The Syndicate ... Closed for Cum Inside

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The Syndicate ... Closed

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Brooklyn Spencer had been undercover for about four months now under one of the biggest suspected crime rings in the entire North American continent. There was very little proof, but it was said that this group had their hands not only in drug trafficking but with the human slave trade as well. They purchased and sold arms and had the means to cover their tracks until they were almost impossible to find.

But one year ago Brooklyn’s mentor, Adam, had managed to find a way in. He’d worked undercover for a while before he was found out and strung up and gutted as an example. Brooklyn had been devastated, but it only fanned the flames of rage inside her that made her want to find them and destroy them all for what they had taken from one of the kindest, most selfless men she had ever known and the family that had been waiting for him to come home.

Adam hadn’t learned anything overwhelming during his time there, but he did relay one name.

William Kane.

The lynchpin or kingpin of the whole operation - someone well known in the general community as well. You would never know that he was a monster behind closed doors. The first time Brooklyn had found a picture of him on the internet, she was struck by his handsome face - all masculine, sharp angles and the most intense blue eyes. In this picture, he was smiling for the camera, shaking the hand of one of the senators from down south, but that was not the way she imagined his expression to be on the regular.

Now, four months into her operation, having learned about the cruel things he’d done to dominate the North American land masses and to attempt to expand across the globe, Brooklyn felt sick to even think about him. He was sadistic and selfish, had no morals and Brooklyn dreaded actually having to come face to face with him. She’d been doing her best to stay off his radar while slowly working her way up into the ranks.

Each day here was nerve wracking and she never knew what would happen, but sitting alone in her chilly loft close to the centre of the city, Brooklyn stared out into the last light of the day.

 

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Her cup of tea shattered at her feet, hot liquid coating her socks and the hems of her jogging pants in the shock that ensued after her door busted open.

Standing there in a mess of ceramic splinters and chunks, Brooklyn slowly raised her hands above her head. These men did not look like law enforcement but rather a very well armed private militia.

So the game was over already. How could it be that William Kane was onto her so quickly?

The men were rough as they handcuffed her and practically drug her down the stairs by her hair to throw her in the back of one of the vans. She was blindfolded and left to lay there on the floor while a few of the guys used her as a footrest or booted her around a bit.

By the time the drive was over she felt a bit sick.

 

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The tiny 5’2” female quivered in front of him, curvy body drawn in on itself and eyes lowered to the floor submissively, just catching the tips of William’s shiny brown loafers. She realized she was about to be one of those unnamed bodies cut into thousands of tiny pieces. She wondered how he’d found out about her - she’d been careful not to make any mistakes.

Although she was young and liked to keep to herself, she was anything but cowardly. Brooklyn could be brazen and bold when it came down to it. She just knew better than to open her mouth and get herself into needless trouble. Clearing her throat and looking up at him from her vantage point on her knees with her hands cuffed behind her back, Brooklyn addressed him. Her dark green eyes never wavered from his.

“Nothing like the royal treatment, Mr. Kane.”

 

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Brooklyn raised an eyebrow. He was handsome, sure, but he was just as much of a sleaze as she’d imagined.

“I don’t have any information, actually,” she commented.

This was partially true - there wasn’t much. Not yet. It would have taken her a while to work herself higher in the organization before she began to hear anything substantial. Information regarding the goings on of the group was not for the lower fools. They were just dreaming if they thought they knew anything important.

Her face drew up into a sneer.

“You can keep your disgusting hands off me, if you please.”

Even though she understood he probably would beat the shit out of her and kill her, she’d made the pact to herself that she wouldn’t give up her fellow coworkers no matter what. She’d die before he got anything out of her.

 

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Brooklyn felt something unexplainable when Kane stated that he actually liked her brazenness. It was more of an ominous feeling than anything, and the butterflies in her stomach worked furiously, beating at her nerves. To her surprise, he started asking her about movies, of all things, slowly working his way toward her like some kind of graceful jungle cat stalking its prey even if he was a couple hundred pounds of pure muscle.

Kane was known to get his own hands dirty, too. He didn’t leave punishments to his subordinates, preferring to get the job done himself whenever possible. She didn’t know too much about it but what she did know was that nobody was ever too pleased to be on the receiving end of this man’s justice.

“I’m not really too big into movies,” she shrugged. “Too busy putting jackasses in jail to waste time watching someone else do it,” she commented. She’d already decided on being bold, and there was no point lying about what she was; he already knew and to play stupid would only incite the situation more. She might not tell him everything she knew (the little she did), but he was probably going to kill her anyway. Her grave had already been dug, but maybe he’d skip the interrogation part and just decide to throw her in said grave, decreasing the amount of time she’d be forced to keep her teeth shut and avoid spilling secrets about her comrades or the operation in general.

“How about you? Must be nice to sit on your ass all day while your lackeys do all the hard work,” she smirked.

 

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He hit her so hard she thought her neck might snap. Brooklyn’s teeth bit into her tongue and she tasted the blood welling but she did her best not to flinch; she couldn’t back down now. Her Adrenalin was pumping now — only in field training had she ever been hit by a man but nothing like this. William Kane would kill her with his bare hands if only she gave him the ammunition.

The grip he had on her blouse, his hand fisted in the material, led her to some confusion as to how those flimsy threads could still hold firm and hold her weight even as he lifted her torso off the ground to raise her onto her feet with his almost Herculean strength. Standing on her tiptoes, nose tilted up and his minty breath fanning across her lips while he looked down at her, Brooklyn laughed.

“I don’t have a list. You killed the only one who did,” she responded. “I had jack shit on you until your goons loaded me in a van and brought me face-to-face with you. If you want, I can always pass this information on. Still, I figured no better way to get my information than to get it from the boss himself.”

 

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Brooklyn looked up at him from the crumbled position against the wall where he’d tossed her limp body. She’d tucked in her arms and legs to absorb some of the impact but her head throbbed from where it had struck the floor upon impact. She did not move, challenging him.

“That’s right, Kane. You’re going to kill me anyway, so why would I open my mouth?”

The question was simple.

“You can do whatever you want to hurt me but I won’t say one god damn word. You’ll just be on the hook for manslaughter, then. See, that’s two agents who will have gone missing during their stay with you.”

 

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She raised one eyebrow.

“And that evidence means nothing. It means that I’m an undercover agent and I do what I need to in order to wiggle my way deeper into the ranks. I think you’re fishing for information you won’t get out of me.”

Brooklyn rose up onto her knees and wiped the small trickle of blood leaking from the corner of her mouth where she’d bitten her tongue earlier. She had a choice to make now; get up and go to him and get fucked, or stay here and get fucked, only with the definite threat of the cattle prod.

Brooklyn would play along without giving him the information that he wanted, even if just because she didn’t have any, but also because of her morals. This was going to be on her terms.

Brooklyn pushed herself up onto her feet and took a couple steps closer.

“I’m also not going to live on my knees for a man like you.”

 

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Brooklyn tried not to focus on this mountain of a man. Every single muscle was defined in such detail that she could follow the trails between them with her eyes forever and never quite reach the end, if only he wasn’t a monster. That thought allowed her to drag her eyes back up to meet his, his deep blues laser-sharp and dangerous. The sound of him cracking his knuckles was loud in the relative silence of the room and though her heart was pounding in fear, it was too late to abandon her current path now.

When his eyes dropped to her heaving bosom, Brooklyn did flinch away. She wasn’t blind to the locale he’d chosen - some kind of kinky sexual dungeon, and she was well aware of his playboy reputation. When a man had money like William Kane, good looking or not, he could always find someone to blow him. She wondered how many women had been made to scream and cry on this equipment at one point or another. She certainly wouldn’t be the last, for she realized he likely planned to use her broken body once he incapacitated her.

“Oh come on. What kind of woman beater gives a freebie? If you’re gonna do it, then fucking do it,” she barked. Brooklyn dropped her body into a defensive stance. Yes, he was a lot stronger than her but she was banking on being much more agile and quick. Kane’s goons hadn’t been thorough when they’d searched her and the switchblade she kept in her boot might not be much of a weapon but it might just distract him long enough after she stuck it between his ribs to slip away. She had to at least try. There could be no hesitation.

“I think you get off on hearing yourself talk.”

 

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The joke was on him. Because she was so small, the handcuffs barely fit her wrists. They were just loose enough that Brooklyn was able to pull one of her hands free if she just rolled her thumb inwards toward her palm and yanked, albeit leaving a decent chunk of skin behind on the gleaming metal. His employees really could have done a better job at making sure she was secure, but Brooklyn put that down to the fact that they didn’t think it would matter when she was in the room ready to be demolished by Kane.

He didn’t know who he was dealing with.

 

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Brooklyn tucked and dodged in towards his body, her shoulder thudding ineffectively against his abs as his fist went right over the top of her. That only served to make him laugh, but a split second later that rumbling bass broke off in a shocked sound the minute he registered the cold steel buried under his fifth rib. Brooklyn felt the heat of his blood coat her hand and she darted away, out of his reach with the blade still buried in his chest. The little switchblade hadn’t really done a whole lot of damage but it did give her a few seconds head start as she plowed right through his stunned goons and began to sprint down the hall.

Brooklyn was certain the place would be crawling with guards and the best approach was to hunker down until she could slip away like a thief in the night, so she ducked into one of the rooms on the left side of the twisting hallway and found herself in a dark bathroom, finishes and tiles a shade so deep she questioned whether they were actually black. There was a lone wardrobe standing in a corner facing away from the shower next to the door and she estimated it was just barely big enough for her to squeeze into under one of the shelves.

There were a few empty hangers in there and a few towels but plenty of room for her to hide away and catch her breath.

While she sat there and listened to the shouts and feet thudding down the hallway in search of her, Brooklyn reached up and began to fiddle with one of the hangers until she’d worked it into a sharper point by grinding the hooked edge against the dangling handcuffs, straightening it out and creating herself a makeshift weapon for round two. Her right wrist ached from the bloody tear that had happened when she’d forced her hand through the narrow cuffs.

She imagined Kane wouldn’t be too happy with her, but he had to catch her first.

 

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For several long moments, Brooklyn debated. She wasn’t stupid enough to trust this “Sara Kane”, but she was correct when she said this was not going to be good for her. She did wonder who this person was — an unknown wife, maybe? Or maybe a sister the agency had no idea about? Regardless, Brooklyn did need to move. She was beginning to cramp but that was negligible when it came to preserving her ability to draw breath and she could not stay here forever.

She slowly peeked out, unfolding her limbs and crawling forward, weapon tucked with the sharp end just barely past the inside of her sleeve. It jabbed uncomfortably into her armpit with the length of the coat hanger but she could never be too cautious.

Squaring down with this woman and eyeing her gun, Brooklyn once again raised her hands.

“Let’s talk this out, shall we?”

She’d heard the fear in her voice when she mentioned William and wondered if perhaps there was some ability to reason with her. Brooklyn had to try. She inched away from the closet but stopped about five feet away from Sara, holding eye contact; she made sure the other woman could see some of that vulnerability in her face.

“Please. I think we’re both just doing our best to survive. You don’t need to help me but just let me out. Please. He’s done some terrible things and he’ll continue to abuse the system, Sara. I think you know that. He’ll continue to abuse you. Has there been others before you? I just need you to think. There will likely be others after. He’ll kill me, too, and I didn’t hurt anyone. I’ve done nothing wrong but there’s a whole group of men hunting me down just because he doesn’t like me.”

Brooklyn had no way of knowing that in the future, she’d be his next punching bag. She didn’t know how happy she would be for that eventuality, because that was pure idiocy. Brooklyn couldn’t imagine a world where anyone could be happy with Kane, but years from now she’d look back and laugh about the stupid things she did to try and distance herself from him. Years from now, she’d look down at her matching scar just under her ribs and think about the dedication she’d given him, laying underneath him as he pressed that blade between her ribs with a pleased smirk and the most intense eyes. She’d think about him leaning down to kiss her as her blood stained what would someday be their marital bed, but that desire to wear matching scars would be the most important bond between them. It brought them closer than a silly band could ever do.

But here, in the darkness, after stabbing William Kane, all Brooklyn could feel for this man was rage and hatred for the atrocities he’d already committed and the ones he’d continue to carry out. She didn’t feel any of that love blossoming in her chest as she did that night she admitted what she wanted from him — for him to mark her permanently, and for her to stay with him forever. It was only a faraway tendril that would take her much time to grab onto.

For now, Brooklyn had to reason with Sara in order to get out of here alive.

 

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