A police car crawled quietly up the driveway of the imposing mansion that belonged to Hunter and Stephanie Helmsley. There were enough lights on inside to penetrate the growing evening gloom and illuminate the parking area in front of the entrance. The police car stopped close to the front door, the driver not bothering to park alongside one of the three cars that were lined up nearby.

The driver's door opened, and Sheriff Sonya Deville emerged from the vehicle. Her expression conveyed that she wasn't in the best of moods. Slamming her door shut, Deville opened the rear door on the same side of the car and stiffly gave an instruction to the person inside. "Out!"

"Don't talk to me like I'm a fucking dog," a strikingly attractive young woman said in a fiery manner as she climbed out of the car, giving the sheriff a look of contempt. The woman had blonde hair with pink dye at the ends, and was dressed in a very revealing top, a pair of extremely short shorts and knee high leather boots.

"You want to be thankful I'm doing this. Now move," Deville replied impatiently, giving the woman a shove in the direction of the Helmsley mansion's front door.

The woman walked sullenly up to the front door, a scowl on her face the whole time. Deville pressed the doorbell.

They waited in an unpleasant silence for thirty seconds or so before the door was opened by none other than Stephanie Helmsley herself. She was impeccably dressed and made up as ever, and she soon effected the glare that anyone who wasn't in the Helmsley family's favour was used to seeing. "What are you doing here?" she demanded of Deville. "You've been told before you shouldn't come to the house."

"Usually, I wouldn't," Deville assured her. "But I need to speak to Hunter."

"Oh, do you now?" Stephanie said indignantly before her attention turned to the other, shorter woman. "Who is this?"

"She's the reason I need to speak to Hunter," Deville said evenly.

"Who is it, Steph?" Hunter Helmsley's voice said, coming from further back in the entrance hall. His footsteps could be heard on the marble floor as he made his way over to the door.

"Deville," Stephanie said with annoyance. Turning and walking away, she left the door open without inviting the visitors in.

Moments later, Hunter appeared at the door, looking less than impressed himself about Deville showing up at his home. "Sonya, I'm going to assume there's a good reason for this?" Like Stephanie before him, he looked at the other woman and asked exactly the same question. "Who is this?"

"Can we come in, or are we going to stand and talk out here?" Deville asked.

Hunter opened the door wider and showed them in. "Okay, what's this about?" he asked as he closed the door behind them. The young woman with the pink in her hair looked around the entrance hallway. If she was impressed by what she saw, she didn't show it.

Sonya gestured to the woman. "This is Robert Bliss's daughter, Alexa. In the past month I have arrested her three times, including this afternoon for shoplifting. I brought her here instead of locking her up as I know Robert was one of your men."

"Alexa," Hunter said faintly, looking at the daughter of one of his most loyal men. It must have been ten years since he had last seen her, after Robert had been killed on a Helmsley job and her mother had decided to take their daughter and leave Stamford City.

"You look weird bald," Alexa told him, remembering him with long blonde hair.

"And my beard is going grey," Hunter added good-naturedly. "A lot changes in ten years."

"Hunter," Sonya said, getting the conversation back on track. "Either you keep her off the streets, or I will." Her message was perfectly clear: One more offense and Alexa Bliss was going to be spending some time in jail.

Hunter nodded, an appreciative expression on his face. "I'll do that. Thanks, Sonya."

Deville nodded, assuming that she would be looked after the next time a brown envelope came her way. She wasn't exactly on the Helmsley pay roll as such, but she would bend rules from time to time in order to keep heat off Helmsley, and maintain the peace in Stamford. In return, Helmsley lined her pockets on a regular basis.

"I'll leave you to it," Deville said, heading for the door.

Looking back at Alexa, Hunter still couldn't quite believe what he was seeing. This was what the young girl he had known had grown up to look like. Beautiful, undoubtedly, but she also had the look of a hooker about her. Apparently she was no stranger to the wrong side of the law, as Deville had just stated.

"So, I'm under house arrest here now," Alexa said with a sigh once Deville had closed the door behind her.

"Better than in one of Deville's cells," Hunter said brightly, wanting to cheer her up. "How's your mom?"

"Dead. OD, four years ago," Alexa said matter of fact.

"Shit, I'm sorry," Hunter said quietly.

Alexa shrugged, indicating that it was a matter of indifference to her. "She wasn't much of a mom anyway. She was never clean after dad died. She was a fucking train wreck to be honest with you. I'm surprised she lasted as long as she did."

"And what have you done with yourself since then?" he asked. "I mean, how have you supported yourself?"

Alexa grunted a laugh. "Look at me. Ain't it fucking obvious?"

"Christ," Hunter muttered. Yes, it was perfectly obvious. "Well, you're not going to have to do that anymore. Your dad was one of my best and most loyal men. The Helmsley family take care of their own. I told your mom that before she left, but she didn't want to hear it."

"Unsurprising. It was your fault dad died," Alexa pointed out in a cutting manner.

"Actually, no it wasn't. Your dad screwed up, and paid the highest price for it, despite my attempt to save him. But that doesn't change the fact that I would have supported you and your mom. I still will support you. You have a roof over your head here, and I'll make sure you don't have to do… that… for money again," he said, avoiding directly referring to her being a whore.

"Everything okay, Hunter?" a woman's voice asked from across the hallway.

Alexa turned and saw a woman with bleached blonde hair standing in a doorway. She had one arm in a sling.

"Trish, this is Alexa. She's the daughter of one of my men who is no longer with us. She's going to be staying with us, so can you have a room prepared quickly?"

"Yes, of course," Trish said, heading across the hall and up the stairs.

"What's her deal?" Alexa asked Hunter, obviously referring to her bad arm.

"She was shot a month ago. We had an intruder break in here. The bullet hit her chest, damaging some nerves and stuff. She's rehabbing to get full movement back in her shoulder. Hopefully, in time, she'll be back to one hundred per-cent."

Alexa didn't look particularly interested in Trish's story, and chose not to comment on it.

"Come through," Hunter said, ushering her in the direction of the living room. "I'm sure Steph will be happy to see you once she knows who you are, Ronda too."

"Ronda still lives here?" Alexa asked, showing some enthusiasm for the first time as she thought about her childhood friend.

"She does. Somethings I think she wishes she didn't, but she does," Hunter said with a chuckle. His attempts at humour didn't seem have any effect on Alexa, who didn't respond to them at all.

Hunter walked into the living room with Alexa by his side. In the room, Stephanie and Ronda were relaxing on couches, watching a news channel on a gigantic television.

"What was that all about? Who is this?" Stephanie asked, getting back up when her husband and his new guest walked in. It was clear that she wasn't happy in the least with the sheriff showing up with a random hooker in tow.

"Holy fuck! Alexa!" Ronda exclaimed, recognising her immediately and getting up to great her.

"Hello, Ronda. Mrs Helmsley," Alexa said. "Apparently I'm living here now."

"Wait, what?" Stephanie asked, shaking her head slightly in confusion as Ronda walked over and hugged Alexa. "Alexa, as in Robert's daughter?"

"That's right," Hunter said. "Deville has been seeing rather a lot of her lately. Her words were, 'Either you get her off the streets or I will.' So, yeah, she'll be staying here for a while."

Stephanie nodded slowly. She of course knew the history that was in play, and also that Helmsley looked after their people. "Very well. But Alexa, you need to know that this is a delicate time for Helmsley. There was an incident that happened recently, and it has meant that as an organisation we're having to keep our heads below the parapet, understand?" she said sternly to their new guest.

"I'll be as quiet as a church mouse," Alexa said with some irony in her voice.

"Trish is fixing a room for her now," Hunter said.

Ronda put an arm around Alexa's shoulders and ushered her out of the room. "Let's go and help her. I'm thinking we've got a lot of catching up to do."

Once Alexa was gone, Stephanie approached her husband. "She's here alone. What about…"

She had been about to enquire about Alexa's mother, but Hunter cut her off with a shake of his head that told her all she needed to know.

"Shit," Stephanie said quietly.

"She said her mom died four years ago. She must be what, twenty by now? So she's been on her own since she was sixteen. She's been working street corners to get by. Steph, we can't let her go back to that life, we owe Robert that much."

"I agree," Stephanie said. "We should take her in."

"I'll get KO, Joe, Randy and Becky together and tell them what the deal is," Hunter said, referring to his inner circle of henchmen and woman. "I'm not stupid enough to believe Alexa isn't going to be a pain in the ass sooner or later. You can tell she's got a hell of an attitude about her, so I'll make sure everyone knows what's going on. I'll tell them that if at all possible, they're to either keep Alexa here, or at the very least out of trouble."

Stephanie nodded her agreement with that idea. "Yes, because the last thing we need right now is trouble. Even though Deville is doing her best to stall the investigation into our resolution of the Reigns… problem, there are more eyes and ears on us right now than I'm comfortable with."

"Right," Hunter nodded. "I'm hearing the same thing from Vega. They're lying low too. She said their gun running isn't even operating at half of what it could be right now."

There was no fondness towards Zelina Vega and The Vega Cartel from Stephanie, but there was respect. "Shrewd, clever woman that one. She wouldn't have gotten into bed with us on that deal if she didn't expect to get away with it."

"I know," Hunter said. "But until the heat dies down a bit, she's playing things as safely as we are."

Sheriff Deville walked back into the police station after her trip to the Helmsley mansion feeling pleased with herself. She had dealt with a potential problem in a simple and efficient way. Now she could spend the rest of her shift catching up with the daunting amount of paperwork that was waiting for her in her in tray.

Not looking forward to the task, she went and fetched herself a coffee from the machine before heading to her office. Once inside, she closed the door and settling down at her desk. She removed the first sheet of paper from the stack in her tray and took a pen out of her drawer.

At this time of the evening, the station was pretty quiet. It was too early for the night's intake of drunks to be brought in, and the day's other processing had already been done earlier. For that reason it was the best time of day for administrative work.

Only a few minutes in, with a total of two sheets of paper in her out tray, Sonya heard some kind of commotion coming from the direction of the front desk. There was some banging about, and a couple of raised voices.

Sighing in annoyance, Deville put her pen down and got up out of her chair. At that moment her office door opened and a tall blonde woman in a black suit and white blouse walked in. Sonya pegged her as FBI before the ID appeared in her hand. "Agent Flair, FBI," the woman said, talking in the superior manner that Deville was used to hearing from her type. "We're here about the mass shooting."

Deville had figured that out before being told, too. So much for stalling the investigation, she thought behind her impassive face. "Sheriff Sonya Deville. I'm in charge of the investigation."

A hint of a smirk appeared on Agent Flair's face. "Not anymore," she said with finality.

A/N: Welcome, everyone, to this sequel! The Helmsley family have themselves a new guest, and the FBI have turned up to take over the investigation into the mass shooting that wiped out Roman Reigns' men at the end of the previous story. What do you think all of this might mean for our favourite meth manufacturers?