Benson felt her soft lips intertwined in his. He loved it. It was like he was becoming aware of life in a different way. He calmed and savored every moment he habitually neglected in the past. He was like a baby growing up and experiencing things for the first time except he wasn't. Everything Alita does, everything about her cuts deeper than the surface. She took him tenderly as they kissed. It was deeper than just their lips touching, it was thousands of words spoken in tiny fractures of time. Her tongue searched his. He was willing to be found. It took longer than he had expected as Alita let her longing for him, the same that he had for her, overtake her. She let it all loose on him and he was overwhelmed.An amazing trait of Benson is that he always thinks ahead of time, so in the heat of their passionate kissing, her let down the front seats until they were lying flat.Alita smiled amidst kissing him and immediately left her seat and pushed him down to cross her legs over him
58.Benson wrapped his hand around Alita's waist and pressed her against his body. He thought to remove her bra so it would be out of his way for what he had in mind. She was still regaining her grip on her body but she helped him remove the bra completely.His hand went back to her waist, grabbing her hip this time. She yelped when he tightened his grip and rammed his stud deep inside her. She pressed her lips against her teeth as she raised her face to his. Her body was shaking. She placed her trembling hands on both his abs so she could feel his muscles while he fucked her. He studied her face while slowly thrusting in and out of her. She was still biting on her lips, her brows were knitted, and her eyes were almost closed but he could see her beautiful eyes. Her face twisted the more whenever he was inside her, just before he would slip out and go back out. He could see her longing for him to go faster on her face. She looked at him and then jerked her head upward and began slowl
59.Benson had thought Charity, his ex-wife, was the one for him –his one true love as they say it. Hell, he even married her and lived with her for a couple of years. She changed like a switch was flipped in her mind. She became intoxicated with the wealth he acquired and with the public recognition that came with his success as he climbed up the ladder of immense wealth.She turned from the loving and caring girl that supported him all the way to the top, whom he fell in love with from back in the day when he was a struggling young man on the streets hustling to make ends meet, to only care about how she looked and what she wore. She became carried away with being known as the wife of the fastest growing business man in LA rather than with being his wife, the woman he so needed. She withdrew from spending time with him to worshipping herself and attending any events she could find just to appear grand and expensive in the papers. Outside, she was the woman at the side the successfu
60.That night, after they were back and after she fed Julie and tucked her in for the night, Alita sat down on Julie's bed, legs crossed and palms spread over her thighs. Her favorite seating position for when she was deep in thought. Not that she was aware that was how she almost always sat whenever she wanted to digest anything in her mind. She just finds it a comfortable pose to engage her mind. She wanted to think about what to do next in her little scheme but as soon as she sighed and closed her eyes, pictures of her and Richie back in the day invaded her thoughts.Richie thought her how to survive out there on the streets when she worked for him. They were close and back then she could say he filled the void her father left when he died. She had the slightest idea that she was just a means to an end that he was keeping a close eye on rather than caring for like she thought he was. "In the line of work, you have to know the bad guys better than you know yourself and know how t
61.For Alita to get the detective, her partner, and a few others to leave the station she had to mess with Ana's body in a way that would draw so much attention. She had done it before so finding her way back to the slab room in the hospital was easy but opening Ana up and burying nylon of cocaine inside her and sowing her back up was the hard part. After testing the drug sample she got out of Ana, she found out that it wasn't completely raw but it was top grade. They used to grade cocaine in percentages according to how diluted they were. Ana had been loaded up with eighty percent high-grade cocaine after being murdered. It was just utter disrespect.Alita knew where she would find that grade of cocaine. She knew the customers that bought it directly from Richie to sell it in the black market to paranoid wealthy men who wouldn't want the word out that they do drugs. She had made enough money to afford a good quantity of cocaine so she set out to get it. But there was one problem.
62.Alita watched the police officer that escorted her to the cell as he walked back. She waited until she stopped hearing his footsteps before climbing up the bed and pushing up a compartment of the ceiling that lead into the ceiling. She raised one leg to the window from the bed and spread her palms on the wall, then flexed her muscle and push herself up until her other leg was on the wall where her palms were and her hands had pushed the ceiling open. She put her head through and managed to raise the rest of her body she was out of the cell and in the vent. SShe had memorized which turn would lead to where so she was above the room where they kept both staff and case files in no time. She came down and searched through the files until she found the one that had the detective's picture. She sneered as she read the name out, "Martha Stewart." Alita stood there learning all she could about Detective Martha Stewart: she had only two cases unsolved and thereby closed in her entire twe
63"She didn't die of drug?" Martha asked into the air, scrunching up her face as she stared at Ana's hand. "But the autopsy that came along with her body said she was pumped with too much cocaine so she died," she crossed her hands over her chest.The fat guy that Alita scared off from the slab room to Dr. Chris's office the first time she came cleared his throat and everybody turned to look at him. He raised his hand nervously and Martha gestured for him to speak. "Ours is different," he said looking downwards."What do you mean different?" Martha asked."She has broken ribs and bruises around her neck from being strangled," He said, fiddling with his fingers."What? Why wasn't I informed about this?" Martha asked.He looked at her and nodded and said, "I did the autopsy only a few days ago so… I didn't know what to do with it. I didn't want to get myself into trouble or anything. I was just supposed to put her in the slab but since there wasn't an autopsy, I thought doing one for t
64."Hey," Alita said when she walked into Benson's room and found him sitting down bed, hugging his thighs and lost in his thoughts. He didn't even hear her come in. "How're you holding up," she asked, her face contorted and her voice soft and tender like she was staring at a broken toy and asking out to nothing why it was broken whether it could be fixed. She hated seeing him like that –gloomy and dejected. "I didn't hear you come in," Benson said in a deep husky, and tired voice. He had probably been awake throughout the night. "I told you this was out of bounds," he chuckled. She gave a mirthless laugh and then said, "You should know by now that I mostly do what I am asked not to. You just make it irresistible for me when you say don't do this or that," she smiled weakly, studying him. 'I couldn't stop worrying about you. I hate to be left alone when I am something worries me enough to keep me awake at night. I always over-stretch my mind over the matter and end up thinking too