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Me: Watch him to see where he goes.

I had no idea why he was up there, so I took a video of the view outside the window to see if I could pick up on anything interesting that he might’ve been taking photos of. The cafes were busy, stuffed with people getting their caffeine fix before work, so perhaps he was watching someone in there.

Gunner: I got his rego. White sedan parked a few yards down.

Me: Expensive or cheap sedan?

Gunner: Cheap

Me: Probably a cop then.

Gunner: Maybe. Or hired by someone.

I was about to leave the window when two ominous-looking people emerged from the café. One was a blond woman in a dark blue pantsuit, and the other was a frumpy, wet dude waddling behind her. It was apparent she was the boss, and it was also evident that they were cops. Not just any cops, but Larsson cops who visited Riley Laws at her room and, according to Gunner, were on her back over something.

I took a photo of them before they disappeared into their car. I was about to send them to Gunner when he messaged me.

Gunner: Larsson cops. Outside the café.

Me: Got it. Who is watching whom?

Gunner: Of all the cafes in the city, why this one?

Me: Exactly.

Gunner: Maybe it wasn’t us, the photographer was watching?

Me: I wouldn’t be so sure.

Cops watching cops. Was that what was going on? Or was the cameraman watching us, and it was a coincidence that the Larsson cops were there? I mean…aren’t they out of jurisdiction? You’d think the Larsson Police Department would want them to remain in Larsson for all of the crime shit that goes down there.

There were no Russians, so I suppose that was something positive to come out of my little adventure. Before leaving, I looked around the empty apartment and found nothing. I couldn’t close the door because I smashed the doorframe when I kicked it open, but there was nothing to steal in there anyway.

I trotted back down the stairs on a high and feeling horny from the adrenaline and immediately my mind goes to Riley, seeing her taut little bare ass in the spring as she dived into the water. Perky breasts, pink hard nipples and the soft warm pussy that my cock was thrilled to penetrate.

Me: Where r u?

When I pressed send, I remembered her phone was broken so she won’t receive this message. Maybe that was a good thing. Because the way I was feeling, I would’ve driven to her dorm, pinned her on her bed and fucked her hard. Then after I came, I’d fuck her again, so the halls were filled with her screams.

Once back in my apartment, I ignored Gunner, who was eager for me to fill him in, and strode to my bedroom, slamming the door shut.

“Are you alright, bro?” he yelled down the hallway.

“I’m fine,” I shouted back, whipping out my hard cock, finding a picture of Riley on my phone that I snapped without her knowledge and started rubbing that snake like my life fucking depended on it. “Just need to offload some tension.”

“Gotcha,” his voice was distant as if he was backing away, knowing exactly what I was doing.

I wasn’t going to survive this. I wouldn’t survive working with her and seeing her every day at work and sometimes at college without touching her. I had three choices. Become a monk. Find another girl. Or break Mikky’s rules.

None of those options appealed to me, and all had consequences. Then I thought about Shaun breaking her phone, and my hand rubbed harder as my anger rose. As far as I knew, Gunner hadn’t gotten to him yet, so maybe I’d get there first. And punish should I inflict on an idiot who fucked over the girl that I…we were infatuated by. What punishment should be inflicted on the man who threatened to hurt her?

The pressure built in my cock as I closed my eyes pinned her down on the baseball diamond like a I did yesterday. In my mind I rammed my cock inside her while she lay spread on the grass, broad daylight, who cared if anyone saw and then railed her as those wails echoed though the sports area. Heads turned, but I didn’t care. I refused to let her move until I was done. Untilshewas done.

I came into my hand and found an old T-shirt to wipe it on. My cum would look better dripping off her face and tits as she licked it off. But that couldn’t happen unless I broke Mikael’s trust in me.

Feeling a little depressed, I pulled up my sweatpants and walked out of my room and down the hall to the living room. Gunner’s dark head looked up from his phone.

“Have you spoken to Shaun yet?” I asked him, and he knew the word ‘spoken’ had multiple meanings.

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