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BENEATH THE MASK

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Disclaimer: My imaginary friend says you're all delusional if you think I own any of these series.

Warning: Just cursing.

SUMMARY: Kaiden Grant and his second-in-command, Drake Stanford, are underground Miami's most infamous street racers and even more dangerous crime lords. Ever since they showed up in Miami, they hadn't lost a single race. Kaiden Grant and Drake Stanford were the Kings and everybody knew it. But where had they come from, and why? What dark secrets lay beneath their masks?

CHAPTER 4

Brian and Rome slowly stepped out of their respective cars. Brian looked at the entrance to Verone's nightclub, Pearl, noting the two heavyset bouncers standing watch and the handguns tucked unobtrusively into the back of their waistbands. He felt dread creep through him at the sight. He mentally shook himself. He had known the risk of agreeing to go traitor against Verone like this. He had known the risk and he had agreed to it. He closed his eyes briefly as he gathered himself, before nodding curtly to Rome and strolling past the line of partygoers and straight to the entrance.

"Hey, how're you doing?" Brian greeted the man with a slight smile.

"Good, what's your name?"

"We're guests of Mr. Verone's." The man nodded to one of the bouncers, who gestured them inside with a sweep of his broad arm. Rome sauntered inside with a smug look, which brought a fond smile to Brian's face as he followed his friend. He stepped foot inside and allowed the music to wash over him. Rome whistled lowly, his eyes drifting along the dancers up on the three elevated platforms and all the barely clothed women in the busy club.

"It's a hoe-asis in here, bro."

Brian grinned, bumping his fist with his friend. "Yeah, lot's of potential."

The African-American laughed as he pretended to search his pockets. "Damn boy, you got a pen?" Brian shook his head lightly in amusement as he chuckled. "It's about to get serious, bro! Look at that girl on the swing over there."

Brian couldn't wipe off his elated grin. It was good to see that Rome could still be the goofball that he remembered. There were still things that they needed to hash out over a few more fist fights but for now, they were more or less back to normal. He tapped Rome's elbow when he saw Monica Fuentes weaving her way through the crowd to reach them.

"Hey, you guys did something right," she praised, "Verone never associates with hired help."

"Then what's that make you?" Rome snarked.

She gave him a flat look before turning to Brian. "He's on his way."

"You mean you and Verone don't go everywhere together?" Rome questioned.

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing." Rome cocked his head at her before he sauntered off.

"What's his problem?"

Brian chuckled as he began walking to the bar. "He doesn't trust people that carry badges."

"You talk like you know." She noted, stepping closer to him as he lowered his voice, not wanting to be heard by the people around them.

"Yeah... I'd been a cop for about two months when Rome was busted in a garage raid. He had eight sets of wheels in his possession – each and every one of them were hot."

"So you busted him."

He narrowed his eyes at the Customs officer. "No, I didn't. I didn't even know it was going down. But it didn't really matter to him. Basically, once I became a cop, Roman started seeing me as a friend that became the enemy."

Brian had just settled into a seat at the bar with a drink when he noticed the change. It was subtle, just a feel in the air, but it had the hair on the neck of his neck standing on end with nervous anticipation. And he knew why the instant he saw him. Wild raven hair that fell forwards into vivid emerald green eyes. A lithe, muscled body clothed in skin tight black denim jeans and a form fitting forest green shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow and the top two buttons left undone, a black tie hanging loosely around his neck. All combined with a devilish smirk that adorned his face as he moved his body to the beat against his companion's own in a manner that was positively sinful. Kaiden Grant.

In Verone's club. Shit.

He spun his stool around so that he was facing the bar, his heartbeat pounding as he waited for everything to collapse around him. When nothing happened, he risked another glance at Kaiden but the man had his back towards him as he talked to his blonde haired companion, no longer dancing. Brian couldn't help but let his eyes drift along the raven's body, before suddenly feeling the strongest urge to just flee the fuck out of there. Brian stared wildly at the drink in his hand.

"You need to calm down, Brian. You're going to go against Verone soon and being wired up like this is going to give it all away." Monica urged. "Not to mention Kaiden Grant and Drake Stanford. They're ruthless, and they'll slaughter you the moment they think you've turned."

Brian twisted his lips into a semblance of a grin as he continued to stare into his glass. Not if Kaiden got to him first for defying the raven by continuing to drive for Verone, he mused, his thoughts a touch hysterical as his hand tightened on his drink.

~BTM~

Kaiden looked around the club with a critical gaze. Drake fought a smile at the look of disdain that was so out-of-place on the raven's usually cheerful face. Kaiden huffed when he turned to the blond. "I can't believe you made me be part of a meeting that was conducted here."

Drake finally grinned, unable to help himself. He slung an arm around the younger man's shoulder affectionately as he chuckled. "Not all clubs can be at the same high standard as ours, little brother."

Kaiden wrinkled his nose before his gaze sharpened and he slipped out from under Drake's arm. "Even if I never have to be here again it'll be too soon. I'll be back soon. I've got a little birdy to kill." Kaiden stalked across the room, heading towards Verone's unsuspecting booty call. He leant against the wall as he waited for her to finish her little phone call in the alcove.

"-Verone's trying to get a window open for his drivers. If it happens, I'll tell you as soon as I can. Ten-four[1]." Monica pocketed the phone, but jumped, startled, when Kaiden chuckled lowly.

"You know, I think it's considered a little rude to give someone's game play away to their rival." He told her, as he casually slipped his hands into his pockets. "Even among thieves."

"What are you talking about, Kaiden? Roberto and Enrique are not rivals." She quickly slipped into her persona as Verone's booty call. But not fast enough.

Kaiden slapped a hand to his forehead dramatically. "You're right. What am I saying? I don't know anything. I mean, 'Markham' could be Roberto's middle name for all I know. Which, of course, is absolutely nothing." Her eyes widened minutely, but it was enough for his suspicions. And his sudden vicious smile was enough to make her pale. He reached out a hand and gently grabbed her chin, in a mockery of a caress, turning her face to meet his eyes directly.

"But what I do know, is that Customs agents sure are getting pretty." He raised a brow at her sardonically. "Don't you think so, Monica?[2]" He left her standing there, pale and shaking.

~BTM~

"Dance with me?"

Brian jumped slightly, startled, before he turned to him. "Kaiden. Oh. I, um, sure."

He watched as Brian's eyes involuntarily slipped down his body, lingering at his ass, before jerking back up again. Their eyes met and the blonde blushed when he realised that he had been caught. Kaiden smirked as he slipped his arms around his neck and led him into the midst of the dancers. Kaiden began to sway lighty to the beat, slowly pressing closer to his blonde until nothing was between them.

"So," Brian spoke up, a tad breathlessly, "What's up?"

Kaiden chuckled lowly at how flustered he was, before replying, his voice just as low. "You know, Brian, when we had our little talk about you not driving for another source, I wasn't asking." He slowly traced a finger along the back of his blonde's neck. "Whatever you're playing at... you should realise that this is not a game you'll want to indulge in." He felt Brian shudder under his hands. "Why are you driving for Verone?"

"I took the job before... before that." Kaiden smirked at the blush that rose on his blonde's cheeks at the thought of the kiss. "I couldn't back out after that because he'd probably kill me." Blue eyes peeked at him as a shy hand slipped under his shirt to rest on his back. "And... something told me that would make you even angrier with me."

Kaiden felt a predatory smirk lift his lips at that as he pressed closer to the blonde, almost purring in satisfaction. He leant in to kiss Brian's neck lightly, just under his ear. "I'm very happy to hear that." At the double entendre, Kaiden pressed closer, letting him know exactly how much. "Once you finish this deal with Verone, Brian, we'll move you onto bigger and better things. But you'll drive for me, and me only. Got it?"

The blonde let his head fall onto Kaiden's shoulder with a low moan. "Got it."

With a grin, Kaiden backed up a little to give him space to recover, even as they continued to dance. Amusement danced in Kaiden's avada green eyes when his blonde finally worked up the nerve to slide his hand down to rest on his ass. He rolled his hips slightly into the hand and his amusement grew at the sight of pink cheeks. Kaiden chuckled lowly when his phone suddenly buzzed from his back pocket, the vibration from it travelling into Brian's hand and making the blonde jump. He glanced at the caller I.D, and frowned. An international call. "I'm afraid I have to cut our dance short, gorgeous. I have to take this."

Disappointment showed fleetingly on Brian's face, and in response a devilish smirk grew on his lips. "But if you behave, I'm sure you'll have plenty of opportunities to touch this," Kaiden rolled his hips against the blonde's hand again, "later tonight." Brian blushed hotly and he chuckled again, moving away as he answered the call.

"Harry."

Kaiden jerked to a stop, his eyes narrowed. "Who the fuck is this?" He hissed.

"You need to come back, Harry. Bill... Bill's gone missing."

[1] Ten-four – just old police lingo meaning 'copy that' or 'understood'.

[2] A question for you guys: are we ever told what name she goes by when she's undercover? Because I'm following an assumption that she utilises a fake name, which is why Kaiden knowing her real name is not good news for her...

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