I don't own anything but my character Alex... Enjoy ;)
Sorry for any spelling errors.
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"You fucking piece of shit! I trusted you!"
"I did what I had to do... It's business, Lopez. If I wanna stay in this, it's only right I align myself with the right people."
"They'll kill you... How the fuck are you credible now? You told them everything... You were going to kill all of them with me!"
Alberto chuckled, gun clutched between his fingers. "I've proven my worth now."
"You gonna kill me? Take everything that's left from me?" Colby spat, the sounds of his terrified club patrons and bullet rounds ringing in his ears just moments before.
"Nah," Becky smirked, her gun pointed to his face, "Sheamus wants you back where all this came about... So you can watch us take whatever's left of you including your filth, Alex."
Seth took a deep breath and swung his fist right into Becky's face, the gun falling to her feet. Before she had any chance to react, Colby grabbed her, using Becky's body as a shield once Alberto fired his gun.
Colby grabbed his own, hanging from his belt and quickly emptied the entire clip into Alberto, six of the twelve bullets piercing through his skin.
He fell to the floor, the loud thud followed by Becky's now lifeless body joining him. Colby stared down at the bodies lay before him, two people he thought he could trust.
It didn't matter that they found out about Alex and Jon... He was the reason this happened. He was the reason she was held up in the warehouse, awaiting his arrival so he could watch her die before his own time came.
He hurried around his office, pulling out every gun and clip he had stashed around the place. But his pan had folded once he heard the ruckus of ear piercing sirens from outside, surrounding the entirety of his club.
He had only seconds to thing of something... Or leave through the back door of his office.
But he didn't think of anything in time once Jon came through the front doors, dead bodies all over the club. Alberto and Becky ransacked the place just moments ago, killing as many as they could under strict order from Sheamus.
He literally wanted the rug pulled right from underneath Colby, and shooting up the club and Alberto's sudden change of heart was fitting.
"Hands up," Jon shouted, gun in his hands and noticing Colby had one in his as well.
Colby obliged, dropping his gun to the ground and raising his hands to his head.
"Turn around."
He slowly turned, facing Jon.
"You do this?"
Colby nodded slowly. "If I didn't it'd be me on the ground instead of them."
"You know?"
"Yeah... And I think you do too," Colby said.
"Why'd they come here tonight? Shoot up your place and almost leave you for dead Lopez."
"So you know me."
"Alex sent me."
"Where is she?" Colby panicked and Jon shrugged, cringing in pain.
"I don't know," he hissed, "Finn shit me then took her. I need to know where she's at. She was planning to get out before all this happened."
"I know... I told her to. Why does that bring you here?"
"Cause she told me to come to you once she got out."
Colby shook his head. He knew it would come to this- he knew she was trying to save his ass and steer him away from The Irish, hopeful he'd divulge whatever he could to take the heat off of him.
"Please... If you know anything about where she could be, just tell me."
"Not that easy, man," Colby muttered, sitting on the edge of his desk. He dug into the coat pocket, Jon careful he wasn't going to pull out another gun. Colby pulled out a carton of cigarettes and a lighter, placing one between his lips.
"I'm just as bad as they are," he mumbled, quickly lighting the thing.
"But you're talking to me, aren't ya?" Jon questioned, lowering his gun.
Colby nodded.
"Then talk."
"I never meant for her to be involved in any of this... I cared about her."
"Then to do the right thing now and tell me if you know where she's at..."
"There's a warehouse," Colby began, smoke blowing from his lips. He really had nothing to lose at this point... If he lost everything else he had to finally make things right for Alex's sake then so be it. Damien's business was luck and he knew he could one day build from the ground up if he got out of this alive.
"Outskirts of town, by the old mill... You know where it is."
"That where she is?" Jon asked.
"If she's not back at their hideout, the old mansion I'm sure you know all about, then yeah... She's there."
"Okay." Jon took a glance outside, even more ambulances and police cars pulling up into the parking lot. Colby grabbed for his gun and a few extra clips, stashing them into her pockets as he headed for the back door again.
"You're King, aren't you?" Jon asked, his attention back on Colby.
"Just go get her before it's too late... Do what I could never do- get her out of this mess."
XXX
Finn sat beside Alex' weakened body- her arms tied over her head, mouth gagged and body draped in one of his favorite tight black dresses he loved for her to wear.
He felt it fitting he was the last one to spend any time with her before her execution and what better then to have her dressed to the nines.
He couldn't keep his hands from her, even laying her head in his lap as he stroked the side of her head.
"It'll all be over soon, love," he whispered.
Alex didn't bother opening her eyes. She couldn't stand to look in the eyes of the man who was going to kill her after taking every last ounce of dignity she had just hours before, with the help of Becky.
"We had a good run though, don't you think?" He continued, his fingers tangled between her dark locks.
"But we could have been something... If it weren't for that Agent..."
Alex felt her stomach drop at the thought of Jon. She desperately wanted to know if he was alive, if he was okay. She wanted him so bad- just for him to take her far away from all of this and tell her everything was going to be okay.
Just how she pictured it being before Finn's ambush.
"I could have bought you expensive clothes and cars... A house... Diamonds and gold... I could have called your little girl my own, Alex."
That alone lit a fire inside Alex and her eyes shot open, limbs attempting to flail. Anything she could do to get far away from this man.
Finn chuckled, his eyes darkened worse then she'd seen before. "You could have been mine, Alex."
"You still fussing over 'what could have been' there Finn?" Sheamus snickered, a gun in his right hand.
Finn didn't say anything but his fingers kept playing with Alex' hair.
"I too am havin' regrets about this one... Regret not havin' as much time with her as I would have liked," Sheamus said, kneeling down in front of her.
"Still remember that first night at the club with ya, Alex," he muttered, the barrel of his gun brushing against the skin of her cheek. "You were everything I thought you'd be... And I'm sure Finn can agree."
Finn nodded, still silent.
"I can still remember your breath against my neck," Sheamus whispered, his finger against her neck.
"And your legs wrapped around me... Or how wet you always were."
She felt sick to her stomach, the repressed thoughts of their encounters coming back to life to haunt her. If she could spit in his face she would but instead she endured the sick, satisfied looks on both their faces.
"Finn's right... You could have had it all. But instead you went behind our backs and fucked us around. You wanna see what else happens when you cross our path?" He asked.
He roughly grabbed her out of Finn'd lap, holding her between his hands and he held her against the rail of the top platform overlooking the entire warehouse.
To we horror were Colby's men, who she knew as J & J, bloodied and obviously dead hanging from the ceiling with cables wrapped around their necks.
Alex panicked, her breathing erratic and short as the image of the horrific murders burned into her brain.
Sheamus' left arm snaked around her waist, holding her tight against him while his other hand held the gun to her temple. His mouth rested against her neck, his hot breath covering every inch of her exposed skin.
"If only you knew then maybe things would have been different."
XXX
"This is crazy..." Antonio mumbled, fixing the strap to his bullet proof vest. He sat in the unmarked black SUV himself, Jon and Joe drove out to the abandoned warehouse Colby instructed them to go.
As for Colby... Jon let him go.
"When the time is right, I'll come back for you... But right now it's about finding Alex," Jon said, placing his gun into the holster on his hip.
Colby nodded. "Fair enough... But I was steps ahead of you guys before. Whose to say I won't be this time around?"
"How'd you track her here?" Joe asked.
"Found something back at the mansion leading us here... It's gotta be the only place left. She's in there, I know it," Jon said, his gun ready.
"How the hell are you gonna go in there, guns supposed to be blazzin' with your arm like that?" Antonio asked. He thought it was crazy the amount of determination Jon had for the women he loved, one arm and all.
"I'm just gonna do what I do best... Get the bad guys," Jon shrugged, "Plus I owe that fuck for shooting me."
"And we got his back," Joe added, "Look... I know I was giving you a hard time before with Alex but I can see how much you care about her and love her, man."
Jon nodded, her fist hitting Jon's. "Save this sentimental shit for after we've got every single one of them dead or in handcuffs, got it?"
"Yep," Joe agreed.
"We ready then?" Antonio asked.
Jon took a deep breath, slowly exhaling.
"Let's go."