Chapter 6— Ryan

It was another busy day in New York City, the roads were filled with cars like sardines, drivers continued to honk at every opportunity they had, pedestrians walked up and down the roads; each with a destination in mind. Businesses were ready for another day's sales.

Ryan Steven had slept through the ringing of his clock on his table. After a stressful yesterday's shift with an injured bandaged knee and a resounding headache, he was exhausted beyond a night's sleep. He had felt ashamed and incompetent for his job after last night's encounter with the jewel thief. He couldn't believe that he had been brought down by a woman; one who kicked like a man, he thought.

Ring ring ring! Ryan's alarm clock screamed at him again, this time he woke up with a shock, he yawned, wiped his eyes and sat on his bed,

"Another day at that freaking job!" Ryan complained, "Shut the hell up clock!" Ryan angrily pressed the stop button of the alarm clock.

"Shit!" He fell back to bed wanting to sleep some more, as he laid on his back, his eyes were fixed on the ceiling— he began to remember yesterday night on the roof,

"Who's that girl!" Ryan whispered. He could see a flash of her cunning eyes, the smell of her hair was still fresh to his nose, the memory of how she tricked him and beat him up made him smile, "Damn!"

Ryan decided to jump out of bed, he was still in his boxers and his broad chest was exposed, he was a masculine figure, his long arms were thick and muscled up, his belly was hard with a six pack, he walked on gallantly to the kitchen, his tiny boxers hugged his ass well, his legs were thick and hairy, his height made him look like a Demi god.

Ryan brushed back his thick black hair with his fingers and yawned. He reached for the coffeemaker with the intention to make coffee for himself, he started off by measuring cold water into the water reservoir of the coffee maker then he poured a measured spoon of ground coffee into the filter and placed the basket into the machine, he turned the machine on and waited for the coffee to brew.

It took about five minutes from the time the water began to drip onto the ground coffee to when the water had completely mixed up with the coffee, Ryan turned the machine off and took the glass carafe. He poured the contents of the glass into a mug and decided to spice up his coffee with a pinch of cinnamon, then he added cocoa powder, he brought out a bottle of bailey cream from the fridge and poured a little bit of the liquid into his coffee, then stirred the mug with a spoon and exhaled, "Gonna taste real good!"

He took a sip from the drink and was satisfied with his creation, he continued to sip his coffee then brought out his phone, he began to scan through his phone for daily updates on the news forum,

'Robbers invaded Fortuna auction building last night, stole the Van Cleef and Arpels Diamond ring worth 950 grand!

The New York police department are still in pursuit of these criminals.

According to our sources, FBI agent Ryan Steven was attacked by the robbers and left unconscious. The robbers had escaped without a clue of their whereabouts or the identities of these masked criminals!'

"Shit!" He bummed a fist on the table, "I'm gonna find this bitch and make her pay!"

Ryan finished up his coffee, washed up the coffee maker and the mug, he moved on into his bedroom took off his boxers and jumped into the shower, he took his bath and put on a blue pair of jean trousers, a white shirt and a black leather jacket. He added a black pair of dress shoes and looked himself in the mirror, he sprayed some Dove hair spray onto his hair, he combed his hair to his taste and took one last look at the mirror, he grinned and nodded with satisfaction.

Ryan sprayed on some body perfume, took his keys, ID cards, some cash and his phone— he stuffed them into the pockets of his trousers and left for the door. Finally he was out of his house and drove off to work.