The sun shone down the streets, blindingly bright. I sat in my car on Biscayne Boulevard, the main street in Miami, with the right door slightly open and a rifle in my hand. I was putting on my police uniform as I had been asked to monitor the street for an hour or two. From nearby clubs, I could hear the bass drum of techno music pulsating, and from various restaurants, I could hear Latin music playing. Almost as loud as the music, I could hear the laughter of people socializing.
Suddenly, the laughter was replaced by the sound of gunshots. What the hell? I looked at my side mirror and saw a horrible sight. A red BMW was being chased by two sports cars, one thug sticking his head out of one of the car windows with a gun in his hand, firing shots at the BMW. The person driving the BMW showed no fear as he kept going. They were driving above the speed limit. I thought this street was a crime-free zone. I stuck my head out of my car and shot at the BMW heading my way, but missed.
"Goddamnit!" I yelled as I stepped on the gas and started chasing the BMW with the sports car driving behind me. They tried to overtake me, but I didn't bring a cop car. How are they going to listen to me now? I pressed the button of my walkie-talkie, "Calling for backup, calling for backup!" I yelled as I increased the speed of my car. The sports cars were suddenly all over me, on my left and right sides, like they wanted to hit me.
"Freeze, this is the police!" I yelled, but they ignored me. I stuck my hand out of the car and shot again, hitting the tire of one of the sports cars. It spun three times and fell on the highway. Now, it was just the BMW and the last sports car. One of the thugs stuck his head out of the car and fired shots at my car. I lowered my head as the bullets pierced through my glass, scattering some glass frames on me. Who the hell were these guys? Where was the backup I called for?
In the blink of an eye, a sports car overtook me. As it hit a BMW, the horn blared continuously until the BMW flipped and turned upside down on the highway. There were no other cars on the road, just the three of us. The sports car stopped, and I stopped reloading my gun. I stepped out of my car and slammed the door, running towards the two thugs that had exited the sports car. One of them was muscular and big, with numerous tattoos and piercings on his face, as well as diamond earrings.As I approached them, I realized that one of them was Kendrick, the most popular gangster we couldn't get arrested. My eyes widened in shock. Both of them were heading towards the BMW, which was still lying on the ground with gasoline leaking from it and spreading on the road.
I paused as Kendrick's man crouched to peer into the car. "Come out, old man. It's time to meet your doom," Kendrick bellowed, holding his gun with both hands and a devious expression on his face. Who was his target? I had to help them."Freeze!" I shouted, sprinting towards them and aiming my gun at Kendrick's head.
"I said freeze!" I repeated, standing behind him. He slowly raised his hands, still holding the gun in his right hand.
"Slowly put down your guns," I said. "Don't try to act smart," I added, as his man also put down his gun in fear. I started to hear the siren heading our way. It was a relief to know that I didn't have to handle all of this myself.
"Put your hands where I can see them!" I said to them as the siren got closer and closer. But before I could blink my eyes, Kendrick acted quickly. He used his right foot to lift the gun from the floor and grasped it with his hand. He then pointed the gun at his man and shot him twice in the stomach before pointing the gun at the BMW car.
"Goodbye Lugard," he said as he was about to shoot the car. I knocked the gun out of his hand with my feet. He turned and punched me hard in the face. His hand penetrated my face, and I saw stars as I struggled to balance myself. I turned to see him get into his car and drive off at great speed."Ow, my face hurts." I groaned in pain, rubbing my burning face, which was on fire. That punch was hard. I walked over to the car and opened the door. I saw a beheaded body behind the wheels with blood spurting out of it. He had been crushed. I was about to walk away when someone called out to me from inside the car."…P-Please h-help." The voice was barely audible, but I managed to hear it. I ran to the other side of the car, grumbling as I struggled to lift it. Two cop cars arrived, and two officers joined me as we all turned the car over.The car made an ear-splitting sound, and my eyes widened as I saw Lugard, the street lord, in the back seat; his body was covered in blood, some escaping from his head as he turned his face to look at me and moved his lifeless hand.
I took out my phone to call the ambulance as the other officers opened the car door, helping him out with their hands on his shoulders. "I... need to..." his voice trailed off as he passed out in their arms.
****ASHLEY****I walked into my boyfriend's apartment. The main door wasn’t locked. The living room was unkempt. My eyes widened as I saw a purple bikini on the floor, followed by pants, a bra, and trousers. They all led to the bedroom. No! This can’t be! He can’t be cheating on me no! I neared the bedroom. There was a small gap in the door. I heard Calvin’s voice. He was moaning, I recognized the sounds. I knew it so well. I knew he was fucking someone who wasn’t me! I could hear her soft moans."Yes! Fuck me, baby! fuckk!" she screamed. My subconscious mind understood the situation instantly, and then my conscious mind kicked in, caught up, and recognized that my life had been unilaterally transformed. I couldn't decide whether to kill, cry, or wind my watch as my heart rate skyrocketed, my senses went into overdrive, and adrenaline-fueled, intense shakes hit me like a shotgun blast.Rage, anger, jealousy, hurt, and all the primal darkness wired into my collective unconscious explode
BROKENI wish there was a bullet in the gun. I sat on a wooden bench in his room and watched them for about an hour. He had cummed inside of her a few times.They were both exhausted. Their bodies were sweaty, and their faces were covered in sweat. Emily had cried her eyes out. Her eyes were red and swollen. Calvin was going at a slow pace now."Stop! Stop! Just get out of here!" I screamed at both of them. They both fell off the bed, panting as they glared at me. They were looking around the room for their clothes."There's no need to look for your clothes; run for your lives!" I shrieked, I will still make their lives a living hell. I won’t rest until I kill Calvin."But this is my house," Calvin replied, staring at me. Emily had run out of the room."No, this is my house, and I said get out!" I said he was slowly burning with rage; veins were throbbing on his neck, and the tip of his dick had a small stain of blood. He would have died."Get out of my face, asshole!" I shouted, and m
"I…I don’t know queen, but I will try to find out." Chris replied in a shaky voice."Queen, you need to calm down. He wasn’t the one that tried to kill your father. He was just a witness to the accident. That means he might know who tried to kill him." Jake explained. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I have been having mood swings lately, and it’s doing me no good."Alright, take me to my father’s ward," I said, extending my hand to Jake. He took my hand and started leading me away, with Chris walking behind us. I halted at the entrance of the hospital, with people bumping into us trying to walk out of the hospital I tilted my head to look at Chris."I want you to go and look for that police officer," I told him."Okay boss, I will try my best to look for him." He said with a reassuring smile. We all made our way into the huge hospital. The smell of the hospital disinfectant was invading my nostrils. There were a lot of people sitting on the waiting chair. It was accom
****XANDER***** "Detective Kim is on leave. This is your chance to get promoted to detective. Don’t blow it off." My boss said over the phone, as I stood outside the strip club waiting in line as I listened to him. "I won’t mess it up, boss. You can count on me." I assured. "Alright Xander, if you find the culprit, consider yourself promoted," he said and hung up. I sighed. We had been talking on the phone for hours on my way to the strip club. I was expected to catch a criminal in the strip club that had been abducting desperate girls for sex trafficking. I looked behind me. I had a feeling I was being trailed. Maybe it’s just a figment of my imagination. I removed my face mask and tossed it to the floor. I have enough money to woo strippers so I can get to the bottom of this. The line started moving after a long pause. There was a neon sign above the main door that said, "Dead End." The door was opened wide for everyone to go inside. I strolled into the empty foyer. Both the pay
I fully entered the VIP area. The sight was horror. No wonder they had a lot of privacy here. They were fucking the girls, and there was Kendrick fucking a stripper who was riding his dick. "Ah, mmh baby fuckk!" she moaned out. He was underneath, moaning and smacking her ass as she rode him, holding her hair up. The other girls were involved in one sexual activity or the other, and they were all shameless. They didn’t care. I was watching them. I spotted an empty seat next to two strippers who were giving a man a blowjob. He was hitting their faces with his dick; they were on their knees in front of him with their mouths open like they needed his dick badly. I don’t know anything about investigating. How am I going to catch the person that is trafficking girls? I sat on the empty chair, trying my best not to look at what was happening in front of me, but I couldn’t help but look, and it was making me horny. I stroked my dick a little. "Here you go," the stripper I had been talking t
"Ahhh!!!!" Kendrick screamed in pain. She was biting his dick with her razor-sharp teeth. She is so fearless and wicked. He pushed her away by the chest with all his strength. She fell to the floor on top of the guy who was standing behind her, groaning in pain as she lay on top of him. Kendrick grabbed his bleeding dick. "Damn you, Kendrick!" She exclaimed with her mouth wide open. I could see stains of blood on her teeth. Kendrick scrunched his face like he wanted to cry and ran out of the room like a scared cat. "Baby, what are you staring at?" the stripper asked, bringing me back to my senses. I was about to stand up on my feet when one of the staff walked into the room. "Hey, Leni, come here," he said, calling her. She pursed her lips and glanced at me with a worried look. "I... am sorry. I have to go." She muttered and removed my hand from her lap, adjusted her bikini and stood up to leave. I grabbed her wrist before she could leave. "Hey, where are you going? You can’t leav
****ASHLEY**** My head was spinning, and I was feeling hot. I felt like taking off my clothes, but I was in the arms of a strong man. He was so freaking hot, and I wanted to fuck him, but for some strange reason, he wasn’t giving me the same energy. Didn’t he want to fuck me? What is wrong with him? Am I not hot enough? He shut the door with his leg before I could come to terms with what was happening. He threw me on the bed. My leg hit the bed as I lay there and spread my legs, revealing my wet panties seductively licking my fingers. I gave him a cheeky wink, waiting for him to come to me. He glanced at me on the bed and began removing his tie. What was he doing? I want him. I want him to fuck me good. He started undoing the buttons on his shirt. What is he doing? He is making me bored. I feel like I have been waiting forever. I sat up on the bed and tore my shirt into two, revealing my pink bra. I struggled to remove the bra from my squished breasts. I grabbed my left breast, star
It was extremely big. He had a nice-sized hard dick. I started licking his dick with my tongue and it got up for me. "Mhmm," I muttered, feeling his tongue on my clit. I started sucking his dick, steady and deep. I was giving him a nice wet and slow blow job. He moaned, removing his mouth from my clit. He seemed to be enjoying what I was doing to him; his dick was sliding down my throat. "Oh my god! You are killing me, baby." He mumbled, I was enjoying doing 69 with him, and I was focused on pleasing him. My saliva was all over his dick. He lowered his hand and grasped my hair, pushing his dick into me, and choking me with his hard shaft. He was groaning in pain and pleasure. I was gagging at his dick. He was choking me. He stopped and flipped me on the bed. I was panting. My throat was sore. He was a monster, and I liked him. I clutched my neck, gazing at him. "I can’t wait any longer, baby; I want to fuck you." He said confidently and grasped my waist, turning me around on the b