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It was like everything went back to normal... If normal meant Alex resuming her relationship with The Irish like nothing had ever happened. That was her new normal.
She was seated inside the mansion, instructed of the out of town business Colby, Sheamus and Alberto were heading to. The big Irish wigs were in the next town over, refusing to have anything to do with Cincinnati because of heat- so the men had to travel and of course Finn was going to stay behind and look after everything.
He never let Alex out of his sight since she reappeared. He even had a hard time letting her leave to go home to her daughter, her regular day to day life.
But he managed and even found himself sort of stalking her when she was away. He was obsessed and convinced something would happen to her if she was left alone again.
"Let's go," he mumbled, standing in the door way of the bedroom. He watched as she sat on the edge of the bed, fiddling with her earring, her legs crossed and high heeled feet begging to hang over his shoulders, which drove him insane.
He'd fucked her every chance he got, paranoid it would be the last. Sex was a lot more rough and intense then ever, his anger always taking over in the heat of the moment. The night she came back he basically held her hostage in the back bedroom, inside the bathroom shower.
With the water running and steaming, he had her naked and pressed up against the tiled wall as he hissed and groaned with every trust deep inside of her, biting hard on her shoulder as he thought of what Wyatt had done.
And of course Jon was the one to find those markings, only proving why this wasn't the greatest idea.
It wasn't easy knowing someone you genuinely cared about and who was apart of your life had to submit themselves to another man.
Especially as he saw the two of them leave the mansion. He sat outside in an unmarked car along with Joe, the two radioing Antonio on foot near by. This didn't feel like some cop slash DEA case anymore... It felt personal.
"Man... You're tense," Joe commented, his eyes never leaving Alex and Finn. "See the drop?"
"Now I do," Jon said, eyeing the folded piece of paper Alex managed to slip through the gate beside the car without Finn noticing.
She was instructed to jot down whatever info she could, and she did. Inside the paper were addresses she assumed meets were taking place at as well as numerical figures involving production and supply.
Before she slipped into the car, she looked straight at the black car Jon occupied and he stared back, nodding his head. "As soon as they leave, radio Antonio to pick up the note... But he's gotta be stealth."
"Yeah," Joe agreed, anticipating the next couple minutes.
Finn's car roared as the gates began to open and he drove away, oblivious to the fact they were being watched. He was blinded by his obsession with Alex and in return it was weakening him as Jon was inching closer and closer to busting this operation.
Meanwhile, Alex and Finn drove down to an Irish restaurant in the heart of the city to take care of business with a Russian who was bringing along his wife and translator. He was a usual acquaintance of both Colby and Del Rio, and Finn knew he was crossing a line when he took it upon himself to take over he meet while Colby was away. But Finn didn't care.
"He'll take care of it... Besides, I need you," Sheamus shrugged.
Of course Colby couldn't object... He still needed to plan out how he was going to go about blindsiding The Irish, especially Finn. So he was determined to remain on their good side until it was time to kill Finn himself and anyone else who stood in his way of dismantling The Irish' organization before they got to him and Alberto first.
That was his plan.
"She's quite pretty, Finn," the blonde Russian women who went by the name Lana complimented with a smile.
"She is," Finn agreed, raising his glass of whiskey to his lips. "That's why I keep her around. That's why I call her mine."
The amount of self control Alex had to muster not to roll her eyes or throw her drink right in his face was overwhelming. She didn't know how she managed.
Lana smiled again. "You're very lucky to have someone like Finn... He's a protector."
Again, Alex refrained from rolling her eyes. The word protector didn't come across her mind when she thought of Finn...
"Yeah," Alex said, shrugging her shoulders. She needed to agree. "Yeah, I'm lucky."
She wasn't lucky to have Finn...
She was lucky to have Jon.
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"So in the last week and a half they've been meeting at some fancy ass restaurant. Alex said they have a meet with these Russians coming up," Jon said into his phone, sprawled on his couch with photographs and papers scattered across his coffee table inside his apartment.
Alex lay across the couch opposite, her eyes slowly falling as she listened to Jon going over every single detail with Joe. She was right. A meet with the two Russians she had met a week ago was coming up, and Jon was planning on being there.
Sheamus would be there as well as Finn and Alberto... And of course Colby. She still hadn't had a chance to talk to him since her time was mostly spent with Finn and Colby was always with Sheamus... As if he was keeping an eye on him.
"This Finn Balor said a shipment of guns is comin' in hot from Ireland as well as some local blow... So we're gonna be there when the meet goes down," Jon instructed, "It's Saturday, early mornin' maybe. Alex'll find out."
Just as she let her eyes close, her phone vibrated and rang loudly, annoyingly within her sweater pocket. She jolted awake, feeling around for the noisy device and blinking till her vision cleared. Staring at the I.D, she looked at Jon with fear spread across her face.
It was Finn calling.
"Speak of the devil," Jon mumbled, "I'll call you back, man."
With that he hung up, muting the TV and nodding for Alex to answer.
She accepted the call, bringing the phone to her ear as she breathed a "Hello?'"
"Where are you?" Finn asked, the frustrated tone in his voice noticeable to both Alex and Jon who was listening from across from her.
"I'm at home, remember?" She answered, trying to act as casual and natural then ever before.
"I need you," he muttered and Alex immediately regretted the fact that Jon could even hear this conversation.
He tensed and he immediately rose from the couch. But she looked up at him, wondering what to say. He just nodded, as if to go along with it.
"I've got some time to kill before I meet with Lana. Maybe I'll bring you along," Finn said. Jon stared at her with wide eyes, sitting down beside her and moving his hand for her to answer.
"Okay," she said, "I'll wait outside."
And with that Finn hung up as well as Alex.
"He's meeting that Russian's wife tonight... Maybe they moved up the meet?" Alex questioned and Jon couldn't help the smile tugging at his lips.
"You're thinkin' like a cop," he said.
She smiled, but it soon fell knowing she had to leave. "I don't want to go," she admitted.
"Not like I want you to either... But we'll be there if anything happens."
She nodded. "Okay... Just promise me something?"
"What?"
"Please... Don't let it go down like the last time in the alley."
"Promise."
So he let her go so she could prepare for Finn, while he called up Joe and Antonio to fill them in on the possible bust, hoping to God he could keep his word. He needed to.
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"We're pulling up in about ten minutes," Finn breathed, running a hand through his hair as he held his phone to his ear. He'd finally started the car after a long while in the back with Alex pressed against the leather seat, with her imagining it was Jon instead.
Finn smirked as he saw her out of the corner of his eye, her head against the seat as she was looking out the window. It was obvious her heart was still racing and breathing was anything but normal... It was turning him on.
His fingers slithered over to where she sat and all she could do was let him past the hem of her dress to explore again until they reached the familiar restaurant where they met with Lana and her husband.
Finn exited the car first, walking on over to Alex's side to open her door. She stepped out, her jacket pressed against her chest as Finn placed his hand on her back, leading her into the restaurant.
They were instructed by the Russian to eat at a table opposite of hers and meet in the back of the parking lot afterwards while the place died down- less potential witnesses.
So they did as they were instructed- in silence non the less.
Jon was outside in one car, with Antonio and Joe in another. Hunter was on stand by, incase he needed to send in some DEA fire power incase this whole thing was bigger then expected. But he was confident his main guys could handle it.
"So what's the plan?" Antonio asked into the walky talky.
"There's no way this is going down inside this place," Jon said, "They're either going some where else or it's happening outside. Keep an eye on this guy Finn..."
So they were parked in a parking lot across from the restaurant one, watching and waiting until there was virtually no one left.
Lana waved the waiter over for her bill, leaving her money on the table while she fetched her coat. She glanced at Finn, nodding her head for him to do the same.
"Let's go," he mumbled to Alex, waving the waiter down as well.
Lana left first, prompting Jon to ready his guys. "Mother Russia's out," he mumbled into the walky talky. The guys carefully exited their cars, guns ready as they took their place behind a dumpster closest to the parking lot.
Finn and Alex left the restaurant, the clinking of her heels signalling to Jon that she was approaching.
"My Alexander sends his regards," Lana started, "But you know he's a busy man."
Finn nodded. "Would have liked to meet him."
"And you will... He's very certain this partnership will benefit us."
"I agree," Finn smirked.
"Now," Lana said, opening the door to the back seat of her Rolls to pull out a white leather briefcase. "It's all counted for."
Finn nodded again, grabbing the briefcase from her hands but something caught his eye. From behind her he could see what appeared to be a familiar black car he'd studied ever since he seen the tapes back at La Casa... From the ones he saw outside of Jon, Antonio and Joe stepping out of the car from the parking lot. It might have looked normal to others but Finn had an eye for spotting unmarked police cars of any sorts... They were being watched.
"Fuck," he muttered, catching the Russian off guard. She eyed him suspiciously as he stiffened.
"What?" She asked, anxiously.
"We're being watched," he hissed, glaring at Alex.
"What!" She screeched but Finn was quick to silence her with his hand over her mouth.
"Get in your car, now," he instructed, "Don't let them follow you. Shoot if you need to."
"Who?" Lana mumbled underneath his hand.
"DEA," Finn spat and Lana's eyes bulged out of their sockets.
She took Finn's orders and quickly got into her car while he dragged Alex to his car. He shoved her into the car and chucked the briefcase into the backseat.
As they drove off, Jon shouted for Antonio to follow the Russian while himself and Joe went after Finn and Alex. But Finn was quick to lose them as he took every single turn into alleyways.
"Where the fuck did they go?" Jon muttered as Joe sighed angrily.
"I'm behind the Russian, boys," Antonio's voice said from the walky talky.
"Any sign of Finn? We lost him?" Jon hated admitting.
"Shit..." Was all they heard from Antonio's end.
"What?"
Silence.
"Cesaro, fucking answer me," Jon shouted.
Silence... Followed by a couple of gun shots.