Master of Lust

Chapter - 174

"Move away from her, you motherfuckers," As the commissioner stormed into the room, his presence was like a thunderclap 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, the commissioner 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 particular male officer, he yelled, "How dare you touch her? And who laid 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, the commissioner seized his belt and lashed 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 the commissioner's wrathful gaze. Not a single word dared to escape their lips, silence their only defense.

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

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

'But we didn't even get to fuck her,' The officers felt wronged when they heard the commissioner curse them non-stop.

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

The slap reverberated through the air, leaving a stunned silence in its wake. As the officer recoiled from the blow, the commissioner'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, accompanied by their female counterparts, stood frozen in place by the door, their heads bowed in submission to the storm of rage swirling around them.

The commissioner's voice cut through the tension like a knife, slicing through the thick silence that hung in the room. His eyes blazed 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. The commissioner's patience wore thin, his frustration boiling over like a pot left unattended on a stove.

Linda lay 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 solace in the warmth provided by her clothes, a small comfort in the midst of turmoil.

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

"Speak up, damn it!" the commissioner 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 hotshot lawyer, 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 breaths coming in short, ragged bursts. It was like he was running a marathon without even moving.

The commissioner's face darkened with fury, his eyes flashing 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 slap across the officer's cheek.

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

The officer's head titled to the opposite side. The slap was so enormous that it left the imprints of the commissioner'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 explained, his words strained with frustration.

The commissioner'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. "His lawyer argued it could've been consensual. You know how it goes, everyone's got their kinks."

"Kinks?" The commissioner'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?" The commissioner'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, the commissioner grabbed the hunter that was in his sight and started beating every officers there irrespective of the gender.

The commissioner 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 to comb his overhanging beard.

He was barking like a dog, similar to his personality. The commissioner 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 add complexity 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 the commissioner had to stop his hunter there. He ran outside the place, vacating the interrogation room holding Linda in his hand. There was the ambulance. He laid her down on the ambulance's stretcher.

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

After the ambulance left for the hospital, the officers sighed a relief. They were waiting for the next earthquake going to hit them, after the commissioner comes 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 blasting 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 a labyrinth 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 accelerator, 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 maintaining composure.

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 tone laced 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 to come 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 nonchalant 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.net

Gloria's frustration simmered as she struggled to maintain her composure. "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 explanation, but his doubts still lingered like a stubborn shadow. "That's mighty kind of you," he conceded, his tone cautious. "But what happened that landed 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 place, all riled up and ready for a brawl. They had some beef with Rick, I guess, and things escalated real quick."

She glanced nervously at Qasim, hoping her explanation 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 accelerator 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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