“No shit…” commented Munick as he rubbed his chin the way he does when his mind is roiling.
“This is serious, Captain. Now we need to focus our investigation on Azmir as well. He is connected to Harrison and it is believed that they’re partners. So far, I haven’t been able to pin anything on him. He has no criminal record to speak of. He was arrested twice as a juvie in Chicago for car theft and aggravated assault, but never charged or incarcerated as an adult. Those juvie records have been expunged, but I pulled some strings to have them dug up. I believe Harrison attempted to have them wiped out as part of his plan.
“Yazmine was arrested while he was in school. According to his high school guidance counselor, no one knew of his mother’s disappearance. She recalls his dad coming to school to sign him in after a string of excessive absences. The problem is Azmir’s father died before they moved to Illinois. I’m sure it was Harrison. He moved Azmir to L.A. after he graduated high school. Azmir went to Stanford for three years…even maintained a 3.8 grade point average before dropping out. According to the IRS, he’s been paying taxes on businesses for the past ten years. He owns approximately twelve businesses…small and large. He keeps his nose clean on the surface but I’m going in deep to find his dirt.” Lombardi wouldn’t take a breath, he kept pouring his evidence down Munick’s throat.
“Yazmine has been released from Sing Sing under the condition she helps New York find evidence to convict Harrison of the death of her husband. And sir, from what I hear, Azmir doesn’t even know his mother is alive. She hasn’t seen or heard from him since he was about fifteen years old,” Lombardi continued to brief.
Munick took another long pause as he grew intrigued by this information on the case. He knew however, that he didn’t want to be attached to a failed attempt to bring down a law enforcement brother’s career. “Thirty days, Lombardi…3-0!” he said as he rose from the table and exited the boardroom.
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Rayna
“So my first time with Azmir was good,” I lied to Michelle at Ole’ Café in Santa Monica. I’d just finished giving her the low down the Monday following Azmir’s birthday. My time with Azmir was far from good—try extraordinary, in spite the awkwardness of the power struggle.
“Oooh! And you came twice?!” Michelle sat enchanted with dreamy eyes. “That sounds more than good, woman!”
I sighed to myself as I tried to maintain an impassive tone and expression. I was still trying to process that sexual control that I tried to assert to a resistant dominant lover like Azmir.
“No, three times. I couldn’t tell you how out of control I felt.” My voice dropped, “I’ve never had orgasms like that.” I never meant for that one to escape my thoughts.
“What do you mean?” her forehead furrowed.
I hated that I walked right into this with Michelle. Sex wasn’t a sensitive topic for me in general, but orgasms were. I rubbed my forehead with gripping pressure.
“You know…I’ve never had a vaginal orgasm, much less two.”
My mumble was far more defeated than I intended. I’d been having not so good thoughts about my new relationship with Azmir. I felt overwhelmingly captivated by this man who I didn’t hold a title to. What was worse is that it actually mattered to me.
“And you said he’s hung like a horse?” Michelle squeaked. I sighed internally realizing that my slip up had gone over her head. Thank God for small favors.
“Girl, I thought that shit was going to slap me in the face.” I couldn’t help it as we burst in laughter like two schoolgirls.
“I think you guys fell in love that night!” Michelle eyes danced with passion and romantic optimism.