In Over Your Head

Carter smirked, "Of course I could." Though, inside he wasn't to sure. He didn't know what kind of game this man was trying to pull but he knew that he was trying to pull something. It was in the way he sat, the way he looked at him with those blue eyes. Shawn definitly knew something that Carter didn't know. And he was almost positive that he didn't like it.

Shawn leaned close enough to place a kiss on Carter's lips but didn't, letting his lips hover close enough to tempt. "You can huh? Then maybe I will put in a good word for you. However, I'll make sure to tell Nicki of our agreement. Should you not go through with this then you can kiss the promotion good bye and if you even think about trying to have me locked up, my friends will kill you without breaking a sweat. Got it Mr. Carter?"

Carter smirked, wanting to lean in for that extra inch and kiss Shawn. But he didn't. Instead, he leaned back, nodding his head. "I understand and I can do this. You just tell me who and I'll get it done for you."

Shawn hopped down off the table just as someone was walking in with his clothes. "Here is your attire for the evening sir."

"Thank you Chris." Chris scowled at Carter before exiting the room. Unashamed of his body at Shawn began to strip in front of Carter, slipping out of his jeans revealing perfect ass cheeks in his thong. "I'll have to get you the file first. Give me a day or two. Everything we do has to be signed off by the boss. She misses nothing." Shawn looked back at Carter, smiling seductively. "Will that be a problem?"

At first, Carter was to shocked to say anything. This man, this perfect specimen of man, had stripped naked in front of him. He cleared his throat and shook his head, jogging himself back to his senses. "No, no it won't be a problem. Nicki has the numbers to contact me at." He stood up, patting Shawn's ass as he walked up behind the man, "And I hope she changes your dating rule soon."

Shawn raised his brows, but decided to let it go. He was going to be touched and felt up on stage anyway so no point in playing the helpless maiden now even though he was not to be touched at all. "We'll be in touch then. Have a pleasant evening Mr. Carter."

Santana pulled open the curtain seeing Mr. Carter out. She waited for Shawn to finish dressing before she and Chris escorted him down to the stage. "How'd it go?" Santana asked.

"Well...he's full of himself, smart, driven, good looking, but like all cops- or in his case dirty ones- he's in over his head. He tried to bak me in the corner. He has no idea how many of his peers would kill him for one night with me and a meeting with Nicki Minaj."

"He didn't look so bright to me," Chris scowled. "More like a country perve."

"Well he's that too, but I'll give him a chance to prove himself. Santana, I need the file on a female cop- Nolee Lacroix. I need it in two days. I'll hand it to him personally."

Both Santana and Chris' eyes got real big. "Wait--do you mean--?" Chris asked.

Shawn smirked. "I'm the best in the world at what I do," he winked before getting on stage. Carter had no idea what he was getting himself into and the sad thing is, neither did his sister.

Carter smirked and headed out of the VIP area. Some of the boys, and in some cases his sister, met here at night for drinks and he wanted to look as if he was going to just be another patron. He smiled when he saw his sister and headed over to the table. "Hey, waiting for someone?"

"I got stood up again so I came here," Nolee frowned as she watched Shawn take the stage.

"Sorry to hear that," Carter apologized. He had two sides: the brother and the crooked cop. He wouldn't ever let the two cross paths. Ever.

Chris Jericho scowled. "Hey! That's my line," he shouted to Shawn. Shawn merely winked as the lights started to dim on him. Chris rolled his eyes taking a seat near the stage as it was his job to keep an eye on Shawn tonight.

"I'm gonna go call the boss so she'll know what's going on."

Chris nodded to Santana watching her leave. His eyes followed her until they rounded on a roundtable near the exit. Carter was there talking to a blonde. Must be his sister. He tapped the stage getting Shawn's attention and nodded towards the roundtable.

Shawn's gaze drifted across the room and he nodded subtly before crawling closer to a man offering him a stack of bills. He dropped down into his lap grinding against him. For tonight at least, the men lucky enough to get his attention would live to see another day.

Nolee smiled, hugging her brother, "I'm glad you found time to hang out. I hate it when you just disappear for days on end."

Carter laughed, "I dunno what I'd do without you sis."

"You'd probably end up dead." laughed Nolee. She looked up on stage and then back at Carter. "You always did like blondes. And for a mafia man, he's a good person too."

Chris kept subtly glancing over in that corner. He never liked cops and always feared they were up to something, even off duty cops. He wanted to call up his boys and have them thrown out, but Nicki didn't like to rock the boat unless provoked. Otherwise she was cool if they were cool. Chris looked around. Nicki's men were all over the club so he decided to go help Santana. He signaled the boys to keep an eye on Shawn before disappearing.

Shawn watched Chris go as he moved into his second act crawling towards another man waving big bucks around. He danced around the pole before him, using his athleticism to hang upside, spread eagle. The man seemed impressed his eyes dancing lust. He wanted more, but Shawn shook his head until the man threw another wad of cash on the stage. He smirked sliding down the pole and collecting the money. He handed it off to one of Nicki's men before he straddled the man's lap.

As the man went to work grinding against him trying to get off, his eyes swept the room once again making contact with Nolee and Carter's table. He shook his head on the inside. That girl seemed like a sweet, down to earth lady with a good head on her shoulder. It was just a shame that her brother was leading her on. She didn't deserve it at all, but he knew he was right when he met her. She was young, naive and like Carter, in over her head.

The man was getting harder, rubbing up against him which broke his eye contact and his musings. He rolled his eyes playing his part while the man continued to play with him ready for another customer already.

Carter laughed, "He's a stripper Nols. There is no way he's a good person." He didn't want his sister wrapped up in this life to. One Lacroix was enough. And besides, she was to sweet to handle it.

Nolee shrugged, "There are good people in every walk of life. Trust me."

"And how do you know he's a good person?" Carter asked.

"I was going to arrest him last night but I didn't because he told me about the men who follow him home and would have killed me. He spared my life." Nolee shrugged.

Carter grew wide eyed, almost choking on a sip of beer. Shawn knew about her...

Shawn tilted his head to the side allowing the man to bite down a little as he trembled against him, probably shooting a load in his pants. He was done for the night and that was the last of his satisfied customers. He crawled out of the man's lap, kissing his cheek and thanking him for the good time, or rather his money, before he exiting to change back into his jeans. He gave most of security hugs before he started towards the exit making ready to take the walk home.

Nolee frowned, "Wh...whats wrong Carter?"

"N...nothing. I just have to...uh...get home," he lied. He took off after Shawn grabbing his arm and spinning him around to face him. "You knew about my sister this whole time, didn't you?"

Shawn frowned. "If you value your life, you'd take your hands off of me." His lips curled into a smile. "And if I did? Your assignment will be handed to you in two days and if you don't do the job then you're as good as done in this city. Next time, cover your bases if you're planning to go up against pros. Rule 1 Carter- Never let the mafia find out you have close relatives in town. A little Mafia-Cop 101."

Carter shook his head, "You can't pull her into this. She's innocent and I'm all she has. Our parents died when we were young. I've taken care of her for a long time. Please....even if I don't do this job make sure she doesn't get wrapped up in this..."

Shawn rolled his eyes. "You should have thought about her well being before you came sniffing around Nicki's city. I'm sorry, but I'm not a sitter. If she wants in or get dragged into this then who am I to stop her? I'm sorry you lost your parents but I lost mine too at a young age. I had to figure out how to fucking survive on my own. This family is all I have and they come first. I'm... sorry," he mumbled, pulling out of Carter's grip.

He hated when good people got caught up. It was such a waste, but he couldn't let personal feelings get in the way. The assignment was Nolee and he could either pull the trigger or go on about his business. "Look, if you don't kill her then Nicki will probably run you out of town. That's the best I can do for you."

Carter's mouth dropped open. "Nolee's my assignment!? Wh...why would you do that to me?" He couldn't believe it. On one hadn he could kill his sister and on the other he could have to leave his sister and never come back. He didn't like it, not one bit.

Shawn rolled his eyes. "You knew she would be the assignment the moment you came out here accusing me of knowing her. Get over it Carter. If you think this is hard, what makes you think being a part of a notorious cosca doesn't get any harder? I can pick someone else, but now that Santana and Chris know she's your sister, it's a guarantee that she'll be your assignment anyway. If you can't do it, take her with you. There's only so much I can do."

Shawn's eyes looked past Carter to a car that was riding by slowly. They were probably making sure Shawn was okay and that he wasn't being touched without permission. He could let them end this now, but Nolee was a sweet girl. He waved them off and they drove off towards his apartment. Shawn shivered, nipples getting hard from the chill. "I'm going home," he muttered.

Carter stood there, not sure what to do. On one hand he could kill his sister, the only family he had left. On the other he could spare her life and run away. But if he ran away it was almost guaranteed that they would kill her anyways. And they wouldn't be so nice about it. He sadly ran a hand over his tired face, unsure of what to do.

"Everything out here okay Carter?" Nolee asked, seeing him as she exited the bar.

"Let's get you home. We need to talk," Carter softly said.

As soon as Shawn got home he immediately called up Santana explaining everyting that happened between the meeting with Carter and his accusation outside the club.

"So basically he's trying to double cross us?"

"I think so. He's emotionally involved already, worried about his sister. I offered them a way out Tana, but he wants to have his cake and eat it too. He keeps screwing around Nicki's just gonna pop them both and move onto bigger things."

"I know, but don't you worry about it. You'll give him the assignment and after that you're done. You were the character test. He failed so now his fucking ass has to deal with it. Blood will never be on your hands Shawn and we wanna keep it that way. This is why you're not allowed a mate. Not unless he's one of us. Understand me?"

"Yes my lady."

"Good. Now go to sleep Baby Barb. Tana loves you."

"Love you too. Night Santana." Shawn hung up the phone stripping down to his thong before crawling into bed. Once again it looked like two rookie cops would go to waste. However this time, he probably would feel genuinely sorry for them both. Nolee didn't deserve this and Carter, sexy but arrogant, was young and could do so much better. But in a few days it would be out of his hands completely.

As her brother explained to her what was happening, Nolee felt her life grow less important. "So you...you have to kill me?"

"No, I have to kill a cop," Carter said, "I want you to quit the force. Move away, do something else with your life."

"Carter! I can't just up and leave!" Nolee shouted.

"Yes you can and you will. I will NOT lose my baby sister to the mafia," Carter sighed. "If I could help you more I would. I got involved with the wrong people..."

Nolee nodded, hugging him. "We'll face this together. I won't leave you. Ever."


"Your dumb sis." Carter shook his head, "But I love you. I guess we will have to handle this together..."

The next day Nolee and Carter ate breakfast together. It wasn't something that happened very ofter and every time they did so it seemed more and more special to Nolee. But today, somehow, felt like they were enjoying one last meal alive before they met with a very gruesome, and tragic, fate. They knew what they were going to do, somehow they were going to take down Nicki and her family. They just didn't have it all planned out.

After what seemed like an uncomfortable silence, Carter spoke up. "I know what we have to do."

"Oh and whats that?"

"I have to die," Carter spoke up.

Nolee was silent, though she wasn't sure if it was from shock or just because she didn't know how to respond to that. "You...you have to..."

"If I don't they'll keep coming after you. I'm going to face them, I'm going to tell them that I can't do it. More than likely, they'll kill me." Carter frowned.

There was another uncomfortable silence and Nolee hugged her brother, "I don't wanna have to lose you."

"We don't have much of a choice in the matter," Carter spoke up as he broke the hug. "Keep the door locked. If I come back, I'll knock for times. Got it?"

Nolee nodded, "Got it."

Carter straightened his cowboy hat, a present his father had left to him before he vanished, as he walked into Nicki's club. He had swore that if he was going to die, it was going to be by his terms. He was going to go out looking how he wanted to go out, not sitting around waiting for it to happen. He entered the VIP area, finding the underboss whose name escaped him and walked right over to her.

"I need to talk to Nicki," he calmly said.