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“Exactly,” the chief grunts.

I see…he’s either a smart or lucky bastard.

I flip through his file, lip curling at the first report. In prison since he was nine years old, tried as an adult for killing and dismembering over twenty-five people in his own family damn near wiping out the Igen bloodline. The victims, which are a part of his family butaren’t blood related, couldn’t inherit the family and are said to have conspired and killed his parents to take over their territory…mafia? But a ruined family?

“Damn… this mother fucker seems like he’ll die no matter where he lands,” I mutter. The murderer of so many prominent families, and he’s the only living relative of a family with a hefty price on his back. No wonder he’s in prison. It was likely the safest place for him to be at such a young age with no one to protect him.

Reading further down, I see that in the time this crazy fucker has been in prison, he’s been far from the model convict. On average, every year more than ten bodies leave the facilities on a gurney because of him. I can bet my badge that more than half of those were men sent to kill him from those left outside. And the others… well, he either murdered them for fun or fucking with him.

Either way, I don’t need to read the gruesome details onhowhe’s stayed alive for twenty-five long years in prison or the intricate ways the staff who’s aided and abetted him all this time has paid to hide his crimes.

All I know is he’s scum… no, worse than scum. But in the same breath, he’s been smart. He pretended to lay low this entire time, never truly doing shit to get singled out by the guards since they just wanted to stay out of his sight…, so what is it that made such a man change his habits?

My eyes trail over to the thin file without my permission and my hands shake even before I pick it up. The second I open the case file, my heart drops. A warm smile so beautiful it lights up the room even though she’s not here… eyes full of life that hint at fun, mischief, and excitement with a boatload of intelligence that tease ample seductiveness peeking at me under long, full, and natural eyelashes.

Stunning… beautiful… gorgeous… tempting.I shift in my seat, trying not to show the erection I’m getting, loosening my tie and clearing my throat as the chief laughs.

“Yeah… get in line, Woods,” he grins, and I frown, not fully comprehending his words.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean that you and every other man that saw that vixen’s photo had the same reaction. They all want the case knowing that whoever gets it and find her alive, they’ll be in her favor, if you know what I mean,” he says bluntly. I sneer at his words, causing him to hold his hands up. “Hey, I’m the chief. I’m not condoning the behavior. I’m stating the facts…” he trails off.

“Well, the facts are deplorable. They should be worried about the fact that this son of a bitch has his hands on her. She’s not only as good as dead but…” I curl my lip, thinking about the things a mother fucker would do to an innocent woman who looks like that, and he shrugs.

“True. Either way, it is what it is. Even you, our model detective, isn’t immune tothose“come fuck me” eyes,” he chuckles, and he’s not wrong. She looks like she will let you do unspeakable things to her while smiling sweetly for the public. But behind closed doors…whew.Those deep chocolate almond-shaped eyes and full lips man driven by pure madness would be torn just to have her and keep her…

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I stutter and look away to the left, and the chief claps his hand over my shoulder.

“Sure you don’t. Anyway, you’re in luck. Most of the fuckers I tried to hand the case off to declined, wanting nothing to do with Igen. You can see why. His track record speaks for itself. This fucker is not only dangerous, but he’s smart.

It seems the family’s loyal retainers are the only things keeping the Igen name alive right now. Somehow, they’re all wiped their names from any database holding any information on them. Until now, they have laid low, but recently they started to move again…

Reports have come in that random callers have been hounding the station for news on him. I don’t know how much you know Woods, but the Igen family is a big fucking deal even if theyare ruined. So know this… this case isn’t just big… it’s massive. In fact it’s so massive that if you crack it, you’ll easily get that promotion you were looking for,” he sweet talks me.

“And by crack it, you mean…” I trail off, and he gives me a pointed look.

“I mean find the girl, dead or alive. I don’t give a shit, but Igen… we need that fucker walking in on two legs for an execution,” he states clearly, and I frown, taking out their two photos.

“That’s doable,” I state coldly, and he smirks.

“Good. I leave this in your hands.” He stands and goes over to the door, pausing before leaving. “Don’t let me down, Woods,” he nods, leaving. I stare at the photos and throw Igen’s aside, staring in awe at the beauty before me, squeezing my dick before I press the button on my desk that latches the door, letting it swing shut and causing the blinds to close as I pull out my dick.

Beautiful…

My hand grips my cock and my eyes roam over her, licking my lips as I stroke my dick, grunting.

Nasty…

The things I would do to her…I close my eyes, beating my dick and panting, immediately feeling my nuts tingle as I hold out the picture and allow my cum to spew all over her beautiful face.

“Fuuuckkk…” I pant, running my thumb over it, setting my mouth firm. “I’ll find you… I’ll find you, and I’ll treat you as you deserve to be treated.”

Chapter 12

Birds of a Feather

BIRDIE

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