Chapter - 174


    "Move away from her, you motherfuckers,"As themissioner stormed into the room, his presence was like a thunderp in a silent night. The male officers froze in disbelief, caught off guard by his unexpected arrival at such an ungodly hour.


    Without a word, themissioner swept aside the clutter on the table with a force that sent objects flying in all directions. His eyes fell upon Linda''s motionless form, stripped bare and unconscious, and a surge of anguish and rage coursed through him.


    Tears threatened to spill from his eyes as he hastily covered her exposed body with whatever clothes he could find strewn across the floor. His anger burned like a wildfire, turning his vision red with fury.


    Seeing Linda lying naked and unconscious, his soul came out of his body for a second. His eyes were filled with tears and his anger turned it to red.


    He frantically wrapped her body with her clothes lying down on the ground. And turning his gaze towards that particr male officer, he yelled, "How dare you touch her? And whoid her in this condition? Who gave you the permission to touch her, you motherfuckers?"


    His words were punctuated by a swift kick that sent the officer sprawling to the ground, the force of the blow echoing through the room like a gunshot.


    In a fit of rage, themissioner seized his belt andshed out at the offenders, each strike fueled by righteous fury and a burning desire for justice.


    The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife, suffocating the officers as they took involuntary steps backward, their fear palpable in the air.


    Their heads hung low, avoiding eye contact as if it could shield them from the storm brewing in themissioner''s wrathful gaze. Not a single word dared to escape their lips, silence their only defense.


    Then, like a thunderp, themissioner''s voice shattered the oppressive stillness, each curse word a bullet aimed straight at their trembling hearts. He grabbed one unfortunate officer by the cor, his grip vice-like, his eyes aze with fury.


    "Tell me motherfucker, who dared to do this to my girl?" Themissioner''s voice was a growl, dripping with venom, "Or I will have totear you all apart, limb by limb."


    ''But we didn''t even get tofuck her,'' The officers felt wronged whenthey heard themissioner curse them non-stop.


    But before they could protest, themissioner''s hand swung out, the crack of his palm against flesh echoing in the cramped room.


    The p reverberated through the air, leaving a stunned silence in its wake. As the officer recoiled from the blow, themissioner''s gaze swept the room, searching for his elusive target.


    "Where the hell did that bastard go?" His voice boomed, a thunderous roar that sent shivers down their spines, "Where is the boy?"


    The male officers, apanied by their female counterparts, stood frozen in ce by the door, their heads bowed in submission to the storm of rage swirling around them.


    Themissioner''s voice cut through the tension like a knife, slicing through the thick silence that hung in the room. His eyes zed with fury, scanning the faces of the officers before him, demanding answers.


    But the room remained eerily quiet, as if everyone had suddenly forgotten how to speak. Themissioner''s patience wore thin, his frustration boiling over like a pot left unattended on a stove.


    Linday motionless on the table, her unconscious form a stark reminder of the violence that had erupted moments earlier. Blood trickled from her wounds, staining the fabric of her clothes, a chilling tableau of pain and suffering.


    Despite the chaos unfolding around her, Linda seemed to find sce in the warmth provided by her clothes, a smallfort in the midst of turmoil.


    Themissioner''s gaze hardened as he grabbed hold of one of the officers, his grip like a vice around the man''s cor. His words were sharp, biting, as he demanded answers, his voice tinged with barely contained rage.


    "Speak up, damn it!"themissioner clenched his teeth, and baiting his tongue he questioned him.


    The officer''s voice quivered as he delivered the news, his whole body shaking like a leaf in a hurricane. "Sir... sir, you won''t believe it. The dame who got dragged into the station with that scumbag?


    She pulled some strings, hired herself a hotshotwyer, and we had no choice but to let him walk," he stammered, his words punctuated by nervous gulps, "And that boy is also the one responsible for Sergent''s... this state..."


    You could practically see the guy''s heart pounding in his chest, his breathsing in short, ragged bursts. It was like he was running a marathon without even moving.


    Themissioner''s face darkened with fury, his eyes shing like lightning in a storm. "You mean to tell me you let a rapist stroll out of here scot-free? Without even giving me a heads-up?" he thundered, his hand shooting out to deliver a resounding p across the officer''s cheek.


    The officer''s head snapped to the side from the force of the blow, the imprint of themissioner''s fingers burning like a brand on his cheek. Pain and shock mingled in his eyes, but he didn''t dare protest, "He raped ady police officer and you let him go?"


    The officer''s head titled to the opposite side. The p was so enormous that it left the imprints of themissioner''s fingers as a outline, on his face.


    Amidst the chaos and pain, one brave officer managed to find his voice. "But sir, we didn''t have any concrete evidence. The sergeant shut down the cameras before anything could be recorded," he exined, his words strained with frustration.


    Themissioner''s brow furrowed in disbelief. "But you found him alone with her, didn''t you?" he demanded, his voice tinged with anger.


    "Yeah, but it wasn''t enough," another officer interjected. "Hiswyer argued it could''ve been consensual. You know how it goes, everyone''s got their kinks."


    "Kinks?" Themissioner''s voice trembled with a mix of emotions—anger, regret, resentment, frustration, and fear all swirling together in a turbulent storm. Who knew better than him about her kinks?


    "He''s the one who put Marnus Warner''s kid in the hospital! And what did we do? Let him walk?" Themissioner''s words hung heavy in the air, thick with shock and horror.


    "Now his father will fucking skin us. You bloody fool, how could you make such blunders? Who gave you the authority to release him, in my absence", saying this, themissioner grabbed the hunter that was in his sightand started beating every officers there irrespective of the gender.


    Themissioner was an evil monster. His dense moustaches were like a treacherous jungle, housing many lice. He always used to itch his beard and moustache, in an annoying manner. He even sometimes used tob his overhanging beard.


    He was barking like a dog, simr to his personality. Themissioner on the other hand was also angry at them for letting that shit happen with his girlfriend, Linda.


    The grudge against Rick which was now his personal, for he tortured his girlfriend; the frustration of helplessness and the fear of Marcus Warner.


    All his feelings blended together to addplexity to his rage. He shouted and yelled like a psychopath and continued to throw hunter on the officers, leaving them with scars and tears.


    Suddenly, there was a siren outside the police station and themissioner had to stop his hunter there. He ran outside the ce, vacating the interrogation room holding Linda in his hand. There was the ambnce. Heid her down on the ambnce''s stretcher.


    Directing the driver of the ambnce to the city hospital; themissioner signaled a warning gaze to the rest of the officers, who were standing behind, waiting for his departure.


    After the ambnce left for the hospital, the officers sighed a relief. They were waiting for the next earthquake going to hit them, after themissioneres back.


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    Gloria and Qasim cruised down the highway in their sleek Lamborghini, the engine purring beneath them like a contented feline. Qasim, with his signature lisp, had the rap tunes sting through the speakers, bobbing his head to the beat as he maneuvered the car with ease.


    Gloria''s gaze drifted beyond the speeding scenery, lost in abyrinth of her own thoughts. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions, her expression distant as she wrestled with unseen demons.


    Feeling the weight of Gloria''s silent turmoil, Qasim eased off the elerator, shifting in his seat to reach for her hand. He gently entwined his fingers with hers, his touch a silent reassurance amidst the storm raging within her.


    "What''s on your mind, darling?" Qasim inquired, turning her chin to meet his gaze, concern etched in his features.


    Gloria attempted a smile, but it faltered, a mere facade to mask the chaos brewing beneath the surface. "Estoy bien querido. Just lost in thought," she replied, her voice strained with the effort of maintainingposure.


    But Qasim wasn''t fooled. He could see through her facade, the tension radiating from her like a beacon in the night. His brow furrowed with worry, his instincts urging him to delve deeper into her troubled mind.


    "Who was that guy back there? You looked really shook up about him. Is there something you''re not telling me?" Qasim probed gently, his toneced with confusion and concern.


    Gloria hesitated, her gaze flickering away before meeting his once more. The truth hovered on the tip of her tongue, but she could not manage to say it.


    Gloria sat there, her mind racing as she tried toe up with a story that would satisfy Qasim''s prying eyes. For a moment, she was tongue-tied, the weight of his gaze bearing down on her like a spotlight.


    But then, with a forced smile, she began to spin her tale. "Well, you see, Rick... he''s just a part-time worker at the store. A verdadero amor, always lending a hand with my stuff," she said, carefully choosing her words to paint Rick in the best light possible.


    Qasim''s skeptical stare didn''t waver, though, and Gloria felt the pressure mounting. "Now what?" she asked, trying to sound nonchnt despite the panic bubbling beneath the surface.


    Qasim didn''t hold back, bombarding her with questions. "What was Rick doing at the police station? You said you got dragged in there because of someone else''s mistake. Was he that someone?" Discover hidden stories at m,v l''e-NovelBin


    Gloria''s frustration simmered as she struggled to maintain herposure. "Well, you see, it''s not exactly what you think," she began, her voice tight with tension. "Someone in Rick''s family was really sick. I went to the station to check on them."


    Qasim''s expression softened slightly at her exnation, but his doubts still lingered like a stubborn shadow. "That''s mighty kind of you," he conceded, his tone cautious. "But what happened thatnded you both in prison?"


    Gloria''s voice trembled as she recounted the chaotic scene in the ICU chamber. "Um, it fue loco. Seriously crazy. A bunch of guys barged in like they owned the ce, all riled up and ready for a brawl. They had some beef with Rick, I guess, and things escted real quick."


    She nced nervously at Qasim, hoping her exnation would be enough to ease the tension. "So, they started throwing punches, and Rick, well, he wasn''t about to back down. It was self-defense, you know? But, uh, things got messy. I don''t even know if those guys made it out alive."


    Qasim let out a sigh of relief, his grip on the steering wheel loosening slightly. "Thank the heavens you''re okay," he muttered, pressing down on the elerator as if eager to put some distance between them and the nightmare they''d just escaped.


    Gloria''s shoulders sagged with relief as she settled back into her seat. "So, where to now? This isn''t the way home, is it?" she asked, brow furrowing in confusion as she realized they were veering off course.


    Qasim shot her a mischievous grin, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "It''s a surprise," he said cryptically, turning the car down a dimly lit alleyway that seemed to lead into the depths of the city.


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