You are MINE (closed)

[susurrus]

Yes, Greg was fucking Gabriella now, but it was primarily with the goal of getting her off again. If he came, too, great. If not, he really didn't care. He wanted her to cum and cum, in an attempt to wipe out all the crap that'd been happening in her life lately. He knew that wouldn't happen, but the longer they stayed joined, that blissful illusion was a possibility, however fleeting.

 

[Asa]

She was riding more and more. Building back up slowly as she stared into his eyes.

Love... You

She softly gasped.

 

[susurrus]

Greg hadn't expected to cum, even though Gabriella's pussy had him climbing that mountain, as it always did. However, when he heard her quietly pant, "Love... you," as she began the climb to her next climax, those two syllables bulldozed him up to the peak and over.

With a guttural yell, he pumped his own cum up into Gabriella's remarkable body. He had no intention of letting her stop just because he came, but while in the throes of orgasm, such thoughts were temporarily put on hold.

When he did start to come down from the ultimate high, he gasped, "God, I love you, too." He kept his hands on her hips and told her, "Now, cum again."

 

[Asa]

Her orgasm again roared through her as she rode him wildly feeling him cum deep within her. Her eyes closing as she tried to come down from her latest orgasm as her arms nearly buckle beneath her.

 

[susurrus]

Gabriella's second orgasm was spectacular. It seemed that feeling Greg fill her with his climax merely brought hers on with much more speed than it would have otherwise. Greg didn't care. He loved the sight of her orgasm, as well as the feel of her pussy clenching and releasing his hard-on.

This cum appeared to take it out of her, though. For a few seconds after the main peak started to subside, Greg pulled her onto him and just held her, before she could collapse.

He kept his cock inside her as he shrank slowly, until it gently popped free. Still, he just held her and felt her body heave as it recovered from her second cum, so close on the heels of the first.

 

[Asa]

Curling up close letting her system return to normal. Eyes closing as she hugged him loosely.

Very... Wonderful... Love

 

[susurrus]

Greg let Gabriella just lay on top of him until she eventually let herself tumble off to the side, where she immediately snuggled up again. There was such a feeling of peace, of contentment, in the air.

When Gabriella breathed, "Wonderful, love." Greg only pulled her in closer. He couldn't have agreed more, but there was no real need to add his sentiment to hers.

He wished it could be like this from here on out, that Braddock had things one-hundred percent under control and that they would never have to worry about Gabriella's past rising up to haunt her again...

 

[Asa]

She sank into a peaceful sleep as they laid there snuggled together. A smile softly gracing her lips as she felt safe and secure in the moment.

 

[susurrus]

Greg laid there and ruminated a while longer. Now that the sex was over, his cop's brain starting turning. He wished there was a way for him to erase her past, all the events and players, all the bad and even the few good. However, he also knew that those experiences and people made her the woman he held in his arms today. Had those steps not been placed before her, she more than likely would be a totally different person, and possibly one who either never would have crossed his path, or who wouldn't have intrigued him enough for him to ask her out in the first place.

So, the only answer was to let Braddock do whatever it was he was doing, then for him, Gabriella, and possibly even Lance, to finish this damn Vince thing once and for all.

Finally, sleep nudged him and he let it take him. He rested a hand on Gabriella's arm and joined her in blissful oblivion...

 

[Asa]

When she got up the next morning she found Braddock staring at a tape recorder and fishing a bullet out of his thigh. He smiled to her then looked to Greg.

Is it an acceptable loss for a confessed crooked cop to be found dead of what is clearly a self induced overdose in the house Vince had my sister that when you trace ownership back belonged to him in the first place?

Tossing him the recorder Braddock then let Gabriella help him with the bullet motioning for Greg to listen in another room. The confession on the tape would make most distrust cops even more.

Greg is still young to this work... Idealist...
Yeah so I got greedy and owe a few favors to people I should be locking up. He has no fucking clue about that bitch he is screwing. So to at least do one good thing in my career I tried to save a good cop from being stupid with some worthless slut so sue me. He will thank me for it eventually. Yeah I set it all up. Caught that Vince guy snooping around found out from an informant who he was and we set up a deal. He eliminated some people I owe favors to and I help him get the girl...
Reunite old lovers ya know.

A little bit more talking and a drug high sigh and the tape went silent

 

[susurrus]

Greg awoke to find himself alone in the bed. Gabriella's side was still warm, though, so she hadn't been up for long. Getting up, he heard voices, that weren't coming from a radio or television, so he ducked back to the bedroom and slipped on his pants.

When he emerged, he found Gabriella and Braddock conversing quietly. Braddock gave one of his cold half smiles, making some cryptic remark about a crooked cop, then tossed a small hand recorder in Greg's direction.

Greg caught the device, then retreated to another room as Gabriella and Braddock once more conferred without him.

Listening to the recording, Greg's blood ran cold. Fuck. Somebody in the department knew about him and Gabriella and sicced Vince on them? What the fuck? From Braddock's comment, though, that particular somebody was no longer a threat. Greg hated it, but he felt relieved that the problem was already solved.

Emerging once again, he tossed the recorder back and said, "So, OD or bad junk?"

 

[Asa]

Idiot mixed drugs and I couldn't save him.

Braddock shrugged

 

[susurrus]

Greg suspected who mixed this guy's drugs but didn't expect a straight answer to the question he was about to ask.

"And how did the drugs get mixed?"

 

[Asa]

Guess he mixed them himself. I don't mess with that stuff.

Braddock was getting a little defensive so Gabriella spoke up.

Could you have caught him trying to kill himself. It really seems like we are dealing with Vince pulling a no loose ends kind of thing now?

 

[susurrus]

Greg knew Braddock would never admit to screwing with the guy's stuff, whether he had anything to do with it or not, so he was ready to drop it, because it really didn't matter at that point. He and Gabriella were safe at least from a crooked cop, so that was a good thing.

The idea that Gabriella brought up was a little on the chilling side, but if Vince himself was narrowing the field, he was doing their work for them. If the only one they really ended up needing to deal with was Vince, rather than a host of other players, that would be a good thing. And if Vince's kind were taking each other out, that was a good thing, too... as long as it didn't spill over into the population at large.

"That's a good point," he said to Gabriella's assumption. "But if that's true, where does that actually put us? Do we just sit back and wait for all the guys on Vince's side to drop dead?"

 

[Asa]

I think I see was sis is saying. He no longer needed the cop because had the bugs in here and from what you all said had already been to the precinct. When people lose their usefulness he cuts them off so to speak like a frayed thread on a shirt or a piece of lint.

Braddock nodded to Gabriella.

Just like with that one Russian upstart back home trying to start a third faction.

She just nodded and smiled.

 

[susurrus]

Greg finally got what was being said about the theory that Vince was using then discarding people in a very final manner. He was surprised he was being so obtuse about all this, but some days, your brain just doesn't want to process like it usually does...

"So, I guess what I was trying to get at earlier is: what do we do next?"

 

[Asa]

I continue being bait till he makes his next move.

She shrugged as if it was normal "day at the office" kind of stuff.

 

[susurrus]

Greg was kind of surprised that there was no big plan, but he understood. It was in Vince's court. Once he made his presence known, they'd have a better idea for strategy.

"Well, in that case," he started, "I guess I'll head for work. You know how to get hold of me. I'll see you tonight." He gave Braddock a nod, then left so he could stop at his place for fresh clothes before he had to head in for the day...

 

[Asa]

After Greg left she sighed.

Try for no more corpses little bro. I will see you tonight.

With that Braddock laid down on the couch for a short nap before hunting again and she went to get dressed and headed out for work.

 

[susurrus]

At work, Greg overheard a couple cops talking, "Didja hear about Albondier? Dead from an overdose, looks like. Fuck, I didn't even know they guy used."

Greg hoped that was as far as it'd go. He still wasn't 100 percent convinced Braddock's story was entirely truthful. Regardless, he really hoped it remained a single cop who'd gotten on the bad side of some bad drugs, and that no trails led anywhere but the place where the guy got his usual fix.

He kept an ear out for anything that sounded like Vince, and even started looking at the ceilings and in the corners for anything out of the ordinary. There'd been cameras in the precinct house for years now, but he was on the lookout for anything but the usual security stuff, now that he knew what to look for.

Another relatively uneventful day. Nothing remotely Vince related, nor that indicated there was a player from outside poking his nose in things. It was good. He hoped it remained that way.

Packing up for the day, Greg headed for Lance's. About halfway there, he thought the car two behind him had been following for a while. He made a couple turns to see, and it made the same turns he did. Eventually, he saw that car turn off into a parking lot and park. Keeping an eye on the rear view for a couple more blocks, he tried to notice if that car pulled back out again, but eventually, he was too far away to know for sure.

Pulling in to Lance's, he stopped and waited a few minutes before he got out. He wasn't sure the car had actually been following, but considering everything, he wasn't taking chances.

When not another soul pulled in or even drove by after five minutes, Greg got out and went inside. Lance's jeep wasn't parked in its usual spot, so he apparently wasn't in. Unusual considering that Lance seemed to spend practically every waking hour there.

Inside was the usual gang, plus a couple extras. He went directly behind the bar and swept Gabriella up in his arms and planted a kiss on her, ignoring the catcalls and demands to "get a room."

 

[Asa]

Braddock slept about two hours and headed out again.

Gabriella was also curious when Lance wasn't there and texted Braddock on the untraceable burner phone. She kept a decent watch on the place looking to see any unknown or known but hidden faces and unexpected company. Then Greg arrived and she pressed into the kiss swatting his ass when the kiss broke for show. She smiled but still that relaxed observation continued.

 

[susurrus]

Gabriella got into the kiss, then swatted his ass in mock censure once their lips parted. When he looked down into her eyes, she looked up at his for a moment, then she began scanning the crowd, even before he let her go.

As the night went on, Greg watched Gabriella, and saw that she was watching everyone and everything very closely, though discreetly. The big question was: Where the fuck was Lance?

 

[Asa]

She looked to one of the girls who Lance seemed to like quite well.

Where the fuck is Lance we have orders to put in?

 

[susurrus]

Greg saw and heard Gabriella ask one of the other girls if she knew where Lance was. This one was the one who spent most of her time in Lance's office. In fact, it seemed almost out of place to see her out on the floor.

The reply was, "I haven't seen him all day, either. It isn't like him, though I hope he gets here soon."