"I guess I'll go home and kick the fucking walls out." Yeah, but don't do that. I don't want to bail your ass out of jail for something that stupid." ...Ed said.Instead of having Vlad help me decide where to store the weapons, I would have to sit and listen to him talk about murder. Damn, life was a shit sandwich and you didn't even get mustard, I decided."This place is a dump," Vlad said. "I like it. It reminds me of home." Well don't get settled in. I have to move. The guy who owns the place is. Anne had a lot going on with her trim, toned body but there wasn't much happening above the neck, so to speak. She stood and came closer to me. The look in her eye was one of smoldering hatred. I would have preferred smoldering lust.She grabbed the photos out of my hand and violently shredded them into tiny pieces. The look of satisfaction and defiance on her face when she was done was priceless. I began to laugh, stepping closer to her and putting my hand on her shoulder."The originals and the. “Oh god, Jackson, this is wrong…Please let me down and I w-won’t tell anyone, I swear.” I say, my breathing uneven as he slams back into me every time I speak.“Be quiet, Elise, or Daniel will hear you. You don’t want him to think you’re nothing but a dirty slut, do you?” He spits out, grabbing onto my ass to use as leverage to slam back into my soaking cunt.“Babe, are you okay?” Daniel calls out from the living room, while his brother’s cock slams into me more forcefully, knocking the breath. Most 'serials', as they called them, graduated to rape after committing less serious offences such as break-and-enter, voyeurism, or less serious assault charges, so most of them had DNA and fingerprints on file.Mike on the other hand was thinking how much he'd like to bend Sergeant Janine Munner over one of the many cars they were passing on the dark street, hike up her skirt, rip the crotch out of her pantyhose and fuck her brains out! He stole surreptitious glances at her big tits and fine.