Sorry about the delay! Laptop problems have ruined my life... So I apologize! Anyways lets get on with it. I don't own anything but my character Alex and sorry for typos!

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"Shit..." Antonio mumbled as he was wedged between both Finn and Lana's cars. He tried to ram her car that was in front of him but shots began to fire from behind him, piercing through the rear window.

He quickly grabbed for his gun and ducked his head, attempting to ram the car again. Lana's car spun out of control, hitting a parked one. But she was able to back out, cursing under her breath as she frantically drove away in hopes to making it back to her hideout without running into anymore cops.

Antonio was being tailgated by Finn who was beyond pissed and enraged that him and a potential business partner were being stalked by the DEA, especially by Jon. It only satisfied him taking the opportunity to ram Antonio's car, lodging him into a back alley. He was pretty banged up and rattled from the crash that he had no time to shield or defend himself once Finn began to unload his clip in his direction, shot after shot echoing the empty streets.

Alex just sat there, her hands gripping the seat as she watched Finn shoot at Jon's friend and colleague. She was guilt ridden and rattled, her whole body frozen as all she could do was watch the horror unfold. Finally and frantically, she racked her mind trying to figure out some way to get Finn to stop. She slowly kneeled on her knees in the passenger's seat, trembling and trying to calm herself before she spoke.

She knew she needed to do something to gain his trust, especially after the blown cover. If she wanted to continue devolving information that could possible spare her involvement as well as her life, she needed to think fast. "Let's go," her voice surprisingly steady and she whispered, her hand on his cheek hoping she grabbed his attention and he wouldn't turn his gun on her.

Finn flinched but his dark eyes soon locked with hers, sort of softening once he realized she was sitting next to him. "Come on," she urged, her hand gently stroking the side of his cheek, "They'll be coming soon... Let's go. Let's go back home."

He nodded and backed out of the alley, leaving a possibly dead or seriously injured Antonio in his car. Ultimately, Finn was hoping for dead.

"You tell me now," Finn said with a flick of his icy tongue and his gun still in his hand, "Did you have anything to do with what happened back there? Anything at all?"

Of course.

"No," she said, as convincing as possible. "You told me I was only loyal to you, Finn."

Something about the way she said his name made shivers run down his spine and it was enough to make him believe her. That and the fact that this rush sent him over the edge, revving the engine to a roar and speeding down the empty street leading straight through to the mansion. "I trust you," he said to her satisfaction.

Once he pulled in and parked the car, he watched as she stepped out of the car as if she had a sudden change of heart. She looked back at him, her bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes dark and inviting.

She needed to get him alone and the one thing to calm his tense nerves was sex.

As much as she hated herself for it, she needed to show him how much he meant to her. Establishing some new common ground in order to divulge even more information for Jon was her ultimate goal... She owed it to Antonio as she hoped he was still alive in the alley.

So she walked herself through those mansion doors, hoping Finn was close behind her... Which he was. It was stupid to even question that.

She peeled away her clothing as he came closer, the anticipation killing him. First it was her jacket, then the straps of her dress until she reached their usual room.

Once Finn had the doors shut and the lighting turned low he grabbed her and brought her close, finishing what she started. He yanked her dress over her head, his lips immediately trailing all over her neck. She let out a gasp as he picked her up, making their way to the bed in the dimly lit room. She wrapped her legs around him, her lips finding his as he held her above the bed for a moment.

Soon he had her sprawled against the sheets while he tore away at his own clothing, joining her's on the ground. He practically leaped into the bed, hovering over her body and grinding himself hard against her. But this time she took it upon herself to roll them over so she was straddling him. His fingers unclasped her bra with expertise, his mouth occupying the soft, delicate skin of her chest. She moaned, keeping herself in the moment.

He should have questioned why she was being so dominate. She was never like this, not even close. She would always let him have his way, his aggressive tendencies too strong to withstand. But the thought never ran across Finn's mind as he found this new sense of exploration on Alex's part exciting.

She picked through the usual nightstand drawer, a condom in her hand as she stared into his eyes lustfully. Quickly she had the packet opened and she slipped the condom onto him slowly, enough to make him growl.

That night she allowed herself to be completely devoured by every sensation, every touch and feel down to his teeth grazing her skin as he himself felt the exact same way. As long as he was caught up in the moment, it would make it a hell of a lot easier afterwards to take his cell before she left and later blaming it on early events.

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"Fuck, you are one lucky son of a bitch, you know that?" Joe said as he stood at Antonio's hospital bedside.

"They can't shoot through steel, ya know?" He said with a cocky grin pulling at his lips, making Joe shake his head with a laugh.

"He did get you though."

Antonio shrugged it off. "It grazed me... I'm good to go."

"You can't even stand up straight," Joe laughed.

"Yeah, cause it grazed me."

Jon walked in, yawning and his cell in one hand as he waiting to hear from Alex. "He's right asshole... You are lucky to be alive."

"Really, I'm feelin' great," Antonio said, trying to sit up but he groaned from the pain emanating from his arms and shoulder. "I can do this all over again, tomorrow."

Jon shook his head. "You can't even stand up. Plus, we're not getting back into it until I hear from Alex... Till I know she's okay."

"She ran off with the bad guy, remember?" Joe pointed out.

"Like she had a choice," Antonio defended, "What was she gonna do? Run away? While he's shooting at me? He would have shot her too."

"Yeah, what he said," Jon agreed.

"I'm just sayin', she's playing both fields right now whether you or her like it... And maybe she likes it, man."

That alone made Jon's blood boil, his shoulders tense and a crazy, intense look glow from his eyes. Joe knew he struck a deep cord but he believed it was the truth.

"I know what's she's doing... This wasn't gonna be some walk in the park, happily ever after kinda bullshit? Nah."

"I know, man... But we could put her in witness at this point till we get these assholes."

"We're not doing that," Jon said.

"Why not? You tryin' to hold on to some kinda reality being with her?"

Jon sighed, turning his back to his friend with his fists squeezed tight.

"She knew these guys way before you, Jon... Can't change a who-"

"What?" Jon asked, turning to face Joe, "Can't change a whore into a housewife? Is that what it is?"

Joe scratched his scruffy face, letting out an exasperated sigh. "I care about you, man. Just look at what's already in front of ya, what's happened."

"Isn't gonna change how I feel about her, you know that right?"

Joe nodded. "I know."

"Good... Now drop it," Jon warned.

With a deep exhale, Joe nodded again and left the room in a huff while Antonio sat back trying to digest what had just happened.

"You guys okay?" He asked.

Jon chuckled. "He's been on my ass since you got picked up by paramedics last night."

"This isn't Alex's fault, you know that right?"

"I know," Jon mumbled but he was interrupted by a knock on the door. He crept to open the door, his brows furrowed as someone dressed in sweats and a hooded sweater entered the room, with black sunglasses covering their eyes.

"Alex?" Antonio asked, checking her out.

"What're you doing here?" Jon asked, pulling off her hood. "And how the hell did you know it was her?"

Antonio chuckled. "No offence, but I can spot that ass anywhere."

Jon shook his head. "Thanks Cesar," Alex said, digging her hand into her pants pocket.

"I know this is the last place I should be especially with everything that happened, but I needed to bring this to you," she said, handing Jon a cell phone.

Finn's phone.

"I thought you could use it... Maybe lure that Russian into the meet that was supposed to happen last night."

"Alex... You know what could happen if and when he finds out you took this."

"I know... But I had to, for that guy right there," she said, pointing to Antonio who was smiling ear to ear. "I don't wanna be apart of this anymore. Finn could have gotten me killed last night, and now since he's so keen on me getting involved on these meets now, that could be me in a hospital bed next time... Or worse."

"I told you I didn't want you to do any of this."

"I know," Alex nodded, "But I'm still in this head first. I'm just slowly starting to drag myself out and this will hopefully help me just a little bit more."

Jon sighed. "You tell me when we pull the plug on ya... You know I can keep you safe from all this shit when you want out and till we get these guys locked up."

"I know you will," Alex smiled, "I trusted you since day one when I met you."

"Awww," Antonio said, "I feel the love."

"Glad you're feeling somethin', pin cushion," Jon shot back.

Alex smiled. "I gotta go... Kylie's got a dance recital after school today."

"You call me if you need anything," Jon informed."

"I will," Alex said, sneaking a kiss while Antonio made a cat call.

"Buy Tony," Alex said before she left.

Antonio blew her a kiss, this time trying to sit up again. "Don't you love the way she shoots out those nicknames for me? I swear, an ounce of her can make this pain go away."

"You're fucking unbelievable, man," Jon mumbled, staring down at the cellphone cradled in his palm while he contemplated taking Alex's advice in contacting the blonde Russian.

XXX

"Hey, I haven't talked to you in forever," Colby said, his phone pressed to his ear while his hands were on the steering wheel. He was driving down the street with Alberto in the passenger seat heading to the mansion for their second weekly meet with Sheamus and Finn.

"I know... I've been, uh, busy," she whispered into the phone, alerting Colby that something was up.

"What's going on?" He asked.

"I can't tell you over the phone incase they're listening... Look, I need to talk to you. Could you to drive me home tonight? I'll make something up to Finn."

"Yeah, yeah... Of course," Colby even though he wanted to question whatever the hell she wanted to talk to him about. They said their food buys and he was still pondering as he hung up his phone.

"What's going on with her?" Alberto asked.

Colby shrugged. "Wants to talk to me, but she can't over the phone."

"Don't blame her... Can't trust anyone nowadays," Antonio reminded him.

Back at the mansion, Alex was seated on the couch sipping a glass in hopes that it would soon calm her nerves. She'd been a nervous wreck since taking Finn's phone, which he did notice was missing. But he didn't question her since their newfound "bond" blinding him. It only gave him reason to get his hands on a new one, this time leaving Colby and Alberto out of the loop.

"Alex?" She heard Finn calling out her name. She turned her head, free from her thoughts when he approached with a glass in his hands.

"Yeah?"

"Want another?"

She shook her head. "I'm starting to lose my head."

"That's not a bad thing," he said, his fingers brushing against her shoulders as he stood behind her. He was quick to gently grab her hair in his hand, pulling her head to the side to expose her neck. His lips grazed at her skin, reaching her ear.

"Let's go... We have time," he whispered, his hands holding her shoulders as he kissed the side of her neck.

"Sorry I'm interrupting," Sheamus said as he barged into the room to Finn's dismay. But he was quick to hide his growl and stand up straight to greet his boss. Finn didn't say anything, but the look on his face spoke volumes... He was displeased that Sheamus stood in the way of a quick fuck and now all he had was an erection to show for it.

"I need to speak with Finn alone, darlin'," Sheamus said to Alex. So she nodded, standing to her feet and reaching the door, holding back a sigh of relief as she pulled the large doors shut.

Just as she walked down the hall she heard the sound of the front door opening with Colby and Alberto stepping into the entry way. Once he saw Alex she nodded to the stairs.

"Follow me," she mouthed. She walked herself up the stairs, slipping into an empty room she knew no one ever used. Once Colby came in, she shut the door and pulled him into a hug.

"Hey," he said, holding her tight. She buried her face into his neck, desperately holding back tears which he noticed. "I'm glad you're here," she whispered.

"I'm sorry I haven't seen you lately... It's just been busy, you know?"

"I know... I just wish I would have talked to you a hell of a lot sooner."

"Why? What's going on?"

She hesitated. She didn't know how he was going to react.

"Alex?"

She sighed. "I had to do something after that night in the alley... I had to do something about Finn and Sheamus."

Colby could have sworn his heart stopped. "What did you do?"

"The only thing I could do so I could get out of this alive... And hopefully you as well."

"Alex?" He urged.

She sighed. "I'm helping bring down The Irish, Colby..."