Title: Deal of Chances
Chapter: 2/2
Pairing: Derrick Harrington/Massie Block
Rating: Mature [As in, I planned this one shot with smut, but then changed my mind by splitting it up.]
Warnings: Alcohol use, alternate universe, drug mentions, dubious consent, gang mentions, and hints of sexy times bow chica wow wow, language, and violence.
Word Count: 4,620
Summary: Derrick discovers more chances.
Author's Notes: yo no smut. it's a fade-to-black cut-away, but I still made it M because there's a lot of buildup to it. If you don't want to read that part skip to the second '##' ENJOY BYE

Deal of Chances: Part II

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Derrick usually took out penthouse suites, but on missions like this, it was better not to draw attention to yourself. He unlocked the door to his basic suite with a beep and held open the door for Massie. The place wasn't too shabby compared to where he usually stayed when out of the States, but he was used to it. A living area and bar, furnished in creamy white and yellows, a raised platform leading to the bedroom, and a balcony overlooking the blue Caribbean Sea. He didn't turn on the light; the moonlight was bright enough for them to see.

Derrick stripped himself of his suit and cufflinks, tossing them on the couch in front of him. He rolled up his sleeves to the elbow and loosened his tie, feeling constricted. He headed over to the bar and poured himself a drink. He poured another for Massie too, but left it on the counter.

He watched her as she explored the room. They both looked so out of place in this shabby hotel. She wondered what she was used to. Her dress was expensive, but was it a gift from Kemp? Where did she live? Did she travel with Kemp? And if she did, did she stay in rooms like this or in lavish penthouses? He knew a lot about her from just observing, but also nothing at all.

Massie turned back to him. Her amber eyes glowed in the light of the moon coming from the glass windows next to her. She watched him, leaning against the counter, legs crossed at the ankles, drink in hand. She shut her eyes and opened them again slowly.

"You want me," she finally breathed with heavy lidded eyes.

"Yes," Derrick admitted instantly. There was no hesitation in his statement.

At his quick reply, the corner of her mouth twitched as if she was going to smile. She didn't though. Instead, she asked, "Why?"

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

This time Massie's red lips hitched up on one side in a pleased smile. She crossed her arms over her chest and shifted in her heels. "You want me to sleep with you."

It wasn't a question. Derrick answered her anyways, "Yes."

"You're sick too then. You're just like him," Massie snapped, tilting her head outside the window, gesturing back toward the casino where they had left Kemp.

"Then you're used to it." Derrick knocked back the rest of his drink.

Massie's nostrils flared in anger at his retort. He expected her to yell, to try to hurt him the way she did Kemp back at the casino when she was angry, he hadn't brought bodyguards along to stop her, but she surprised him again by smoothing her face into an emotionless mask. As if she was brushing off what he said, as if Derrick was nothing but an irksome fly she could ignore if she chose.

He found himself getting mad. Her impassivity infuriated him. He liked her better fiery, but it was as if she had known that and was doing this on purpose. He wondered which one was the real her. He filed the information away for later, he would find out. Placing his glass on the counter, he approached her. Massie's breath hitched at his proximity, but she didn't back away. She met his stare.

"What's your last name?" he asked.

Massie's face stayed impassive, but her red lips tilted up slightly again as if in secret amusement. Her amber eyes seemed to see through him and his weaknesses completely. "Hurley," she whispered slowly.

She was lying. Already, he could read her expressions, even emotionless as she tried to be. She wanted to stump him or throw him off, but he had expected it. It didn't work.

"Your real name," he said, tugging at his tie again. It slithered to the ground.

Massie's amber eyes darkened at the motion and her smile widened at being caught. "Block."

"Block," he repeated reverently. It was fitting. She was a force to be reckoned with. Something tugged at his memory, but he brushed it off to focus on the girl in front of him. Derrick reached up and traced the line of her jaw with this thumb. Massie didn't move, but her breathing sped up and her face flushed. She couldn't hide it even if she tried, not when he was so close to her, watching her so closely. "You want me too."

"My body is not for sale," Massie said instead of confirming. But to Derrick, all that mattered was that it wasn't a denial. He said he couldn't let her go, but there was nothing holding Massie here. She could have left, could have put distance between them, could have walked out anytime. There was nothing stopping her. But she didn't. Even now, when he was so close to her that they were breathing the same air, she didn't leave.

"What are you doing with a guy like Kemp?" he murmured under his breath, admiring the slope of her collarbones, her bare shoulders, and her neck. Everything about her was graceful. She smelled like vanilla and flowers, womanly.

At the mention of her lover, Massie turned her face away from his grip. "That's none of your business." The tightening of her shoulders and the furrow of her brows told him she was confused by his question. Why do you even care? he saw her wondering.

Because she was the beauty of the world, with confidence ringing in her tones and sly secret smiles he wanted to devour. There was cunning in her eyes and passion in every move she made. She was fiery and icy all at once, an enigma he couldn't read, and Derrick prided himself on reading people. She was stubborn and strong, but weak and willing and sexual. She was everything he had ever desired.

She was right though. She wasn't his; he had no right to her. But still, he wondered about her story, about how she ended up around the same circles as Kemp, about how a girl like her allowed a man to treat her like that. He couldn't stop himself though, "Do you love him?"

"What does it matter?" Massie whispered, shaking her head with her eyes shut tight. "I'm here, aren't I?"

"You are," Derrick allowed. He allowed himself to bask in the thought that she wanted this too, probably as much as he did. She was willing. She was here. His hand moved from her jaw to her neck, burning a trail of heat, and her skin erupted in goose bumps wherever he touched. Her eyes stayed shut, but her breathing was steady. She was silent, she was pliant.

Derrick stepped around her, encircled her. His hands grasped her thick locks and brushed them over one shoulder. His stomach fluttered in anticipation at the sight of her bare back and neck. His hand reached for the strap holding her dress up. He paused, though, his hand hovering over her.

"Are you sure?" he asked lowly.

He wanted to give her one last chance. The silence in the dim room was thick with tension. For a moment, there was only the sound of their breathing. Derrick felt his heart in his throat at the possibility she would turn him down. But then, she whispered, "Yes."

He tugged and parted her dress, pushing it off her shoulders, down her arms, and allowing it to pool around her waist. Her hands came up to cover herself in front in a show of modesty. He pressed his lips to the back of her neck, tasting her, and she gasped. The noise was a shot to his groin. She tilted her head, submitting under him, and Derrick could tell she felt his pleased smile against her body. Luxuriantly, indolently, almost dazedly, his tongue caressed her endless smooth skin. He could taste the flutter of her pulse and the heat of her body.

Derrick smoothed his hands down her shoulders, her back, and over her waist. One quick tug and she was naked, her dress pooling around her feet, clad in only her heels and silk underwear. But then, in another move surprising him once again, she turned in his arms and dropped her arms, betraying the false modesty she had put up only moments before.

He stared at her. "You're worth more than any deal in the world."

She kissed him.

Nothing could have prepared him for it. A volcano eruption, a nuclear bomb, it was an explosion of passion. Her hands balling into fists on his shoulders and clutching his shirt, she pressed against him, falling hungrily into his mouth, smothering him with her warm breath, her heated scent, the press of her breasts, and the taste of vanilla, honeysuckle, and something deeper.

He pushed back against her, one hand slipping around her waist and pulling her close, the other slipping behind her head into her hair and gripping, hungry for more. Maybe it was the feel of her bare breasts brushing against his dress shirt, maybe it was the press of his hard cock against her stomach, maybe it was his hands gripping her to him to the point of pain, but she surrendered at his rough handling with a sigh of utter bliss. And like the flowers she tasted of, she bloomed under him, parting her lips and allowing his tongue entry to massage and stroke hers, fanning the flames of desire higher.

It was heaven.

It was ecstasy.

It was too much. With a gasp, Derrick pulled away, panting like he was running a marathon. Massie panted her own breaths into the curve of his jaw, setting about unbuttoning his shirt. He pushed her back up against the living room wall, harder than he meant to; her head hit the plaster with a thump. Derrick barely cared, pressing his lips back against her skin of her neck and sucking.

She moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders, as if to push him away. She didn't.

Derrick kissed his way down her chest, down her stomach, suckling and licking and caressing. He was all over her and she was sensitive everywhere he caressed. She was flushed and glossy eyed and beautiful. So beautiful, it made Derrick's teeth ache.

On his knees in front of her, his suckled her hipbone and his hand slid up her leg and found her panties. She was wet, he could feel it. He groaned out loud. There was no denial possible now. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.

His hand slipped up under her silk underwear through the leg hole, barely grazing her. He glanced up at her and met her dilated eyes, watched her flushed face, ached for her parted lips.

"Last chance," he murmured. "There's no going back. Do you want this?"

No hesitation. "Yes," she cried. Derrick jerked her underwear down. It was the last coherent word she said.

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Afterward, Derrick watched her lay there on the bed, unmoving and staring at the ceiling in concentration. Her body was relaxed, stated. It had easily been the best sex of his life, but there was an troubled feeling in the pit of his stomach.

And he hadn't survived this long in his life by ignoring his instincts.

He was raised better than that. Derrick rolled off the bed and slid on his boxers, reaching for his phone in his discarded pant pockets.

He took out his phone and sent out a text to one of his guys, Chris Plovert on an update on his whereabouts and just as he clicked send, he realized.

It had been too fucking easy.

He'd been played. Massie was the honeypot, the bait.

As if sensing his sudden tension, Massie sat up on the bed, drawing the sheet up to cover herself in a show of unneeded modesty. He had seen it all already.

Like a cord was severed, anger ballooned in him in overwhelming waves. He narrowed his eyes at her. His voice was low and dangerous. "Do you do this often?"

Massie's narrowed her own eyes at him, rolling out of bed. "Do you think I would be with a man who sold me out regularly?"

No, she wasn't the type, he knew that much. She'd never allow herself to be treated like that, not by someone like Kemp. And no self respecting girl would come back here with him without some knowledge or incentive or motive. But she had. Massie knew something, knew enough. Enough about Kemp and him and the business to be in on it. To be willing enough.

Derrick strode over to his open suitcase and pulled out his gun. Massie flinched, but she didn't cower away.

"I'm going to ask you again. How many times have you done this before?"

Massie shifted the sheet on her chest. He took in her sex tousled hair and red swollen lips, her flushed cheeks and heightened breaths, and felt another surge of anger at the desire that crashed over him. Molten fury and shame at almost being bested by Kemp rolled in his stomach like the memories of the old betrayal.

He cocked his gun.

"Just once," Massie blurted suddenly at the sound. "He tried to get me to do it one other time, but I set it up to meet the guy the next day and I got the address and hotel room beforehand. I never met with him. I just told Kemp the location."

Derrick grabbed her by the arm roughly and forced her on the bed at the admission. The notion that Kemp used such tactics with his girlfriend was so him that Derrick wasn't even surprised.

"So what?" Derrick asked, keeping his face hard as stone. "You tire me out with sex, wait until I'm out cold, and call him? What's he going to do? Kill me?"

"I don't know. Maybe!" Massie squealed at the feel of the cold barrel of his gun at her temple. "I swear, I don't know what he planned. But he said something about payback. Payback for what happened in college."

Derrick exhaled loudly through his nose. Of course. Predictable. He eyed her. Massie had had nothing on her person. No purse and no phone, so she must have been planning to call him on the hotel phone. It would have been a colossal mistake. He strode over and ripped it from the wall.

Massie winced at the sound. Her eyes were fiery again now that his gun was away from her face. "Are you going to kill me?"

He looked at her again, met her eyes, and shit, he was in fucking deep. Because he probably couldn't, even if he wanted to. He walked over and leaned over her, his hands on the bed on either side of her thighs, trapping her in. The butt of his pistol brushed against her hip, but she kept her eyes on him.

"I'll ask you again," Derrick said slowly. "Why are you with a guy like Kemp?"

Massie smirked, nice and slow. "The life excites me."

Derrick felt his own lips twitch. He fought down his amusement. He considered her for a moment and then he shifted his weight and raised the gun again, running it up the side of her neck. Her breath hitched like it was his lips caressing her. He stopped the barrel under her chin and forced her head up.

"Tell me the truth now," he murmured against her lips. "Did he order you to sleep with me? Or did you do it with your own free will?"

And even though her eyes dilated in fear, Massie's smirk widened. "What do you think I'd say? With a gun pointed at me?"

Derrick grinned at her cockiness. If he was going to kill her, he would have killed her the moment she confessed. They both knew it. He was teasing her now. He deliberated. "…I think that you'd consider that. And then tell me the truth."

"I came because I wanted to," Massie answered after searching his eyes for a moment. "If anything, he ordered me not to sleep with you. But… it's different with you."

Derrick thought he knew what she meant. Already he felt inexplicably tied to her, like they were in the same network and connected more than they were. He'd felt it the moment he laid eyes on her. He wanted her from the moment he spotted her. He couldn't let her go.

He wanted to kiss her, but he wasn't stupid. But then again, if he was inept enough to be bested by the old honeypot planted by Kemp of all people and then overpowered by a slip of a girl like Massie, he deserved to die.

"Do you know who I am? Really?" he asked her instead. She nodded in confirmation and Derrick clutched the gun in his hand tighter. "Okay," Derrick said softly. "This is the part where you tell me everything you know."

Massie considered him in return. "How do I know you won't kill me the moment I tell you everything?"

Derrick smirked, his grin predatory. "That's a risk you're going to have to take." The gun stayed pressed to her, biting into the skin under her chin. "What are the chances of Kemp rescuing you before I shoot?"

The answer was obvious.

"Was the whole deal a set up from the beginning?" Derrick demanded.

Massie shook her head slightly. He jabbed the gun up under her chin harder with a stern eye. "I'm gonna need more than that."

"No," she rasped. He lowered the gun a notch at her compliance. "No, he has the coke. He met with a guy over in South America or something. He just needs the boats to get them from here to the US."

Derrick lowered his gun slowly. He was surprised at how much she knew. It was highly unlikely that Kemp told her all this. As if she read his eyes, she shrugged with that same sly grin he liked so much back on her face, "Walls are thin in Columbia."

"And do you know who he's planning on getting his boats and connections from if not me?"

Massie furrowed her brow, thinking, but he saw through her easily. She was bluffing. She knew a lot, way more than she should. Derrick was willing to bet she knew so much by eavesdropping on purpose, for her own survival. He knew she was cunning. He gripped her by the hair and tugged sharply to capture her attention. "I'm not a patient guy."

"Rivera. The meeting was in Spain, but they're based in New York too. They're the ones that secured him the kilos in the first place," Massie instantly said with a wince.

Derrick froze at her words, his mind whirling with the implications. He knew the Riveras. The fact that they were going to get the deal his family desperately needed so bad was another blow his family couldn't suffer. It was bad enough being backstabbed by the Hurleys.

He had already experienced the feeling once. He knew exactly what he had to do now. You burned your bridges before your opponent could. And from this experience, he learned something else, you don't cripple your enemies, you kill them. And good riddance forever. When he was done with Kemp after this mess with Massie, they were going need to scrap him off the walls to even ID him.

"Alright," Derrick said slowly, his mind already making connections and plans and plots. "Alright," he repeated, winding his hand deeper into Massie's hair and pulling so that her face was near his. Their breaths mingled as they considered each other. "Here are your options."

Massie swallowed, opening her mouth to speak, but Derrick cut across her. "Here are your options: You run. You sell the jewelry on your wrist and that dress on the floor out there for a plane ticket and you run." Here, he paused and feigned a careless shrug. "You'll probably be running for the rest of your life after the other guys hear what went down. When it gets out what I did to Kemp for his tricks and when they hear that it was you who sold him out."

Massie's eyes had widened at his sudden careless tone and ruthless words. He continued. "Or, I save you the torture of what Kemp's guys are going to do to you if they ever catch you. We can fake a struggle…" He paused here and stared into her amber eyes so that she could tell that he was dead serious. "And I shoot your brains out."

But in another one of her endless moves that would probably never cease to surprise him, instead of cowering in fear, Massie giggled, light and airy as if he had told a funny joke. He blinked at her.

"I don't think so," she purred. "You see, Derrick, none of those options sound appealing to me."

"You don't have a choice," Derrick told her, but he considered her. She might never cease to surprise him. Everything about her was more than he expected. He should have seen this coming.

"I have more choices than that," Massie replied, her eyes clearing and her smile dropping. She was angry again. He released her hair at her words and stood up. "Do you think I'm an idiot? In this for the high? For the rich life? Do I look like the type? …I've heard of you, Derrick Harrington, but I guess, you've never heard of me."

"The guy Kemp met in South America? The one with the kilos?" Massie tilted her head and smiled slyly at him, her eyes glimmering devious. "…was my Daddy."

Derrick's heart skipped a beat at the sudden turn of events. The nagging feeling was back, from earlier, tugging at his brain. Only this time, Derrick gave it the chance to click. "William Block," he rasped finally. "You're William Block's daughter."

"Bingo." Massie hitched the sheet higher over her chest and Derrick was jostled back into remembering she was naked. He took in the sight of her again, with his marks on her neck and breasts, and felt the drum of desire washing over him again.

What were the odds? What were the chances?

Pure luck.

"You're right." Derrick grinned, slowly, cheekily. A winning smile. He smoothed a hand over her cheekbones and brushed her hair back over her shoulder, exposing his marks. He traced his finger over a purple one on the curve of her neck and considered her. "You do have more choices."

Massie smiled sweetly at him in agreement. He raised his gun and dropped out the chamber. He tossed the gun on the bed and the bullets separately into his suitcase. He wasn't dumb; Massie was something special. He wouldn't put it past her.

"Do you love him?" His fingertips grazed over the pulse on her throat and Massie shivered.

"Who?" she asked, watching him.

"Kemp."

"I enjoyed him," Massie replied steadily. Derrick would be willing to bet that Massie was the only reason Kemp had the connections to the kilos. He had suited her fancy.

And if he went further back, Massie was probably the only reason the Hurley family had the ability to sever ties with the Harrington family way back when. They couldn't have done it without the coke from the Blocks.

He was sick of games and sick of twists, and sick of the Hurleys and sick of Kemp. How ironic was it that Kemp was planning on stabbing him in the back again, but in the end, end up really putting the deal and Massie on the table.

And now Derrick had her. Kemp's girlfriend, his connections, her family, all under his thumb. He knew chances when he saw them.

Poetic justice.

Karma was favoring him tonight.

"And me?" Derrick grinned, crawling over her. Massie leaned back slightly, the teasing smile still on her face.

He didn't give her a chance to answer; his lips were on her skin again, pressing her against the bed, devouring her moans and her sighs and swallowing them down. He was high on adrenaline, high on victory.

"Kemp's a fucking idiot," he whispered against her neck, breathing in her scent. He was lost in her, consumed by her. "I'd never sell you. Not for 40,000 kilos, not for some petty revenge, not for anything in the world."

Massie turned and looked at him as if she didn't believe him, but he meant it. He was fucking fucked, because he meant it. He was sure he'd met his match. Massie Block was going to be the death of him.

Her soft hands caressed his stomach and lit him on fire. "I enjoy you more," she finally said, answering his question and soothing his fears. Her eyes were bright and her face was flushed in embarrassment.

Derrick pressed his lips against hers and fuck, just a touch was a torch to his veins. Massie wound her arms around him and hummed her enjoyment, a sound he lapped off her lips like raw sugar. She was so responsive, sensitive, uninhibited that she was a potent drug that he was sure he could overdose on. She was lethal. He craved to know her. All of her.

Derrick pulled away, breathing hard through his nose, which wasn't easy with the way Massie was peppering kisses along his jawline and down his neck.

"You have kilos of coke, but you can't transfer any of it without my connections. You have the Rivera's, but you can't sell on US soil with my family's connections. Block, I think this sounds like the start of a beautiful relationship."

Massie tilted her head back with a twinkle in her eye and jokes in her tone. "Are you proposing?"

"I think we can both benefit from a business union like that."

She smiled that sly smile of hers up at him again. "Deal."

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A/N: Tada! I kind of left it with an open ending, but at least it's a happy one. Sort of. Was it what you were expecting?

This is the first in a series of smutty one-shots tropes I had planned. One cliche for each PC member. Next up is Alicia, but I still don't know who I should write her with. Should I do... Alicia/Josh or Alicia/Cam? What would you guys like to read more of?

Thanks for reading! Kisses!

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