Ryan pulled up his navy blue car in front of the 18th house on Doyers street, number 18 was boldly written on the wall of the old looking building and when he looked up, he could see a sign saying it's an orphanage home. He brought out the piece of paper with Lara's details, checked the address again to make sure he was in the right place.He sighed, "It's an orphanage?" Ryan was a bit confused but he decided to enter the building. He pressed the button on the door and he could hear the bell ring aloud from inside the house, he waited for a few seconds but no one replied so he pressed the button again. Ding dong! "Hold your horses!" A lady shouted angrily from the house with a croaky loud voice.Finally the door was opened by a fat white lady, she wore a large red dress and there were jewelries on her ears, neck, hands, fingers and one on her nose too. Her hair was wrapped high up with a green scarf, her chubby face was covered with heavy make up; her lips were painted
Ryan drove around for some time and decided to park his car in front of Broadway Dive bar, it was around 5pm already. The agent locked his car and walked into the bar that lovely evening. He had come here so many times to chill out the stress of daily life, to drink and have a good time, and today he had a lot on his mind— actually he had someone on his mind. He couldn't stop seeing Lara's face in his memory; her lips, her eyes, her hair everything about her made him more stressed. He was stressed because he knew he tortured himself not to believe that he was attracted to her. She was a thief and a murderer, how could he be attracted to someone like that? He disguised the true nature of his feelings for Lara with the word Attraction, but deep down he hated to admit that he was crazy about her, he was in love with a criminal, someone whom he met just once and it wasn’t in a friendly situation. He wasn't sure if he actually wanted to catch her, arrest her and lock her up for her cri
"So Mr cutie what do you do for a living?" Lara asked with a drunken voice. "Uh– I might as well can't recall!"They laughed crookedly. "Look what you made me do, I think we're both drunk!" Ryan said with fallen eyes. "Yeah we're sooo drunk", she laughed again. "I work with the police department". "Oook so you're a police officer!" "Nope, Federal Bureau of Investigation", he smiled weirdly. "How do we go home?" Lara asked with her eyes hovering around the bar. "I can't drive, I'll just holler a cab!" "Yeah that'll be best!" She nodded in agreement. Ryan searched his back pockets for some cash, then he brought out a few notes and slapped them on the table as payment. He cleared his throat and stood up to leave. "Hey Eleanor, it was nice meeting you!" He waved at her and began to walk away. "Actually why don't we get a cab together? I'm going the-same way as you are!" Lara jumped out of her seat and ran after Ryan. She slippe
They kissed each other madly like they were satisfying their cravings. “Mmm!” She moaned softly.Ryan kissed her while unzipping her dress from behind, the zipper gave way and her dress slowly slid down from her body exposing her breasts and curves. He grabbed her hair tightly from the back of her head with a fist and it brought her face upwards to Ryan’s gaze. He stared into her eyes and feathered her nipple. She gasped as she felt his hand on her breast with eyes closed. She quickly took off his jacket and raised up his shirt— exposing the six pack on his hard stomach.Ryan cooperated and allowed her to take of his clothes, he took his arms up so that the top would come off easily. He grabbed her again and their naked bodies touched with a warm feeling; arousing them even more. Ryan felt her soft breasts on his chest and he could hear her heart beat fast the way his own did, he smiled through the kisses. They paused again and stared into each other’s eyes with a smile and L
"Uhh! mm!" Ryan woke up with a sore head, the alcohol of last night made his head ache that morning.He complained and frowned as he tried to squeeze his eyes to see clearly, immediately the events of the night before began to replay in his memory. He exhaled and chuckled silently. Quickly he spread out his hand on the other side of the bed checking to see if he had thought right, he searched but his hand found nothing or no one next to him. Finally he managed to open his eyes and the room was awfully bright, he flinched and blinked a thousand times, then he tried again with one of his hand still placed on the side of his head. His eyes were fully opened now and he could see that he was the only one on the bed, he searched through his memory again and questioned himself— was it all a dream? Did he imagine it all? No! It couldn't be; he was sure that the lady in red was here with him, he couldn't have imagined that steamy sex. "She's gone! She left! Shit!" He whisper
Lara walked into an old little building on her way back from Ryan's house that morning. The whole gang was present. "Where have you been boss?" "I've got him! I have him right here in my palms!" "Who? Who're you talking about L?" Gianna asked. "The detective!" She exclaimed excitedly and dropped into a chair. "Oh yeah yeah!" Oliver nodded. "I think he's in love with me!" "Already? I don't think so!" Mia shook her head in disagreement. "He couldn't take his eyes off of me, he's been complimenting me since we met and besides I've given him no choice but to like me!" She rolled her eyes with pride. “So that means you slept with him?” “Ooo yes, I had to!” She pursed her lips like a baby. “Everything about him was reeling me in, he looked yummy, I wanted him so badly! I couldn’t go without having a taste of him and it was worth it!” She but her lips with desirously. “You’re a bad bitch, you know that?” Gianna teased her.
Another beautiful day in New York, everyone in the city was so busy doing one thing or the other— you could see people rushing somewhere up and down on Broadway, the tall buildings and large screens are always a spectacular view. Ryan was driving amongst the drivers who were all in a hurry to get to their destinations. Ryan drove past the sky scrapers and the streets on Broadway in his navy blue sports Range Rover car— enjoying a playlist of juice wrld's songs. Though it was going to be another stressful day at work for the young man, he could at least enjoy his ride to work. "Mm mmm mm, I still see your shadows in my room!" He hummed and sang along.The music was moderately loud and the windows were all rolled up, the air conditioning released a continuous flow of cool sweet smelling air that filled the whole car with a sense of comfort for the detective. Finally, he drove into the car park of the precinct, he quickly parked in the last parking space he ha
Ryan had spent eleven hours at work today and he was exhausted, he was even more exhausted because he still hadn't gotten a lead on Lara's case. He knew what she looked like— kind of, he had only seen her face one time and at night too but he was sure he could recognize her anywhere. Secondly, he knew her name, she had four other persons who worked with her— people whom Ryan was dying to identify. If he could just discover their hideout, he'd never let them go free again! "Where could she be, where could she be?" He whispered again and again to himself in his office as he shook his leg underneath the table nervously. "Hey, Ryan!" Joe called Ryan out of his thoughts. "Aren't you going home tonight?" "Oh yeah yeah, of course! I'll just finish up here and leave!" "It's 8 already don't stay out late man!" Joe advised him pointing to the watch on his hand. "Thanks boss, I hear ya!" Ryan clicked his tongue and waved at his boss— who had closed for the day and wanted to go home so bal