"Trey! How in the world did you get reservations to this place? It takes months to get in." Alexa says as she steps out of the car and realizes that they are at the restaurant she's been wanting to go to ever since it opened.

Trey looks at her a bit smugly before replying, "I own it." He gently urges her forward with a hand on her back and go into the building. He doesn't let her open any of the doors.

When Alexa tries, "Please, Alexa, just for tonight let me be a gentleman?" Trey says it with pleading in his tone that catches Alexa by surprise.

She looks at him sharply, "Okay, I didn't mean to make you feel bad."

Trey snorts, "I am well aware of just how able you are to take care of yourself. I want just this one night where I can treat you like the lady you are."

Alexa smiles, she could get used to this. As they turn back to the restaurant the smile falls. Too bad once he gets over his infatuation he won't feel that way anymore. She finds herself fighting tears that want to fall.

The hostess when she sees Trey turns a bit white and is quick to greet him. "Your table has been prepared. Everything you requested has been done."

"Thank you."

Trey motions for the hostess to show them to their table. They actually have to go up some stairs to get there. 

Alexis notices that Jeremy and Jackson stop at the door to the room entrance. "Won't they be joining us?"

Trey shakes his head. "They've eaten before we left. They aren't the only security I have in here."

The hostess goes through the special and takes their drink orders before leaving as quickly as she can.

"You always scare your employees like that?" Alexa teases the man with her.

"They aren't used to me coming in. They've heard the rumors about me no doubt."

Alexa glances over the menu but decides to let Trey order for her. With that she sets her menu down and takes a look around. A private room that could easily fit a party in there.

Looking over she notices that one wall is glass and looking out she can see the diners down below.

"What do you think so far?" Trey asks her seriously.

Alexa looks at him delightedly, "It's wonderful. An awful lot of males and not many females down there."

"Most of the males are security." Trey says taking her hand and playing with her fingers. "I don't have very many females that are classy enough for a place like this."

Alexa looks at him and smirks, "You mean most of them are whores that are far more comfortable on the street?"

Trey heats up a bit and looks down shyly, "Yeah, or the brothels. Men that use them don't care if they have class or not."

Alexa squeezes his hand, "It's okay, I understand. I don't have very many females I could take to a place as fancy as this either."

They sit and talk once they get their food. "The food is incredible, you have a very talented chef."

"Thank you, I think so. I tasted her cooking shortly after she graduated and knew that I wanted her for this position. Fortunately she was willing."

It is as they are finishing up their desert that they hear the gunfire.

"The wall is bulletproof glass." Trey tells her even as they take positions of safety under the table. They both get out guns as they hear the gunfire just outside the door to their dining room.

Jackson and Jeremy are the guards and Alexa is angry when the door is kicked open and she can see them down. At least one of them is bleeding rather bad.

Then there isn't time for anger. Alexa is shocked at just how many have come in here, at least ten. She starts firing and although her shots don't miss, not all of them are good enough to take the enemy down.

She hears Trey swearing and then she feels a burning pain before taking the last one down.

"Alexa, look at me! No, keep your eyes open," Trey is hurt but not as badly as Alexa. "Has 911 been called?" Trey yells out, Alexa won't make it if they don't get her to the hospital immediately.

"Yeah, some of our men are down. Boss, Jeremy's in a bad way, I'm not sure he'll make it? How's the mistress?"

"She's losing a lot of blood. Damn it! Alexa look at me!" Trey is furious. Only a few of his men knew where he was coming tonight. Not even the ones that were eating were aware of the location until they got here. He has a mole in his house and he's going to find that person and make their life pure hell before he finally lets them die.

If Alexa dies, it will be a thousand times worse.

"Trey-" Alexa says in a voice barely above a whisper.

"No, don't speak, save your energy." Trey says calmly but he's getting a bit desperate.

Alexa shakes her head, "If, if I don't make it, you are to take over the Silver Dragons. Blaze already knows this." She smiles at his look of shock, "You will have your revenge if you just let me bleed to death."

"No!" Trey renews the pressure he'd eased up on with her shocking announcement. He could have it all if he lets her die. No one would say anything because it's obvious that he did try to save her. Hell, she's even handing him the Silver Dragons. That's more than he'd even thought about.

He doesn't even notice the sirens. He only knows that someone is pulling him away from Alexa. "No, I need to keep pressure on her wound!"

"Boss, let them take her so that they can save her." Only then does he realize that the person that pulled him off Alexa is Jackson.

"How's Jeremy?"

"They rushed him out of here and will take him into emergency surgery. They aren't sure if he'll make it to the hospital."

"Sir?" Another EMT comes over to Trey, "Might I look at your arm?"

Trey hadn't even remembered about being hit. He follows the paramedic to a chair and sits down as he looks it over. "Just a graze. I would urge you to go and have a doctor look at it and perhaps get stitches, but you won't bleed to death if you don't."

The paramedic isn't stupid, he's not going to tell a man with a gun that was almost killed in a gun fight what he should or shouldn't do.

"Thank you, my girlfriend?"

"She'll be taken into surgery immediately. I think she'll probably make it, due to you keeping pressure on her wound."

"Thank you, which hospital are they being taken to?" Trey remembers to ask. He can't remember which one is closest to this restaurant.

"General Mercy. If you feel up to it, the police would like a word with you now."

"Thank you," Trey says still a bit in shock and more than a little angry.

He takes out his phone, "Blaze, there's been a shooting. Alexa is hurt and on her way to General Mercy. I need protection for her and my downed men. I have a mole and I don't know who I can trust. I'll be there as soon as I can."

"She gonna be alright?" Blaze demands.

"I don't know. They'll be taking her directly into surgery."

"On my way," Blaze says and hangs up. He's never been angrier than he is in that moment. Trey might look into things on his end but he'll be looking into them from his as well. He sends out the orders even as he gets his men out to their vehicles and on their way to the protect Alexa.