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She fucking loves the way he fucks her.

Trying to concentrate on the details—instead of the abhorrent sexual acts—I take as many notes as I can regarding the women in the video. I watch the video through to the end, then start it over to begin watching the redhead again. And again before turning my attention to the blonde she was servicing. I loop the video on repeat, seeking out details of these women as though it’s an obsession.

Because it is.

By the time I finish, I have photos of the redhead and each of the blondes from the video. My notebook has the few additional details I was able to find. Printing everything out, I shove it into an evidence folder and head to the precinct.

They’ll have to listen to me now.

I have proof of just how brutal and wicked these monsters are.

At the precinct, I make several copies and distribute them throughout the office to ensure everyone has the photos of these three women.

“Michales? Is there some sort of investigation into the porn industry the rest of us aren’t aware of?” Callahan holds one of the photos in the air with an arrogant grin plastered across his face.

“I’ve been telling all of you?—”

“What the fuck, Michales!” the chief yells as he violently yanks the photo out of Callahan’s hand. Walking into the office, he snatches up all of the photos I just distributed before shouting, “My office. Now.”

Following him, he slams the door behind me when I step into his office. He takes a seat at his desk and tosses my evidence across his desk.

Discarding it like it is trash.

“I ask, you answer,” he huffs as his eyes dart between me and the papers strewn across his desk. “Is this Edmund Parker?”

“Yes.” I nod confidently, confirming what I discovered last night.

“For the love of Christ, tell me you downloaded it from some self-posting pornography website.”

“No, Chief.” He shakes his head disappointingly as I answer. “I was following Samuel Millington, and?—”

“Shut the fuck up. Right now.” He cuts me off abruptly as he stands and slams his hands into the top of his desk. His head hangs as he takes a few deep breaths. Lifting his gaze to mine, his nostrils flare as he continues to berate my detective work over the past couple of weeks. Not stopping until he’s demanded both my badge and gun.

“As of now, you’re on disciplinary leave,” he shakes his head, “and lucky that I’m not arresting you.”

Slamming my badge into his hand and my gun onto his desk, I storm toward the door. He barks, “Stay away from them, Michales.”

Fat fucking chance.

CHAPTER

NINE

EDMUND

Sitting at my desk, I enjoy my morning coffee while reviewing the expansion plans for the development. Survey reports of additional land I am looking to purchase are spread across my desk, and I’m making notes and developmental placement about them. I’m mid-note on Lot 47 when Aubrey lets herself into the model home that houses my office.

I swear to Christ, she dresses like this on purpose.

A white blouse and pencil skirt shouldn’t cause my cock to be this hard.

My eyes roam over her body, uncertain where to garner their attention, before settling on the black fuck-me heels she chose to wear today. Making my way up her legs, I find the sleek, black pencil skirt skimming just below her knees. But as I continue to scan up her body, the fabric is stretched tightly, trying to accommodate her Marilyn-esque hips and thighs. It’s so tight that I can see the outline of the garter straps holding up her hose. The white blouse tucked into her skirt is sheer enough that there is no denying the lacy, black bra she’s adorning beneath it.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter under my breath, adjusting my cock as she flashes me a smile from the doorway.

“Good morning, Mr. Parker.” Her voice is bubbly and chipper as she drops her things at her desk and makes her way to mine. Bending over the desk, putting the ample swell of her cleavage on clear display, she asks, “Are these for the expansion?”

She’s hot.

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