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"You need to get out," Colby had said, his phone clutched in his hand as he spoke to Alex who he wished was actually standing in front of him. It was like he was signing his life away with what was about to go down in the next couple days and all he wanted to do was hold her close and tell her was sorry, over and over again.

"How am I supposed to do that?"

"Me... I'm going to do that for you."

"Colby? What are you talking about?"

He paused and it was alarming. "Colby?" She called out.

"Just lay low for a couple days...

They're all going out of town for the weekend but when they come back, I'm doing it."

"You're killing them?" She didn't think this day would come- Colby basically sentencing himself to a suicide mission.

"It's either me or them... And it's been me for a while now."

"What about Alberto?"

"He knows it has to come down to this if we wanna keep things moving on our end... He doesn't know I'm doing this for you too."

"No, Colby... He'd never understand why I did what I did. He'll probably never trust you again if he knew I went to the DEA."

"I gotta do it, Alex. That doesn't matter anymore. Besides, the timing is right." The timing was perfect. Teaming with Sasha was a step in the right direction, business wise and personally. Alberto was all for the new business venture and it was only obvious cutting ties with the Irish in every which way was the only way out of this business arrangement. Colby had it all planned out: kill Finn and Becky, then Sheamus. He'd leave the evidence pointing to the all but the suspecting Wyatt's who'd ultimately take the fall leaving Colby and Alberto free and clear.

"This is insane," Alex mumbled, "How do you know you're even going to make it out alive at the end?"

"I don't."

"I can't let you do this," she said, but how she could stop him? She didn't even know.

"I've been standing by, letting you get sucked into this shit. I never should have mixed you and my business together Alex... And for that I'm sorry."

"Please... There has to be something else. I can't let you walk into your own death sentence or letting Alberto find out what I've been doing this entire time."

Colby chuckled darkly. "For everything I've ever done, death only seems like just a slap on the wrist."

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Sitting on the edge of the bed, Finn battled with emotions he was sure he'd never felt before. His mind was twisting and turning in every direction and he even found himself questioning his loyalty to both Sheamus and the Irish brotherhood.

Could he really go through with killing his obsession?

It seemed completely impossible, especially with Alex laying in the middle of the bed in just her bra and frilly underwear- her wrists, ankles and mouth bound in duck tape. The blood from the gash on her head had dried, reaching past the side of her cheek and forever haunting him.

He did this to her... He hurt her and made her bleed.

But she deserved every last second of it... She was with Jon. She'd been fucking him the entire time.

Could he be as sadistic and heartless like the others?

But he'd already proven he was... He'd killed his best friend and vowed death to anyone who got in his way.

"Fuck," he muttered, his thoughts finally fleeing and clearing his troubled mind.

With his gun resting in his lap, he buried his head in his hands. "You have to do this," he whispered to himself, hoping his own motivation would settle his conscious.

The bed began to jiggle with Alex' subtle movements as she began to come to. Her head was pounding, her eyes failing each time to flutter open. But once they did, it didn't take her long to recognize her familiar surroundings. And once she saw his ice cold glare on her, she froze.

Finn quickly held his gun in his hand, raising it to her head as he straddled her lap. Her arms were raised above her head and the sick side of him couldn't help but run ramped with the dirtiest of thoughts. It was like his compassion was completely thrown out the window in place of his growing erection grinding against her pelvis.

"You're where you belong, Alexandra," he mumbled, his fingers brushing against her blood stained cheek.

"With me."

She couldn't control the tears falling and her heart racing. The gun hadn't left his other hand as he ran the barrel up and down her nearly bare chest and stomach. Slowly his fingers trailed from her cheek to under her bra, soaking in the feel of her skin. He threw his head back and let out a satisfied sigh, the reality of the next couple hours setting in.

"We both know I have to kill you," he whispered, the very thought of her lifeless body paining him.

"But not before this." His fingers slid past her underwear, gently playing between her legs. He could feel himself hardening to the point it was unbearable but he couldn't stop.

"This is our last time together... The last time I'm going to taste you," he said, retracting his hand from between her legs. He brought his fingers to his lips, his tongue.

It made her sick.

"This is the last time I'm going to fuck you... Feel your warmth around me," he hissed, placing the gun on her stomach as he crawled over her to stand to his feet. He pulled his shirt over his head, unbuckled his jeans and tossed them aside- hoping back onto Alex's body.

But a knock on the door interrupted them along with Becky peeking past. "What do we have here?" She seethed, stepping into the room.

Finn chuckled darkly and Becky closed the door, locking it. "It seemed only fitting that on your last night I'd get to see what you're all about... Why you were able to keep Finn waiting on you, hand and foot. What made him give you that look every time you stepped into a room... What makes him completely obsessed with every inch of your body, inside and out."

Becky inched closer and closer, leaving Alex completely panicked on the bed awaiting these two to completely strip her of any self worth she had left.

It wasn't like she had much of a choice... Either way they were killing her.

XXX

"She's out there man."

Jon groaned as he sat up in the hospital bed, the irony of a few months ago flooding his mind. He felt just like Antonio.

He'd taken Finn's bullet in the arm before being knocked unconscious and left in his living room. He was lucky to be alive but left guilt ridden and worried.

"Where is she! Where's Alex?" He shouted as he was transported out of the apartment. He didn't care about his arm or the paramedics urging to calm down.

She'd been taken and the possibility of her being dead haunted him.

"We'll find her," Antonio and Joe repeated, like broken records really.

Jon hadn't said a word. Instead he was putting forth a plan to ditch the hospital and infiltrate the Irish mansion.

"Kylie's dad is out there... He wanted to talk to you about what happened," Joe said.

At first Jon was opposed to it. He couldn't face any one remotely close to Alex and pretend like everything would be fine- like everything would turn out rainbows and sunshine.

Which brought him back to the idea of leaving the hospital. He couldn't sit back and let the Irish kill her.

"Okay," he agreed and Joe left with Antonio.

Jon proceeded to removing his IV, cringing as the needle literally tore from his arm. But a knock on the door prompted him to stop, covering his arm with a blanket. "Yeah," he called out to a somber Randy walking into the hospital room.

"Hey... I'm Randy," he said, standing at the foot of the bed.

"Jon," he nodded.

"They told me what's been going on."

"Not an easy one to here, huh?"

"No," Randy admitted, swaying back, "But they also told me what you've done for her."

"I'd protect her with my life... At least I tried to."

"I believe you... But what do I tell Kylie?"

"Don't tell her anything... What she doesn't know won't hurt her."

Randy nodded in agreement. "Okay."

"I promise I'll find her."

Jon's statement was believable, and Randy trusted him. After everything he'd heard from Joe as well as Jon's professed love for Alex, there was no doubt in his mind.

Randy nodded, watching as Jon threw the covers off of him. "Do me a favour... Hand me that," he said, pointing to the sling hanging from the chair behind Randy.

"Uh... You sure you wanna do this?"

"I'm not sittin' here all night while she's out there... Just hand me it," he muttered, finally pulling himself out of the bed. The pain in his arm was one hell of a distraction that he didn't even notice Joe and Antonio step into the room again.

"What the hell are you doing?" Joe asked. The only response he got was Jon's sigh.

"I'm going out to find her."

Joe looked at him like he was crazy. "You're shot."

"Yeah but I'm not dead. Alex isn't either. And I'm not siting here fucking giving her that option."

"Jon..."

"I love her," Jon admitted, grabbing the sling from Randy's hands. "If Nicole was basically ripped from your arms, you'd do everything you could to get her back wouldn't you?"

Joe nodded. "Yeah."

"Then let's go... I've had enough of sitting around in this shit."

"Do you have a plan we should know about?" Antonio asked. He was all for it and ready for another run in with the guy who almost succeeded in killing him.

"Well first, you're gonna help me get this thing on."

"Then what?"

"I know someone who can help once I'm gone... Colby Lopez," he remembered Alex say a couple hours ago.

"We don't have much time, but we gotta stop by The Drive."

"The club?" Randy questioned.

"There's someone there that could help us."

"Who?"

"Colby Lopez."