Look, she hasn't said much except for you. She's asking for you, man."
Jon breathed a sigh of relief. She was okay.
"We need to know what happened to her... She looked pretty rough when they found her so I'm hoping you can get something out of her."
Jon sighed. "Gimme a bit... I'll be there when I can," he mumbled.
He felt awful having to drop Cam off at his mother's but they were understanding, knowing it was something serious by the look on his face. So he hugged his son goodbye, wishing him luck with his practice and promising to see him tomorrow before he drove off to the station.
He basically ran into the building once he parked his car, scoping out each room till he found the one Joe was standing outside of.
"Hey man," he greeted Jon. "Police are trying to interview her again."
"What the hell happened?"
"They found her bound and gagged inside a pretty nice looking Cadillac... Plates are registered under a Mrs. Heather C Tenille but no address, workplace pop up, so its obviously a dummy car. On Alex's stomach was written 'We're coming' in red ink and a lock of someone's long, red hair was found in her pocket..."
"Shit," Jon said, ruffling his hair, "Fucking Wyatt..."
"Yeah, that's what I was thinking," Joe agreed.
"They almost done with her?"
Joe nodded. "Should be."
The entire time Jon swayed impatiently, unable to stand still. "You care about her, don't you?" Joe couldn't help but ask.
"That obvious?"
Joe shrugged. "Just something I haven't seen in while since Lauren."
"Yeah... Still kinda new to me too," he said, his eyes lighting up as soon as the door opened with the officers stepping out. Jon bolted past them to find Alex sitting in the chair across from two empty ones, her head resting against her arms on the table.
"You okay?" He asked to which she perked up.
Once she laid eyes on him a sense of calm washed over, like she was finally safe. "Yeah," she whispered, watching as he sat across from her.
"I'm sorry I look like shit."
"All that matters is your okay," he said, standing up. He moved his chair beside her's, just wanting to be close to her.
"Did you talk to the police?"
Alex rolled her eyes. "I wanted you... They didn't seem to realize I was only going to talk to you?"
"Why's that?"
"Cause you actually care," she answered quietly.
The half smile forming at his lips comforted her. He did care."So tell me what's been going on... Why did they do this to you?"
"That's the thing... I don't know what's going on. I was with this girl when it happened... Someone ran us off the road then they took her, left me. I swear, that's all I know Jon. I don't know who these guys were, names or anything," she whispered.
"I believe you," he said honestly. "But why did I find your bracelet the other night? Where someone was murdered a few nights ago?"
She was silent.
"Someone saw you there when the murder took place... They said the guy who was with you did it, and you were there against your will."
She stayed silent.
"You know I'll do everything I can to protect you... But I need to know who did this."
In that moment she saw in his eyes that what he was saying was sincere. Aside from whatever relationship they established, he cared about her. She couldn't keep living this life Colby had set out for her... The events of the early morning proved certain that she was in danger and she could no longer go on living to serve both Finn and Sheamus.
"Okay..." She agreed to his surprise. "Okay, I'll tell you."
She was going to tell him about Finn.
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"They should've been here by now."
Finn paced the sitting area, back and forth staring at the ground with dark eyes. He was anxious and staring at the clock above the fire place, wondering if it was even precise.
"Don't worry Finn... You'll get a piece of her after I'm done with her," Sheamus reassured him.
"What if something happened?" He asked.
"Becky isn't stupid."
"What if something happened to Alex?" Finn gritted, infuriated by his own thought.
Sheamus laughed. "You've become quite fond of the thing, haven't you?"
"No," Finn was quick to say, trying to bury his feelings. "Figured I'd have my dick wet by now..."
"Alex?" The two heard Colby ask, followed by the front door slamming.
"She ain't here Lopez," Sheamus shouted back.
"Shit," Colby breathed, bolting into the room Sheamus and Finn occupied.
"You too huh?" Sheamus laughed.
Colby ignored him. "You heard from them at all since this morning?"
Finn shook his head and Colby swore under his breath again.
"What?" Sheamus asked.
Reaching into his pocket, Colby pulled out a long piece of a red hair- obviously from Becky. The horrified look on Sheamus' face said it all: he knew something happened to his sister and quite possibly Alex.
"I found this outside the gate when I got here," Colby said, handing it to Sheamus.
"What the hell..." Finn mumbled, stalking back and forth.
"You... You call Alex," Sheamus roared while he picked up his phone, dialing Becky's number quickly.
"No answer," Colby said as the call went straight to voicemail.
"Fuck," Sheamus muttered as the annoying voicemail notification rang in his ear as well. "Get out there," he pointed to both Finn and Colby, "I don't care what it takes... You find them before it's too late."
"You know what we're dealin' with?" Colby asked.
"Its gotta be the same as who left the note on the shipment... The Wyatts. They took Becky and Alex. I'm sure of it."
"Wyatt?" Colby asked in terror.
Sheamus nodded while Finn bolted from the room in anger. "Fucking Wyatt," Sheamus gritted.