Page 80 of Collide

Not bothering to get coffee or breakfast, I made a quick stop at myoffice, grabbing the envelope I needed from the drawer, before heading to the foyer and straight into my waiting elevator.

Aside from the household staff, no one was up. It was just after 6 am,not that it mattered, I didn’t want anyone to know where I was going. The elevator dinged when it reached the parking level and I grabbed the keys to my SUV from the key safe.I didn’t often drive myself, mainly because I could conduct mybusiness from the backseat of a car while someone drove me, but occasionally needs must, and today was one of those times.

The SUV, like most of my cars, was reinforced with bulletproof bodywork and shatter-resistant glass, they had cost me a small fortune but were worth every penny if one of my enemies decided to take a cheap shot.

I drove out of the basement, pulling onto the deserted street. It didn’ttake long to get to where I was going with no traffic on the road and within fifteen minutes, I was stopping short of the house I’d soon be breaking into.

Chief Victor Griffin lived in a typical suburban house, it even had thefucking white picket fence and perfectly pruned flowers. It was a large house in one of the nicest areas of the city.It wasn’t like Victor couldn’t afford it though, not with his Chief ofPolice salary and the second income he earned from me by turning a blind eye to certain shit, and giving me information when I needed it.

Only, he’d failed to give me the information I needed, and I was aboutto find out why.

Helen Griffin, the wife of Victor would be heading out to church inthirty minutes which was what she did every Sunday. She was a good woman, always volunteering for some charity bullshit and was very religious which was why Victor was absolutely terrified of her finding out about his little addiction to rent boys. Once she left, Victor would be home alone for a few hours before hewould head off to work. Their only child, a daughter called Heather, was at university on the other side of the country, meaning Victor and I would have plenty of time to discuss his misdemeanors.

I fired off a few texts to Hendrix, Danny, and Miles to tell them I wasout on an errand and I wanted updates from them later about their progression to fix their fuck ups from last night.I was being unreasonable by holding them responsible, but fuck it, itwas easier to hold them accountable than accept the truth: Anderson had got the better of me.

After reading their replies, all acknowledgments of their tasks andHendrix’s offer of assistance, which I ignored, I sat back in my seat and watched the house.It wasn’t long until my thoughts turned to Riley, something thatseemed to be happening more and more.

My mind flashed back to the previous evening when I had eaten herdelicious pussy over my desk. I wasn’t lying when I told her I had imagined that scenario over and over again.My cock jumped awake at the memory which was a bad fucking ideaif I wanted to concentrate on what I was about to do, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how perfect her tits were as they bounced when she rode me, and how tight her cunt clamped down on my cock when she came.

Fuck, my dick was standing at full attention now, and I had to bite myknuckle to stop myself from pulling it out and nutting here in the car. The sooner I could get this shit over with Griffin, the sooner I could get back to my girl and fuck her seven ways to Sunday.

Like clockwork, at 7 am on the dot, the front door to the Griffinresidence opened and Helen appeared. She kissed Victor on the cheek and got in her car which was parked on their drive.At the sight of him, all thoughts of Riley disappeared from my mind.

Victor, the old fuck, waved his wife off as he stood there in amotherfucking stripey dressing gown, and as soon as she drove off, he shut the door, no doubt thinking he would have a couple of hours to enjoy some of the hardcore porn I knew he had on his computer thanks to Miles’ hacking skills.

Helen drove past my parked car without so much as glancing at meand as soon as she turned the corner, I made my move.

Leaving the car where it was parked, I grabbed the envelope andwalked casually down the street. No one was up at this time of day, so I made it to Victor’s without anyone seeing me. Not that it would have mattered if they did, I practically owned everyone living in this part of town. Victor’s home office was at the back of his house, I’d never been in itbefore, but I had his floorplans memorized, it was amazing what information you could get at the right price.

I walked up the driveway, making a beeline to the side gate andkicking it open. The gate led to the backyard, and I walked through like I owned the place. The noise would have disturbed Victor but I’d been counting on that. I drew my gun, in case the old fucker thought he was being burgled and tried to get a shot off first, and then I crept around to the back of the house.

I rolled my eyes at the neatly mown grass, his whole house was sucha fucking cliché.

Quickly locating the window to his office, I used my elbow to smash asmall pane of glass before reaching in and pulling the handle down. If he hadn’t heard the bang from me kicking the gate open, the smashing window certainly would have got his attention.Given that Victor was the Chief of Police, he didn’t seem to takesecurity seriously because the window opened easily. Using the frame to hoist myself up, I crawled through the open window which wasn’t the fucking easiest thing to do in a suit, but I made quick work of it.

There was nothing spectacular about his office. Bookshelves coveredthree of the walls surrounding the room, and the closed door leading to the rest of the house stood in the middle of the other wall.His desk was polished oak and his computer sat in the middle of thedesk, a family picture of him, Helen, and Heather on holiday was on display.

How fucking lovely that he had their picture to look at while he wasknocking one out to gay porn on his computer.

There was a leather seat on one side of the table facing thecomputer, and another chair on the opposite side of the desk. Throwing the envelope on the desk, I sat my ass down in the leather chair, trying not to think about the bodily fluids I may or may not have been sitting in, and aimed my gun at the door.

And then I waited.

I didn’t have to wait long. The door leading to the rest of the houseslowly opened before the nozzle of Victor’s gun rounding the door frame appeared, followed by his shaky hand. He peered around, his eyes widening in surprise.

“Hello, Victor,” I said, giving him a smile that was anything but friendly.

“K-Kai, you scared the shit out of me.” His voice was shaky, and helowered the gun, thinking I was no threat.

The fool.

“I think it's time we had a chat, don’t you?” I nodded to the chair onthe other side of his desk, inviting him to sit in it.

Of course, I wasn’t giving him a choice and he knew that. He frownedbut did as he was told, sitting down and wrapping his pathetic stripey dressing gown around him as if it would shield him from the shitstorm about to come his way.

“What are you doing here, Kai? I thought you were coming to theoffice later today,” he asked after a minute of me not saying anything, just staring at him.

It was an intimidation technique, often in uncomfortable situations, aperson can find they have a need to fill the silence and Victor, he played perfectly into my hands.

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