His Secret Identity

outside. The sun had just risen from the horizon filling the sky with hues of orange and yellow. The dandelion-colored sphere greeted the rich green and the flowers stretched outwards. She breath

ment is less feminine. But would such a job make her less attractive to ordinary men? She had a beautiful face. Thin arms that exceeded the standards of stereotypical femininity

ubles, ordinary women usually wouldn't. She almost lost a leg, almost died and almost lost a partner. She had always been told by her co-police that she was one of the most beautiful and strong women in the station. Well that's what she usually hears of what they say about her. It feels so strange for them beca

as the water slid down along with it, then to her breast. She started to massage it with her bare hands and slowly pinched her nipples. The sensations spread throughout Frances' whole body as the pleasure builds slowly and gradually. How long has it been

guished a familiar man. It was her partner, AJ. He was an inch taller than

he tip of Frances' lips

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man. There were three most known members of the organization. Carlos Grahams, Dante Giovanna and the most known one, Maximo Fargo. They were the underbosses, the mini dons. It was so difficult to get to

wn envelope on the table. She took a quick look at him then to the case. She opened

nted to know. He shook

t his body,"

nesses say he was on a killing spree before a

idea who killed

se said it was the member of

u m

ttempted to kill the ne

d crime lord?" asked Frances. He

r?" he asked. Frances shook her head with

nly have two underbosses left to

ses, there is still one to take down.

ened. For real? Did Maximo Fargo really die? If it's real, that might be the turning point of this yea

yelled a bit a

okay?"

she n

moved the steering wheel. Frances hesitated to

erwhelmed,"

whelm

years of the organization, we found its weak spo

their weakness, it's just that our seniors don't want us to act witho

ng we call law. Clearly, we should

seems that the law

ckled to life and the officer's voi

up," the raspy voice chattered over the car. An adrenaline kicked up on him as the sirens blare and the vehicle takes off. He quick

nd a jean," the woman on the radio uttered

e're on

him, he moved the car towards the guy with matched descriptions, who was running away. Frances placed her hand

ng the gun at the suspect. He ob

said AJ and slowly

our k

owards them. AJ fell down when the bullet punched through his right biceps. She quickly pulled the trigger. An adrenaline kicked up and she was hyper f

ed, examining his wound

grinned. Frances reached

down, I need he

ces, keeping him calm. As expected for a man, he just smiled

husband, a good father and a good partner. He had told her that he always wanted to be a po

h foot as they gazed at the dead man. The yellow tear-proof plastic polyethylene kept them away from getting near the bo

. She was aware of the potential of the both of them being killed. Still, she possessed the terror of being deceased. It is th

us that she was concerne

you o

ne who was shot and now he

asked Frances, shootin

fixed a smil

id of

d of d

of us will leave this wo

ing and being afraid of death

regret knowing that a daughter and a wife lost someone imp

ied about what thei

worriless through his smile as if t

he said in response. Frances waited for a few moments to drop a question. He was

isn't real?

n atheist or something. She did believe in

ven ask yourself what he would feel about the fact that the cr

exist, do you t

e shaped on F

ose times, does God really exist? If he did, where was he when my father died? Did he plan it all? Did he do it fo

ow. He gestured and Frances let fall of her hand. It was the NYPD Chief of police, Caesar W. Dickson. He was the type of police who she held in hig

ar alone who came back alive. He came out from the abandoned building with blood and wounds around his body. Luckily, he survived. She was not certain , but she does hope he doesn't get pis