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"Shit," Becky mumbled to herself, mashing the buttons on her phone till she ended the call. No answer... And it wasn't like she could leave a voicemail. What she had just found out from The Wyatt's was crucial and she needed to tell Finn.

It was late, almost going on two o'clock in the morning. The streets were nearly empty with the exception of a few passing cars and street wanderers scurrying around.

Becky needed to get out of the streets in fear with the way she looked, so run down and held captive, any passing cops would pick her up and question her to death. She didn't need any added heat at a time like this.

She needed her brother, but first she needed to talk to Finn.

"Pick up your goddamn phone," she mumbled, dialling his number again in a panic.

Becky thought of Finn as a brother, she really did. She was willing to spare him of Sheamus' wrath for the time being. Ultimately, Finn needed to fix this mess he landed himself in. She figured Alex was his. If he couldn't get the job done, then Sheamus would- but he wouldn't stop at Alex... He'd get rid of Finn too- his right hand man and wouldn't even dare to think twice about it.

"Fucking right... It must be Thursday," she hissed, shaking her head as the thought of calling the mansion entered her mind once she passed a local pub she grew to love since coming to America.

'Two for one, bottle or draft, every Thursday night' a sign read, that was only displayed on the day of.

Today was Thursday and glancing at the calendar on her phone confirmed it.

Sheamus always had business out of town every Wednesday and returned to the mansion late Thursday afternoons which ruled out the notion of him even being there.

So Becky dialled the mansion, hoping someone would pick up. She grew infuriated once the number of rings exceeded too many again. "Come on," she nearly shrieked until she heard a mumbly, tired voice on the other end.

"Yeah?" Finn answered.

"Finn!"

There was a pause. "Becky?"

"Yes!" She exclaimed.

"Wha-What? Where are you? Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine," she said, rolling her eyes. She'd been kidnapped and locked away for weeks fearing she'd never see the light of day again... She wasn't okay or up to par but Finn didn't need to know everything. "I'm, uh, downtown near that little pub I like so much. You know?"

"Yeah, yeah... I'll be right there."

Becky didn't have to wait long as Finn drove up in no time, his hair going in all which ways and his suit thrown on, obviously he left in a hurry. He stepped out of the car as soon as he saw her, glad she was indeed alive.

"Becky," he called out, "Holy shit, you're alive."

"Yeah."

"The Wyatts... They did this to you. Fuck, are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," she mumbled, slipping into the car, "I'm alive, aren't I? I swear, I'm fine."

"I have to call Sheamus," he said but Becky grabbed his hand, stopping him from reaching for his phone.

"No," she was quick to say, "Don't."

"What do you mean no? He needs to know you're okay."

Becky sighed. "I need to talk to you first. Sheamus can't know till you deal with what I'm about to tell ya."

"What do you mean? Deal with what?"

"The Wyatts found something out... You're not goin' to like it one bit Finn."

"What?" He urged.

"Your little prized possession, Alex..."

"What about her?"

"She isn't loyal to you."

Finn was about to dismiss her claims but the proof was staring him right in the face once Becky took a photograph from Bray out of her jacket pocket. "The Wyatts have been watching all of us, especially Alexandra."

Finn took the photo in his hands, scanning over every piece of detail. But he shook his head, not buying any of it. "I don't believe it," he said to Becky's surprise.

"How the hell do you not believe somethin' that's right in your face, Finn?" She spat.

"These could be from before... Why would she be so stupid to do this to me after I told her."

Becky found that humorous. "You obviously don't know her like you think you do... She's been lying to you the entire time. If you don't want to believe that, then that's on you. Before I go and tell Sheamus who will actually do something about this, you figure it out. She's your mess, Finn."

He huffed in anger, throwing the photo in the backseat and roaring his car to a start, speeding down the road and heading back to the mansion while Becky's reveal wallowed in the pit of his stomach.

XXX

"I hope you don't mind but I got someone interested in making us an offer. They're stopping by tonight," Alberto informed his partner, the two seated in front of a large, flickering fire place in Del Rio's breath taking Casa number twoas he called it.

He was awaiting three women who went by the names Sasha, Naomi and Tamina. They ran most of the east coast drug trade alongside a rich and powerful Samoan dynasty

Alberto saw this as an opportunity to establish themselves without the help of the Irish since their partnership would be coming to an end- Colby had it planned out already. He needed to act quickly since Alex was working with the DEA. The Irish could find out as quick as tomorrow then they'd all be fucked... And dead.

"What's the cut?" Colby asked.

"One crate to start-Twenty eight blocks... They're offering nine hundred thousand."

Colby leaned in his chair, his ears burning. Nine hundred thousand? For one crate? He was intrigued. "Nine hundred?"

Alberto nodded. "They said if we threw in some guns, they'd double it and then some. But their main focus is the blow and are considering us as one of their official suppliers."

"Well thats something to think about," Colby said as a knock on the front door prompted one of Alberto's men to stand up.

"If we can make a deal tonight, then we can go through with knocking off the Irish, Colby."

He nodded, standing to his feet once he saw three women, all dressed in black, standing in the hall.

"You must be Sasha," Alberto said, a smirk on his face as he approached the one with long, sleek bright reddish pink hair- her lips red, a thick gold chain hanging from her neck just above the v-neck drop of the top of her dress.

She smiled, extending her hand to Alberto. "Nice to meet you."

"This here is Colby Lopez... My business partner."

Colby nodded as he shook her hand and she smiled, taking her place in the middle of the other two girls. "This is Naomi and Tamina... My girls."

"Please," Alberto said, motioning to the chairs surrounding a large dark oak table across the fire place. "Have a seat and we can discuss."

The girls let Sasha sit first and then they followed, scoping out the room from what they could see in the dim, flickering light of the fire.

"Can I get you anything?" Alberto offered.

"Whatever is fine... We're in your house after all," Sasha said with a smirk.

Alberto nodded, pouring three glasses of Hennessey since the occasion was right. "Does your offer still stand?" He couldn't help but ask as he set the three glasses in front of them.

Sasha took hers first, the girls following again. "Yes it does... Our boss is interested in your business. And it doesn't hurt to expand a little, now does it?"

Colby nodded. "You said you wanted guns?"

"If you can supply them, we'll take them."

"We can," Colby spoke up, looking at Alberto for approval and he nodded in agreement. "But our business in guns has ended. Our last shipment is yours if you're still willing to take it."

"We are... Like I told Alberto before. We're interested in the blow. The guns are a nice trade off, but smuggling two types of contraband is a little riskier then we intended."

"Couldn't agree more," Alberto chuckled.

"So nine hundred?" Colby questioned and Sasha leaned over the table, her glass between her perfectly manicured fingers.

"And then some," she confirmed.

"Deal?" He asked Alberto who was all for it.

"Deal," Colby said.

Sasha smiled, raising her glass in satisfaction. "Perfect... Your money will be here in the next couple days. It's too risky for us to withdrawal or travel with so excuse the inconvenience."

"I understand," Alberto reassured, standing from his seat, "Shall we take a look at the product?"

Sasha nodded, eyeing her girls before they all stood. "Show me," she said, making her way over to where Colby sat. He looked as though his mind was a million miles away, which is was, but he smiled anyways and stood up, walking out of the sitting area and down the hall- the rest following as Colby entered the back room housing their new business partner's blow.

The entire time Colby's thought process consisted of moving his plan forward- killing off the Irish, blaming it on The Wyatts as their new business with The East Coast officially began.

XXX

Becky was okay.

She was alive.

And she was reunited with her brother.

Sheamus on the other hand was pissed off and ready for a fight against Bray Wyatt and his men for what they had some to Becky and Alex.

Becky stuck by her word. She would let Finn sort out his mess unless he couldn't. And she knew it was eating him up inside.

She could see it in his eyes as he tried to go on about his day, often retreating to his room to lull in his own madness.

How could Alex do this to him?

She told him she was loyal...

Only to him.

But she lied.

She deceived him.

If it were true...

It had to be. No matter how Becky felt towards Alex, she never lied. Especially when it came to business or family.

He found himself seated on the edge of his bed one night, his head in his hands wondering why he was feeling this way.

This obsession he found with her the moment he lay eyes on her was now haunting him.

He'd been blinded by his desires... This women he thought could be intimidated into doing anything he wanted.

He'd been stupid and now if he couldn't fix this situation he'd be dead. He was certain of that.

But first he needed the confirmation that this was all true, which now found him inside of his car starting the engine.

He must have been mad and that very thought made him chuckle as he drove down the streets that turned into back roads, eerily dark and nearly covered by trees and bushes. Becky had told him of The Wyatt's supposed hide out, yet she still wasn't sure it was actually where she said it was. But Finn kept driving down that road even though it felt like it was never ending- he came across a cabin fixture in the middle of swamp-like field. The porch light was flickering as Finn stepped out of the car. He slammed his door shut, the sound echoing and filling the silence.

Slowly he crept towards the door, checking behind him as the eeriness of this swampy scene playing with his mind. He had his hand on his gun as he knocked on the front door, trying to listen for footsteps if any.

He was about to knock again but the door slowly opened. "What do you want, Irish?" A voice hissed.

"I need to speak with Bray."

"You think we're that stupid?"

"It's just me. I just want to talk."

"About what?"

Finn sighed. "Alex."

Whispers were heard and Finn grew impatient before the door opened, revealing Bray himself while the one who answered, Luke, stepped aside.

"You're real ballsy for comin' out here all by your lonesome, kid," Bray said, a chuckle to his voice. "Guess you forgot our little unfinished business?"

Finn glared. "For what you did to them both I'd say we're even."

Bray laughed. "What do you wanna know about lovely?"

"Those pictures you gave Becky..."

"Ah, so she did make it back to ya safe and sound... What about her?"

"Are they recent?"

Bray nodded. "Of course... We've been keepin' an eye on her since we took Becky. She really is lovely. Such a shame she's sleepin' with the enemy."

Finn tensed, his fists balled and the look in his eye scary dark. Bray found it amusing. "She's been lying to you. She must have been something good to you."

Finn didn't say a word.

"Makes it harder to show you the others Erik took," Bray mumbled, pointing to the one called Erik. He returned with a small stack of what he assumed were photos. Handing them to Finn, he flipped through them. He couldn't take his eyes off the deceit.

There she was, pinned against a coffee table- half naked and in complete bliss as Jon's mouth was all over her. Another was the two sharing a kiss and her clutched onto his body, obviously loving every minute of their encounter.

Finn breathed heavily as Bray explained. "These are more recent... Had to keep a better eye on her since we found out about her involvement. Didn't want her running off tellin' the DEA and ruin everything for us."

"Us?"

Bray nodded. "What Sheamus and I discussed before my untimely lock up isn't over. It's still open, the idea of a partnership between the two of us. This here just proves how shady of a guy Colby is- having his best girl deceive all of you. Is that the kinda business you want, Balor?"

Finn shook his head. "No," he hissed.

"This was about opening your eyes... The lot of ya."

"Where do we go from here?" Finn asked.

"I suppose you wanna end your partnership with Colby and Alberto?"

Finn was silent again but Bray already knew his answer. "We can make it happen if you join us. We'll wipe him and those DEA agents outta the game for good so we're in the clear."

Bray was convincing but there was one thing itching at Finn. "What happens to Alex?"

"Well she's a snitch."

Bray could have sworn he heard Finn growl which made him laugh. "You can't expect her to live after all this... I'm assuming Sheamus doesn't know anything about her yet if you're here all alone."

"I want her," Finn muttered, "I don't care what she's done. I can convince Sheamus and the others about 'er and once Colby and the agent are outta the picture, she'll be with me."

Bray shrugged. "Lovely is up to you... I want this partnership between us to happen especially after all the trouble my guys went through. I expect I'll be hearin' from Sheamus."

Finn nodded. "Yes."

"Good... You have exactly one day and I expect it be an answer I'll like."

"One day," Finn agreed, extending his hand to Bray which he shook, a sick chuckle filling the room following their agreement.