"You Can Kill Me Later"

[GimmeMooreGirl]

"You Can Kill Me Later"

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The man awoke with a start at a click sound and the sudden flooding of his previously dark bedroom with light. He sat up quickly to find a woman standing at the end of his bed, moving slowly closer. She wore an oversized, men's black leather jacket, below which was very little else: a tight fitting floral blouse barely large enough to contain her smallish breasts and a red pair of semi-sheer boy shorts. She was erotically beautiful, with her fair, flawless skin decorated by multiple, large, colorful tattoos. She was small, barely 5'4" and maybe 105 pounds. She was a natural fiery redhead with mesmerizing, hazel-green eyes.

She was one other thing also: armed! In one hand she held a 9mm semiautomatic Glock that would look familiar to the man. It was his. The now empty holster that had been in his lamp table was sitting on the end of the bed, next to his handcuffs. She lifted the shackles and tossed them into his lap. "Left wrist. Headboard."

Her body language left no doubt as to whether or not she knew how to handle a fire arm. She waited until he was secured to the bed before backing toward the desk near the door. She retrieved a folder, moved to sit on her knees upon the bed near his feet, and tossed it into his lap. LAPD was atop the folder in big, bold letters. Below it was the word Confidential in block red. She smiled and cocked her head playfully. When she spoke, she spoke with a twinge of an Irish lilt, though her speech pattern was more American than Eire. "I should introduce myself. I'm Maria."

She reached out and touched the almost illegible handwritten name identifying the subject of the file: MacGregor, Maria L.

 

[FireyIce]

David Espinoza http://www.seducingwithstyle.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/eduardo-verastegui-latin-men.jpg was a bit surprised that he sat up as quickly as he did. After the amount of alcohol he had consumed earlier that night, he figured he would be in a very deep sleep. It took a moment before he saw Maria. He looked her over, noting it was the same person from the file he had been studying from the last few weeks.

It was a little bit of a strange predicament with being assigned the case itself since he was working undercover with the LAPD Guns & Gangs division. At the age of 26, he had shown how much of a valued asset he was to the force by getting the information that was usually needed. The only good thing is that one of the people he was looking for had found him, though under less than ideal circumstances.

When he sat up, he felt his black hair fall down his semi-dark skin. His Hispanic background helped with blending in within the city of Los Angeles. The tattoo of the current gang, the Rebels, that he was going undercover for, resided on his bare chest along with a few other gang related tattoos. At 5’11’’ he stayed in good shape and had brown eyes that stared at Maria.

“So, you saved me a bunch of time from finding you, chica,” he said with his natural Hispanic tone. He listened to her and began to cuff his hand to the bed as he sat up, exposing just his boxers that he was in. “I’ve been looking for you,” he added as he looked back at her, slowly checking her out. Luckily, he had his badge hidden in case something like this had ever happened. “My boss, he wants to employ your services,” David added as he wondered what she was planning on doing with him. “And feel free to call me David, or Dave,” he offered her, “I won’t argue with what one you want to use. Or Papi,” he said with a bit of a smirk, trying to throw her off.

 

[GimmeMooreGirl]

After the cop got his bearings, he said as he got up to cuff himself, "So, you saved me a bunch of time from finding you, chica."

She smiled wider. She found it ironic that at the same time David had been looking for her, Maria had been surveilling him. From the day she learned he'd been tasked to Gangs and Guns via her crooked cop contact, Maria had been keeping an eye on David. But in all of her watching, she'd never seen him like this. Standing before her in just his boxers, she was able to see more of him than most people had. And, under other circumstances, Maria knew that she'd probably get that naked with him, too. He was solidly built and tall, compared to her anyway. She liked 'em big'n'strong. She liked 'em anyway, to be truthful, but big'n'strong was her favorite.

"I’ve been looking for you," he continued, sitting back on the bed with his feet outstretched toward her. "My boss, he wants to employ your services."

Her lips spread a bit in a knowing smile. David obviously meant his gang boss. His cop boss would have liked nothing more than to put a bullet through Maria's head. That was what cops did with cop killers. Of course, the only cops she'd ever killed were dirty ones. So Maria held no guilt for their deaths in that little cold heart of hers. But it did make her work a lot harder knowing that if she was ever ID'd by law enforcement, most of them would shoot first and ask questions later.

"And feel free to call me David, or Dave,” he continued, a definite flirt in his tone. "I won’t argue with what one you want to use. Or Papi."

With him now secure to the heavy, solid headboard, Maria moved a bit farther up the king sized mattress until she was just a foot from his bare feet. With her haunches resting on her ankles, Maria's thighs parted just a bit to give David a view of the meeting of her thighs and the red boy shorts that only just barely hid her womanhood from him. She showed no concern for her state of partial undress before the stranger.

When she spoke to him, it was in a commanding tone that left no doubt as to who was in charge at the moment. "Listen, chico. This would go a lot easier if you kept in mind that I am smarter than you, know more than you, and have your fuckin' gun."

Everything she'd said was true. Maria was smarter than most of the population of the planet, with an IQ of 155. Her problem was a lack of impulse control. She often acted too quickly and without concern for her own long term good. This moment was a fine example of that: you don't criticize and possibly alienate the man whose assistance you need to get what you want.

As far as the second part of her statement, Maria knew more about the gang David was infiltrating, the Rebels, than he did. She also knew far more about their connection to international gun running -- not a typical Hispanic street gang operation -- and their involvement with the Green Hill Gang, the Ireland based organized criminal organization for which Maria had worked since she was 14 years old. But for all she knew about the Rebels, Maria had no way of getting close to them. And that was where David came in. She needed his in to get what she now needed. Which meant that she needed to play nice with him.

And finally, concerning the gun in her hand-- Maria looked it over for a moment, then spoke with a less confrontational tone. "I didn't kill those people."

Two days earlier, an armored car had been hit. All three guards had been killed, as had a homeless guy who had simply been sitting nearby and a passing motorist who had been stupid enough to stop and begin recording the robbery on his cell phone. Duh! "The gun left at the scene-- the one that killed the wanna-be Spielberg-- it was my gun, but I wasn't there."

Within an hour of the robbery, Maria's face was all over the television and internet, based upon fingerprints found on that gun and the shell casings discharged from it. She looked down, a bit ashamed. She would never kill people in that way. She looked back up. "They were my associates-- former associates-- but, I wasn't a party to the robbery-- or the killings. I was betrayed. They--" Her jaws clenched in obvious fury. "Those fuckers-- they betrayed me. And now, I'm going to give them all to you." She pointed a long, thin finger directly at David's face. "You, personally. I'm going to give you names, locations, crimes-- anything and everything you need to bring these fuckers down."

She backed away from him, standing at the end of the bed. She looked down at her half-naked body, then back up to David, smiling. "First, though, I need something from you-- and before you get any ideas, I didn't dress like this for your viewing pleasure. I had to take off with a bit of haste. So--"

She turned and went to David's dresser. She set the gun atop it and dug through it as she gave him a good look at her backside. She smiled, knowing that he'd be checking out her firm, fair skinned buttocks. She pulled out a pair of running sweats as she continued. "I'm going to need a place to hide out for a few days-- and I can't think of a better place to hide out than the apartment of the undercover cop who is not only searching for me but also infiltrating the street gang that is entangled with the very people I want to see hung by their balls from a light pole."

With the sweats now hiding her previously exposed beauty, Maria moved over to drop into a big, soft chair near the bedroom door. She studied David for a moment as she pulled a blanket over herself-- and his gun. She needed sleep.

 

[FireyIce]

David listened as Maria started to explain herself to him. While she did, he tried to not glace too much at her partially exposed body. He did think she looked very sexy, though she was a terrorist and someone who he wouldn't mind getting a lot of publicity turning in. What it would do to his career would be life-altering he was thinking while still trying to listen to Maria.

He snapped back to reality when she mentioned that she didn't kill the security guards and other innocents. He knew how to keep his cool, which he had to do while listening to her allegation that her gang, the Green Hill Gang, had set her up. Though it wouldn't be a far fetched allegation to use them for a fall to try to seek refuge he wasn't buying it. "So, if you're such a master assassin and explosives expert, how did you lose your piece, Maria chica?" he asked in a condescending tone to her. "You really expect me to believe that your 'associates' did all of that with a weapon and scene that has a huge 'I did it' banner over your head?"

David continued to lay on his bed, getting a bit more situated with resting his back against the headboard. "And why would you give them over to me? Why not turn them over to the feds, huh?" he asked knowing it was a feasible option. There was no doubt the government would probably overlook some of her misdeeds for cooperation while still turning in, with proof, a whole gang. The problem was, David didn't believe she had proof.

Aside from not going anywhere, David was starting to be more relaxed before he started to burst out laughing when she mentioned him being an undercover cop. "Oh, chica, that's too rich," he said as he started to catch his breath. "What, what makes you think I'm with the po po?" he asked while still laughing. "My rap sheet is probably just as long as yours. Trust me, I'm no saint," he added with a devilish grin on his face. "Besides, where's my badge?" he asked as he watched her go to his dresser and get some sweats out.

When he watched Maria start to sleep on the chair, he though about different options that could be happening with this whole situation. He was still trying to figure out how to let this all play out. Her arrival was very paradoxical with wanting to still use her to take out some of the gangs, mainly her gang, or taking the option of turning her in and becoming an overnight hero. In the two and a half hours he watched her sleep, he realized she would be out for a while. He took his right hand and ran it up the back of the headboard until he felt his badge, followed by his extra handcuff key that he grabbed.

Within a few moments, while still looking at the feisty redhead in his apartment, he slowly undid his handcuffs. Shortly after that, he slowly got out of bed and walked over to where she was. As he was use to, he moved quickly with pulling the blanket off and grabbing the gun, twisting her wrist and regaining control of it before pointing it back at her. "So, Maria chica," he started to say as he walked away from her slowly, aiming straight at her heart, "what kind of alliance were you purposing?"