Crime Pays (Closed for EroticLiteracy)

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Aubrey Santora sat across from her father at the expensive italian restaurant. She picked gently at the salad before her, listening to her father and his business partner with only one ear. To be truthful, her father's "business" bored her. Money laundering, selling stolen goods - guns in particular - and gambling were only a few of the things he had his hands in. She was almost positive that murder was somewhere in there as well.

Currently he was discussing a shipment of "goods" that would be coming in that night at 2am. Sighing, Aubrey stood, murmuring she needed to use the bathroom. She walked out of the secluded room - extreme privacy for delicate discussions - and to the ladies room where she glanced at herself in the mirror.

Her dark hair curled slightly in waves down past her shoulders, gleaming in the overhead lights, and her makeup was subdued, elegant, enhancing her natural beauty and her dark eyes. Her skin tight, rose gold colored cocktail dress fit like a glove, and showed off her amazing figure.

She fluffed her hair, touched up her makeup, and everythinge else she could think of to waste some time, before heading back to the dinner table, her gold heels clicking softly on the tile floor as she entered the room.

 

[EroticLiteracy]

“Give it a rest Eckhart”

Detective John Eckhart growled showing off his canine’s. The older cop starred down his lieutenant his large tan hands curling and uncurling as white-hot anger filled him. The veteran Lieutenant to his credit didn’t back down instead crossing his arms and planting his feet as the two starred at each other.

“Let me get this straight” John said his voice thick with anger “Your telling me to drop it?”

“I am” The Lieutenant growled his eyes narrowing “You don’t know what shit your shaking here Eckhart Don Santora-“

“Is a fucking crook!” John yelled loud enough that the Lieutenant’s windows shook slightly “Responsible for the organized crime in the city!”

“And twenty percent of the mayors last campaign fund” The Lieutenant shot back

“I don’t-“ John said laughing “I DON’T GIVE A FUCK IF HE GOT THE MAYOR INTO OFFICE!!”

The Lieutenant finally began to crack. He shrunk back his posture going from defensive to apologetic. John sensed the weakness in the man and moved in advancing on him as he slowly began to back up.

“You listen and you listen well” John growled slapping his hands on the Lieutenants wooden desk “How long you known me Dale?”

“T-t-ten years” Came Dale’s stuttered reply.

“In all that time I have NEVER let something go” John told him his tone utterly serious “I love this city love it more than anything I DO NOT care about what some corrupted fucking mayor cares and doesn’t care about”

“John please….”

“Don’t you dare” John growled slapping off the man’s nameplate and stalking to the door “You’re a fucking cop Dale have some fucking respect for the badge”
With that he tore the door open and marched out.
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ONE DAY LATER


He pulled up to the restaurant his black charger rumbling as he guided the muscle car in. He parked and stepped out closing the door behind him and going over to the trunk of his car. One large hand grabbed the release handle swinging it up and revealing its contents. John pulled off his jacket revealing his powerful tan arms and the shiny police detective badge on his chest. He tugged at the string sliding it off and chucking the badge into the trunk along with his service shotgun. His service pistol went next coming out of his hip holster and joining the shotgun, badge, and jacket in the trunk.

He ran a powerful hand through his short graying hair. He stood there in his black shirt his powerful shoulders rolling in circles as he starred at the badge.

“I’m sorry” He finally said slamming the trunk close.

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He stepped into the restaurant his grey eyes sweeping across the building. It only took him a second to find his target the Don himself. He was chatting with a few friends people John knew were part of the organized crime bracket that had taken over his lovely city. His anger festered inside of him as he moved ignoring the waiters repeated attempts to stop him. He marched right up to the table sliding into one of the spare seats and folding his arms.

“Don Santora” He said “Detective John Eckhart I’m here to ask you if you want to turn yourself in and save us the trouble of hunting you down?”