Sorry for the wait! And sorry if you come across typos, whatever... I don't own anything but my character Alex. Enjoy ;)
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"You do what you need to do for yourself... In the end you look out for you and if anyone comes in your way, you take care of it. Don't let anyone come in between what is important to you or what's gonna keep you here,"Damien's wise words used to ring in Colby's ears.
That's exactly what Alex did- whatever she could to stay alive and possibly have a chance at her normal life once again.
Colby stalked around the office of his club, pacing back and forth in complete silence even with the loud house music pumping through the walls.
He was still trying to digest what Alex told him the night before- her involvement with the DEA.
"Jon doesn't know anything about you... I promise."
She made it clear a thousand times over that he was safe- the DEA knew nothing about him or Alberto what so ever. And he believed they knew nothing of his involvement with The Irish. After everything he had done for her, she wouldn't rat him out- she was loyal even though she was sleeping with the common enemy. It was Finn and Sheamus she wanted to put away for obvious reasons.
But Colby knew at this point before Finn and Sheamus were taken away and locked up, he needed to kill them. They were a threat, even more so if they wanted to strike a plea deal which would likely land himself and Alberto in the state pen as well if they were able to dodge the hit that would be coming their way.
"I need to do something, Alex... I'm not just gonna wait here like a sitting duck till these assholes catch on."
"What're you gonna do?"
"Something I should have done once Finn got to you."
He needed to do it, and thanks to Alex' confession, if only confirmed that he needed to kill The Irish before the DEA got to them first. Ultimately it's what himself and Alberto had been discussing since the conversation they overheard between Finn and Sheamus when herself and Becky were first missing.
"I have to kill Finn and Sheamus... It's the only way both of us get outta his alive."
Things were moving and the idea of offing his business partners was even more tempting then usual.
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"Hey," Alex said quietly as she stepped foot inside Jon's apartment, locking the door behind her. Every uneasy, stress filled feeling seemed to escape her body once she saw his face.
The two were kid free for the evening and with Jon expecting to go over whatever details about the case Alex could spare, she had other things in mind since it was his birthday and all.
He mumbled a "hey" in return as he was buried with papers and folders on the couch where he sat that he failed to notice Alex wearing next to nothing underneath a long black jacket.
She smiled, her hands clutching the jacket to her body as she slowly inched towards him. He flipped through the pages from the case file slowly, eyeing Finn's cell phone lying in the middle of the table and still unaware of Alex's appearance.
"You're so focused... Too focused," she said, rounding the couch so she stood behind him. Her hands on his shoulders, she slowly kneaded his tense muscles. A groan escaped his lips and he threw his head back, his eyes closed.
"Feel good?" She whispered. He nodded and groaned again, this time opening him eyes to look up at her.
He moaned his answer, his eyes closing as she let her hands slip away from his shoulders.
"Your good with your hands," he chuckled, his eyes still closed.
"I'm even better with something else," she whispered.
She slowly removed her jacket, draping it over the couch beside him. "Happy Birthday," she purred.
Jon opened his eyes again and he was lucky he did. There she stood right in front of him wearing a see-through strappy lace bra with matching bottoms- leaving nearly nothing to the imagination.
"Happy Birthday to me," he smiled as she placed one leg over him, sliding herself across his lap. He pushed the coffee table full of papers away before she had him pinned against the couch to her liking. Her fingers tangled in his hair, their lips pressed together while his hands freely roamed every inch of her body.
He needed this.
His hands tore at his belt buckle and finally his button and zipper of his jeans. He pulled her underwear to the side, kneeled down and in one swift motion he filled her.
He hissed as her hips slammed down onto him, riding him. He groaned and lifted her, placing her on her back on the coffee table in front of them.
His pace quickened and their moans filled the room. She clawed at his back and he silenced her cries with his mouth.
"Fuck," he mumbled, slowing his rhythm so he wasn't regretful later on.
They melded beautifully against the creaking table with her clutched against his body as he slammed into her, harder and harder. She could feel herself nearing the brink with every thrust, as did he.
He groaned, throwing his head back as the two were completely enveloped in lust and satisfaction. Her ragged breathing sent chills down his spine as he himself tried to catch his breath. Their eyes met but the sound of Finn's cell phone vibrating against the table above Alex's head caught them off guard.
With a trembling hand, Jon reached for the cell and held it in his hand as he studied the caller ID.
"Becks," he said, looking back at Alex.
"That's the girl who was with me when those guys ran us off the road," she whispered.
Jon could have chuckled if he really wanted to... He was kneeled in between his girl, half naked, still rock hard after having some of the best sex of his life and now someone close to the Irish clan was calling Finn's stolen phone.
Nevermind trying to allude the Russian Lana for information... They literally had a lead they could force information out of if they played along using Finn's phone.
"Fucking A," Jon said, "Happy Birthday to me."
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"You're probably wonderin' why I'm lettin' you go, aren't ya darlin'?" Bray mumbled into Becky's ear as his men untied her bound wrists and ankles. The one named Luke roughly yanked the fabric from her mouth that was used to gag her, smiling at her distressed state.
She had no idea what the hell was going or why they hadn't killed her yet. They spared her life for weeks now, each day she questioned if it were her last. But now he was letting her go freely at that.
"You see," he began taking a chair from the side and placing it in front of her inside the empty room she'd been kept in. "You're a pawn to me... I have use for you once my men found out some incriminating evidence about someone in particular that you associate yourself with."
Becky rubbed at her sore jaw, her glare just about to burn a hole right through Bray. "What are you talking about?"
He chuckled, sitting himself in the chair. "Remember that lovely thing we left behind? Our little messenger of sorts?"
Becky looked confused as ever. "What the hell does Alexandra have to do with anything other then being a gash?" She asked.
"Rowan," Bray called out to the one standing behind him. He handed Bray a few papers which resembled photographs on the other side from what Becky could see in the dim light.
Bray extended them to Becky took in curiosity. "What the hell is this?" She asked, her eyes fixated on a familiar face in the shots.
"She's with him," she gritted.
They were black and white photographs of Alex smiling and obviously laughing with the DEA agent Becky recognized from the tapes Finn had shown her. The photos were taken one late night while Jon took Alex out for dinner... A night the two thought they could forget their worries and enjoy one another. But The Wyatt's had been following Alex ever since they left her that morning. Once they found out she had some sort of relation to the DEA agent, they could finally use Becky in hopes of shaking up the Irish and their business partners, Colby and Alberto. Maybe then the Irish would realize how much of a bad idea it was to shun Bray and his clan out of a possible deal.
"She likes him, doesn't she? But look at this," he said, handing her a photo of Finn and Alex together, his hands gripped a hold of her.
"Why would Finn's property, as he likes to call it, be associating with Feds?"
Becky was fuming. "Cause she's doing it behind his back... Behind us all."
Bray chuckled. "You see why I'm lettin' you go now? Sure it had to do with keepin' ya hostage to prove a point. They made a stupid decision instead of taking up my offer. So now I can use you to take back the information my men have gathered so they can see first hand what's been happening behind their backs... And it's too bad lovely has this comin' her way. I liked her."
"Beside's her betraying Finn and Sheamus, they'll still come after ya for what you did Bray... All of ya," Becky threatened.
Bray chuckled again. "I know darlin'... And when that time comes, we'll be ready... The Irish are fools and Colby has what's comin' to him too. I'll see to that."
So The Wyatt clan left Becky where they first kidnapped her- leaving her with the evidence and her cell phone which she quickly dialed, her shaky hand holding it to her ear as she anxiously awaited Finn to answer.