《Professor Grayson's Favorite sin》全部章節：第 211 章 - 第 220 章

The processing took three hours.Damien arrived at the precinct within twenty minutes of the arrest. He did not come inside. He stayed outside in the cold night air, pacing slowly while on the phone. His voice was low and controlled, the specific tone he used when pulling strings he had not needed to use in a long time but had always kept ready.The attorney arrived at the forty-minute mark.She was a sharp woman in her late forties, dressed in a dark coat. She sat across from Lennon in the small processing room. The fluorescent lights buzzed above them.“Vehicle,” she said simply.“I know,” Lennon replied.“You were specifically instructed to stay in the vehicle.”“I know.”“The Whitfield agreement..”“Is the agreement still intact?” Lennon asked, cutting her off.She held his gaze for a long moment.“Yes. Barely,” she said. “Whitfield received a call forty minutes ago from a contact I will not name. The man you hit has declined to press charges. He has also declined to provide his n

Dr Reyes held the tablet and did not look away."The storage unit was accessed at three forty-seven AM," she told them. "Before the morning staff rotation. Before any authorized personnel arrived.""The access code," Roman pressed."Used correctly. No forced entry.""Someone had it.""Yes."“Who holds the code.""Three staff members. The clinic director. Myself." She set the tablet down. "The director did not authorize the access. Two staff members are present this morning, the third called in sick at six AM.""Twenty minutes after the timestamp," Archer noted from the door."Yes."Roman was already on his phone. He moved to the far end of the room without being asked.Lennon stood up.He walked to the window. He looked at the street. Ordinary Tuesday morning, people moving. A delivery truck idling at the corner, the city entirely indifferent.Damien came and stood beside him.Neither spoke for a moment."We get them back," Lennon said."Yes.""Whatever it costs.""Yes." Damien turned

The conversation with Patricia Lowe happened at nine PM.Roman found her in the apartment twelve blocks from the clinic. She was still there. She had not run, which meant either she had nowhere to go or someone had told her to stay. Roman's read was both.Lennon was there. Damien was not.That had been the agreement after forty minutes of disagreement. Damien negotiated with the network contact he had identified. Lennon handled Patricia with Roman.They did not love the division, they agreed to it.Patricia Lowe opened the door after the second knock. She was in her forties with the specific appearance of someone who had not slept since the early hours of the morning. She looked at Roman. She looked at Lennon and tried to close the door.Roman put a hand on the frame."Five minutes," Lennon told her. "Nothing you say goes to the police. We are not here for that."She looked at him."Then what are you here for.""Information. In exchange for the leverage they have on you being removed."

Damien waited four minutes.He told himself it was because Lennon had asked for two. The extra two minutes were an exercise in restraint—the version of himself that didn’t count every second Lennon was out of sight. At the four-minute mark he looked at Roman.Roman was already staring at his phone.“His location stopped moving three blocks north,” Roman said.Damien stood. “How long ago?”“Seven minutes.”“Seven.” Damien’s eyes went to the restaurant exit. “He left seven minutes ago.”“He told you two,” Archer said quietly.“Yes. He told me two.” Damien was already moving toward the door. “Someone sent him something. He didn’t show it to me.”“How do you know?” Roman asked, falling in behind him.“Because he checked his phone at the table. He looked at it differently than he usually does. Then he looked away from me.”They moved north fast.The building on the third block had a ground-floor unit with the door closed. Damien reached it first and tested the handle. Locked.Roman produce

“Ride it,” Damien said, voice low and rough against Lennon’s ear.Lennon sank down slowly, taking every thick inch until he was seated fully. Damien’s hands gripped his ass hard, controlling the pace from the start. He slammed him down again and again, forcing Lennon to take him deep with every bounce. The wet sound of skin meeting skin filled the quiet penthouse. Lennon moaned openly, head tipping back as Damien’s cock hit that spot inside him over and over.Damien leaned in and sucked hard at the side of Lennon’s neck, leaving dark marks, then bit down at the curve of his collarbone. Without warning, he lifted Lennon off his cock, turned him around, and pulled him back down in reverse. Lennon braced his hands on Damien’s thighs and rode him hard, ass bouncing with every thrust. Damien reached around and stroked his cock in quick, tight pulls while fucking up into him.He pushed two fingers into Lennon’s mouth. Lennon sucked them greedily, moaning around them, tongue working between