PROLOGUE

FREAKER

The private jet was taking us back to our island. Steve was sleeping soundly next to me, exhausted by our Venetian adventures and our non-stop sexual activities.

 I was replaying everything that had happened to us. And what little could be said that it was out of the ordinary. I glanced at the armoured briefcase sitting in front of me. It contained the cause of our troubles. However, our Honeymoon had started wonderfully

THE CIPRIANI

The hotel's water taxi picked us up at the airport. In the distance, Venice stretched out in a misty line of palaces, buildings, domes, and church towers.

Upon our arrival, we were taken directly to the Dogaressa Suite. Separated from the main hotel by a garden and a flower-filled patio, it offered all the privacy necessary for the wild nights I had planned. The suite, furnished in 18th-century style, overlooked the lagoon with a view of the Doge's Palace and St. Mark's Square.

Our luggage had barely been delivered when I stripped completely to take a shower, my hard cock offering my husband a direct invitation to join me.

Without hesitation, I pinned him against the pink marble of the vast walk-in shower and entered him. He had saved my life, and by doing so had shown me just how deeply he loved me. He pretended to resist, knowing how much it excited me. I rode him with all the passion of a man who had escaped death, my muscles working against my husband’s athletic body. I came inside him several times while he released endless spurts of semen. We spent the morning and early afternoon fucking, having all our meals delivered by room service. The staff had strict orders not to disturb us.

One morning I decided to go for a swim in the hotel pool. The concierge was waiting for me with a message from an antique dealer in the city who sometimes sold me curiosities. He had something for me. I dove with perfect form, beginning a series of laps. When I emerged from the water, I felt all eyes on me.

I knew I was particularly sexy in my tight swim briefs, glistening with droplets dripping into the hollows and over the imposing curves of my body. I decided we would go into town after lunch. But first, I wanted to surprise my husband, who was still sleeping. I changed in the pink marble bathroom, putting on a gladiator costume I had bought a long time ago. The short loincloth revealed my powerful thighs. Leather straps ran across my pecs and steel abs. Force cuffs encircled my wrists, and ancient sandals adorned my feet. I burst into the room. "Get up, Stevus, come face your master!" My hard cock already lifted the fabric

BAD COP STEVE

I’m snuggling up next to Freaker after a beautiful honeymoon. It was also eventful but for now I just need to relax and cuddle up next to my sexy husband. We return to the island from Venice and I soon doze off as the private jet takes us back to the island. I have some memories while at the island not long ago. Such as my escapades at night and being found out by our friend Dream Breaker who taught me a lesson I won’t forget. I also had to prove to him I am truly committed to Max and his friends and prove I have killing skills if I want to belong to our small group. Not long after, I remember reading in a paper on our way to Venice of a body being found in one room at the resort we were staying in. He was a jogger I came across. He was apparently found dead in his room naked, with his own balls in his mouth. I had a coy smile on my face when I read the article and hid my boner in my light colour trousers. The article said the killer was at large but no evidence of who it might be was clear. I wonder if Dream Breaker knows about this. I dumped the newspaper in our suite in Venice.

We arrived in our hotel by water taxi. Venice looks so nice and romantic. I am so happy Freaker brought me here. It looks amazing. The pictures of Venice in magazines are nothing like the real thing I’m seeing now. The line of palaces, buildings, domes, and church towers look impressive. We were taken to the Dogaressa suite where we would be staying. The view from the window was beautiful just like the room we were staying in. It has beautiful gardens, it is very quiet and it has private surroundings which suits us perfectly. I will really enjoy it here. Away from the rat race and danger, I hope. We didn’t wait long to start to consume our new partnership as husbands on our first night. After the sex we slept in each other’s arms until the morning. Max woke me up telling me he was going to try the pool. I gave him a warm kiss and admired the skimpy gear he put on for that swim. Instant boner. I blew him a kiss and fell back to sleep.

I’m not sure for how long I was asleep. The travelling and the sex must have really knocked me out. I hear my name shouted and feel the bed shaking. I wake up startled and rise up under my sheet. My boner showing through the silk bed sheet. I rub my eyes and see Max standing there. I can’t believe my eyes when I see him wearing a gladiator costume.

Max looked amazing. His tanned muscles showing well in the short loin cloth, I could see his low hanging ball sack and muscled thighs. The leather straps show off his muscled pecs and abs nicely. The wrist cuffs show off his impressive forearms. The costume is complete by the sandals on his feet. He looks awesome, a real dreamy roman gladiator. My man looked so hot in his costume. “Face your master” I smile. I crawl on all fours on the bed towards him and kneel at the edge of the bed. I grab the leather straps over his chest and drag him onto the bed and kiss his lips and work my tongue with his. I pull on the strap with one hand while my free hand twists his hard nipple. “My man the hot and awesome gladiator come to bed with me. “ My voice sultry and eyes full of lust. My hard cock pointed at you. I go back to kissing you.

FREAKER

I tense my biceps while you kiss me and play with my nipple. My tongue like a sword battles yours in your mouth, forcing it backward. Our saliva mixes. My cock lifts the light fabric that was hiding my intimacy. The glan is glistening with precum. You pull me toward you, and I fall onto your naked body, crushing your hard cock against mine. My precum spreads across our abs. I try to pin you to the mattress with all of my weight, pressing my pecs against your face, flooding it with my sweat and my scent. I rub my steel abs against our cocks as if to jerk us off. I know you dream of penetrating me, but you'll have to earn it. Your muffled moans excite me even more and I squat over you, my hands pressing on your massive torso. My hard sword slides on your lips, replacing my tongue to invade your mouth and throat.*

BAD COP STEVE

 My hubby is insatiable just like me, another reason we make a great pair. After all that sex we had since we got here, we are still hungry for more. It was a great idea Max had to put the do not disturb sign on the door and got us room service whenever we wanted. Max knows how much I care and love him. Not just because I saved him. He also saved me, but it goes beyond that. We genuinely care for each other, and we would do anything for each other. Ever since I met him at the gym the first time we met. I knew there was a connection between us. I feel blessed to have met such an incredible man. All his muscles, his deadly fighting skills, his presence and his beautiful soul have all helped to win me over and I plan to stick by him for a very long time. Right now, I got him in bed with me. I can smell the chlorine from the pool on his skin. I also inhale his body’s sweat which drives me crazy. I end up having your pecs over my face which I devour with my lips, tongue and teeth and take real pleasure in chewing your hard quarter size nipples. He knows how much I want his ass, but he keeps denying me. Sooner or later, I will have his ass and I can’t wait. I moan out when I feel my cock touch yours and leak precum when my cock slides over your brick wall ridges over your abdomen.

The taste of your spit, then sweaty pecs over my tongue are now replaced with the taste of your cock. I lick your precum over my lips before you force your cock down my throat. I nibble and swipe my tongue like a sword over and around your shaft. I nibble and suck on your cockhead and swipe the tip of my tongue inside your cock slit to taste your sweet pre jizz. Max knows I play hard to get and this excites us both. I lift my legs up and bring them under your arms and bring you down on your back and shoulders. I grab the back of your knees and push your legs back until your knees touch your pecs. I drop to my knees in front of your ass that is now in the air. I suck on your cock and then spit it out and suck on each of your nuts. I roll each one in my hot wet mouth. My index finger slides inside your tight hole and finger fuck your hole while I feast on your big balls.

FREAKER

I love when I'm your thing. I don't admit it, but I let you do it. I find myself on my back, my ass offered. I flex both biceps while you work my cock. An intense smell of sweat escapes from my armpits. My muscles are engorged with blood and the peaks have a perfect shape. Veins run down my forearms, across my pecs when I force the pose. Being sucked while I pose drives me crazy. The adoration you have for me adds even more to my pleasure. Suddenly you're devouring my balls. I moan, my face distorted with pleasure. I bite my lips to keep from screaming like a pussy. And then I feel your finger playing with my hole. I clench my glutes to crush it and feel it force my ass. I moan even more, surprised to enjoy this passive position so much. In my head, I'm all yours, and my cock hardens to the point of pain, amazed by this new unexpected pleasure.

BAD COP STEVE

I look at my man enjoying what I’m doing to him which pleases me even more and want to keep going. I love giving you pleasure and love it more when you feel pleasure out of it. I hear you breathe heavily and watch you flex your muscles. My cock drools precum when I watch you. I inhale your musk and scent of sweat. I look at your big pecs, strong forearms and boulder sized biceps. What a man, my man all for me. Who needs room service when I can feast on this beautiful hunk of a man all day. I continue to feast and suck on your big balls one at a time. I use my shoulders to press into the back of your knees to fold you in 2 with your feet in your sandals up in the air. You tighten your hole around my index finger. I bite into your bigger left nut to make you ease off the pressure on my finger. I grab one of your ass cheek and massage it like dough. My index finger teases your joy nut and watch you flex more and make your pecs bounce through the straps of your gladiator leather harness. I slide quietly forward and in one swift movement I drop your balls from my mouth and replace my finger with my human nightstick and fuck you deep and slow, without you realizing what I just did but still see the pleasure in your eyes. My 8 incher works your hole and joy nut. I make your cock rub between my furry pecs. “OH Yes babe flex those muscles for me.” My biceps bulge up against the back of your knees and grab your straps with my fingers to keep your legs held high. I kiss you all over your face and kiss your lips as I nibble on your rough tongue. I look into your eyes “I love you so much babe”

FREAKER

You cover my face with kisses. I moan louder and louder. I bite your lips to resist the urge to scream. My whole body is nothing but a pleasure machine. My dick, spread by your hairy pecs, drips with precum. All my muscles are in motion, gorged with blood, adding to the excitement and the building of my orgasm. My balls are full and the pressure of your mouth drives me crazy. I clench my gluteal muscles when you massage me, and even more to receive you inside me. I feel how much you occupy my canal and slide gently within me.

 You fill me completely and my tight hole welcomes you with intense pleasure. I'm impaled on your massive sword. I push myself onto you. My pecs swell to the point of stretching the leather straps. Drops of sweat run between my bumps and hollows. My nipples are hard and stiff. I pinch them to heighten my pleasure. Then I see us embracing in the bedroom mirror. I flex my biceps, forcing your mouth to kiss it. The adoration you have for me brings me to the height of ecstasy. Your words finish breaking my resistance and I release a first massive load with a barbaric cry that makes the bedroom walls resonate. Then i add, before loading twice on your abs : "Oh my love, my love. I love you so much"

BAD COP STEVE

I cover your face with kisses and switch to kiss your lips and suck on your tongue. I sneaked in my phallus inside your tight hole and bang into your joy nut and don’t get any complaints from you which is what I was hoping for and why I love you so much. I see you smile when I tell you I love you and you flex for me, like I asked. You direct me to your right bicep and devour it with my lips and teeth. You play with your nipples while my thrusts move faster in you. Your cock leaves a trail of pre over my furry flexed pecs. I hold onto the leather straps covering your mountainous pectorals. I keep you bent in 2 with your legs in the air. The heat between us makes our bodies glisten with sweat. I notice your eyes looking at the ceiling. I turn my head to take a look and see the ceiling mirror and laugh. ”My darling you thought of everything” I notice your smile on your handsome face. In the mirror, I see your raised muscled legs and your dangling sandals. The rest of you is mostly hidden under me. I also noticed my broad back glistening with sweat just like my glutes which flex each time my cock penetrates you. I keep going until I hear your big breaths and your louder moans. Then I feel the first shot of your seeds hit my furry chest and then another.

When I hear your loving words for me this sets me off and moan out loudly like a wild dog and breed your hole with my cum. When you finish covering my heaving chest with your jizz, I pull my cock out and shoot the rest of my cum over your pumped chest. I drop your big legs and crash on top of you and hold you tight in my arms. I kiss your lips and rub my chest on top of yours and smother our sperm together. I hold your cheeks with my hand and stare into your eyes. “I love you just as much my sexy husband” I then slide down and bury my face over your pecs and chew on your nipples and lick the mix of our seeds over your pecs. I slide back up and kiss you with passion and share our seeds during the kiss. I rest on top of you like that until our orgasms subsides.

FREAKER

We are entwined, now forming one body, our skin gleaming with sweat, our scents filling the vast room as a single perfume. I place my hand on your head and press it against my pecs, which I make soft like cushions. Sometimes I make them flex to become hard and to excite you a little more. I see night falling. I suddenly remember the appointment the concierge informed me about. I kiss your forehead and, with regret, jump out of bed. I just have time to shower and get dressed to be in time in Venezia. I ask you to join me later. The concierge will tell you where.

THE GOLDEN BOX

FREAKER

I arrive at the shop near the Rialto. The window display is a real cabinet of curiosities where the best sits alongside the worst. But Signor Fantini is a connoisseur, and he hides exceptional pieces in the depths of his shop. If he asked me to come, it's because he must have a treasure for me. He knows my taste for esoteric objects.

A few minutes are enough for me to be relieved of a few thousand euros and to leave with a cardboard box decorated with 18th-century papers. Inside was another silver box. It was adorned on top with a golden lion's head. Signor Fantini had explained to me that this box belonged to a secret brotherhood, that of the golden lion. It had ruled Venice since its origins, and all the city's doges were under its power.

The box in my pocket, I was walking towards the Giudecca canal to take a boat cab. I felt a strange impression. The box moved with each of my steps as if to make me understand that I should not forget it. I also had the strange feeling of danger. I have always been very instinctive. My senses were awake and a feeling of being watched was slowly imposing itself. I hailed a water taxi to take me to Torcello where I had booked a table under the awning at the Locanda Cipriani. The place was charming and the cuisine delicious.

I was playing with the box, wondering what secrets it held. Suddenly, a stronger wave made the boat jump and I dropped the object which, in falling, let the silver box escape. I let out a slight cry of surprise.

 A small golden key had appeared, hidden between the two containers. It bore strange symbols. It was then that I noticed in our wake a boat with three men whose appearance didn't sit right with me.

TORCELLO LOCANDA CIPRIANI

The owner of the locanda welcomed me with a big smile, indicating the intimate table I had requested. I took a moment to observe my man. He had changed, gained confidence. He was no longer that cop obsessed with justice and the repression of crimes. I walked towards him, and I took him in my arms to kiss him brutally, pressing him against me. My hard cock crushing his. "I missed you, my love. Look what I bought," placing the lion's box on the table, never taking my eyes off the three men who had just settled at the bar, the three men from the boat that was following me.

 A boy brings us two Bellinis. The dishes follow one another (Baccalà Mantecato; "Castraure" Artichokes from Torcello, Risotto "alla Torcellana" Crema Fritta) washed down with a bottle of baldolino and Valpolicella. I keep looking at the men at the bar who seem to be waiting for us. Men of Dominique my Mexican rival?

I tell Steve the story of the box, trying to forget them. Curious about the key. At the end of the meal, I go discretely to pay the bill, putting the box back in my pocket. When I return, one of the men is sitting at the table. I see how he keeps his arm under the tablecloth, and I understand that he is holding a weapon, threatening the one I love. As I approach, he says to me, "Deviamo parlare signor Freaker."

BAD COP STEVE

I rest on top of you, listening to your heartbeat through your big pec and inhaling your man scent. The smell of sex lingers in the room. Incredible sex I should add. All of a sudden, you tell me you need to go which I’m suspicious of. A quick kiss and your off to the washroom getting showered and getting dressed. You tell me to meet you at the restaurant. The concierge will tell me where it is. Not long after you leave. I look at my messages on my phone and also look online to see if there is any development about that murder at the resort we stayed in. Looks like the investigation has gone cold. What a relief that is for me. Ok it’s my turn to take a shower. The scent of my hubby is all over me which I love. But I still need to get cleaned up and look great for our diner date. I’m sure Max picked a very nice restaurant. I get dressed up and head out. I spoke to the concierge, and he gives me the name and address of restaurant.

Since I had some time, I went to the city to look at the landmarks. I am still wondering what Max is up to. Knowing him he is up to something. I hope nothing dangerous. I stroll through the beautiful landmarks. The canals with gondolas. Piazza San Marco filled with tourists and flying pigeons. The Doge’s Palace, St-Mark’s Basilica, and walk on-to Ponte di Rialto. What a beautiful romantic city. I really like it here. There is an awesome sunset over the water way. I’m really getting an eyeful with all these old landmarks. I walk past some shops with art, Italian clothes, jewelry stores, masks, antique shops. Perhaps I can return another time and find something for Max.

I look at my watch. Time to take a taxi boat and join Torcello. I arrive to the restaurant Locanda Cipriani. I give the waiter the name the table was booked under and follow him to our able. I take a seat and take in the ambience. This is a fancy restaurant for sure. Just the smell of the food is making me hungry. Menus are put on the table just as Max arrives. I get off my seat and give him a hug and a deep kiss. We are in a rather private area so I don’t really care who is watching. I see the worried look on Max’s face and he is sweating a bit. “You ok my love?” He nods and we both take a seat at our table. You keep looking at a corner of the restaurant where 3 men are looking at us. 

“Who are they Max?” You just brush it off and tell me to enjoy the evening and the great food. I know there is something when Max acts funny like that. My attention is diverted when the drinks and food arrive. A boy brings us two Bellinis. The dishes follow one after the other (Baccalà Mantecato; "Castraure" Artichokes from Torcello, Risotto "alla Torcellana" Crema Fritta) to be washed down with a bottle of baldolino and Valpolicella. The Bellinis and wine are lovely, so are the food, I’m not too sure how to pronounce them but I dig into them and they taste great. “This is amazing food babe” I look at you and notice the worried look in your eyes “What’s wrong Max?” You just drink and eat and I do the same. I sometimes look at the 3 men who keep staring at us.

You finally mention this box with a lion on it and a secret key, but I can’t make out what it all means. You just tell me not to worry about it. You then go to pay the bill at the bar and notice the 3 men looking at you intensely and then one of the men comes over to our able and takes a seat. “Excuse me, I don’t know you and did not invite you to our table and why have you kept staring at us all evening? Who are you? What do you want from us? We are trying to enjoy a nice evening during our holiday.” My adrenaline rises. My fists are clenched on the table and go to rise but feel something hard and heavy press on my knee under the table. I know by experience, this is a gun. I raise my hands “stay cool man” I’m not sure if you understood anything I said. Max rushes over and the stranger speaks to you in Italian. I look at Max “what did he say?” I’m starting to feel nervous. A bead of cold sweat runs down my temple. I take a look at the other 2 men to see what they are up to. They are still at the bar at the moment.

FREAKER

I’m upset. These guys have ruined our evening, and now one of these assholes is sitting at my table, threatening the man I love. He speaks to me in Italian. I hesitate to answer in English because I don’t want to alarm my tender husband. -“È stato mandato da Dominique? i ask (Were you sent by Dominique?) -Quale Dominique, signor Freaker? (Which Dominique, Mr. Freaker?)” I wonder whether he is making fun of me. Steve watches me anxiously, just as furious that I am preventing him from following the conversation. Then the man, who must be approaching sixty, continues: -“Avete qualcosa che ci appartiene e vorremmo riaverlo. (You have something that belongs to us, and we would like it back.)” I shrug. The two men at the bar do not move. For the moment, this man, who looks like a Mafia boss, remains polite. I need to buy some time.

“Chi è lei, signore? (Who are you, sir?)” He does not answer. Instead, he continues, sounding slightly irritated: “Il signor Fantini ha commesso uno spiacevole errore. Questa scatola era riservata a me e voglio riaverla. (Mr. Fantini made an unfortunate mistake. That box was reserved for me, and I want it back.)” The box is in my pocket. I have removed the key, which is now attached to a chain around my neck. I glance at the two guys at the bar. They are both powerfully built, especially the bodybuilder, who looks me up and down with one hand resting on his crotch. “Mi dispiace, signore, ma mi piace troppo questa scatola per restituirgliela. (I’m sorry, sir, but I like this box far too much to give it back to you.)” With a sudden movement, I knock over the glass of wine, spilling it across my uninvited guest’s jacket.

 He stands and steps back. I grab his wrist, twist it and force him to release his weapon. He is an easy opponent. I kick the revolver away, sending it flying into the bushes. I  walk toward the exit expecting Steve to follow me. The two bodyguards are already there, forming a human barrier. I charge the heavier one and slam my fist into his face, then drive another punch into his sternum, sending him crashing through the bar stools.

The second man grabs my wrist, but he has no time to do anything else before my knee smashes into his crotch. As he folds in half, I rush to get out of the Locanda as quickly as possible holding my man by one hand. Luck is on our side: a boat is waiting outside to take us back to the hotel.

BAD COP STEVE

This old Italian man is making me nervous and try to calm him down but because of the language barrier I don’t think I’m getting through him. When Max returns to the table he surprises me when I hear him speak Italian. I have no clue what this is about and what they are saying. I just try to remain calm and barely move with the revolver poking my knee under the table. The way Max is acting I sense trouble and something will erupt. I keep an eye on the 2 men at the bar as well. I don’t dare to question Max. That can wait for later when we escape from here. I jump up when a glass of red wine goes flying on the old man’s jacket. I watch him jump to his feet which is a normal reaction. I see the revolver in his hand and so does Max. He controls the old man’s wrists and kicks the revolver out of his hand and watch it fly away. I’m ready to pounce when Max goes on the attack but Max shoves towards the exit instead. I decide I’m not going to run away or leave without my hubby or let him fight these bad men on his own.

 I notice the old man is thinking about looking for the gun while he calls over the other 2 men to attack us. I grab my wooden chair and land it on the back of the old man’s upper back and watch him crumble to the ground. 

The whole restaurant goes silent and the restaurant staff stay back. I have a feeling that they are used to this type of commotion. I stay close to Max while he is about to attack the other 2 men while wanting to protect me. I want to show to Max that I can defend myself. He makes the bigger man crash into the bar stools by the bar. I follow up quickly and grab the big man by his shirt collar and land my knee to his face and watch him drop to the floor unconscious with blood on his face.

Max then attacks the third man and lands a heavy knee to his bulge and hear him cry out. I rub my own bulge as I can feel the pain he is feeling. I quickly grab one of the bar stools and land it hard on the back of the head of the man. As he stumbles forward, I grab the man from behind by his shirt and trousers and toss him over the bar and hear him crash behind the bar and not get back up. The bar man looks at me impressed and I give him a wink back and run after Max who is running out of the restaurant. I catch up to him and see him -bark a water taxi which I find very lucky for us.

The boat leaves and hold Max’s hand tightly. I’m perspiring and breathing heavily. I look at Max “We got lucky babe. You have a lot of explaining to do when we get back to our hotel room.” All this excitement and chaos has got me excited and horny. I kiss the back of his neck and hold him tightly next to me as the boat slides over the small waves quickly.

FREAKER

This unexpected fight filled me with adrenaline. I take a cold shower. I keep the key around my neck and slip into bed. Steve is as excited as I am. This struggle, sending two burly guys to the floor, made me hard. But what excited me most was seeing my man finish off each of my opponents, preventing them from following us. My cock presses against his ass and I slide into him. I hold him against me, crushing his hairy pecs. I ride him brutally, smashing his face into the pillows.

 His stifled moans drive me crazy. I love feeling my strength and my domination. The fight and now this improvised fuck reassures me about my alpha status. The orgasm is quick. My sperm floods his ass and runs down his buttocks. 

I turn him over and savour his shattered face, his eyes rolled back in their sockets from pleasure. I kiss him and pull him onto me. His head rests on my sweaty, glistening chest. I should take another shower, but I know he likes my natural scent.

 I take the key and show it to him. "This is the answer to our problems. I bought this box because it belonged to the Brotherhood of the Golden Lion. A powerful and secret sect that dominated Venice. Mr. Fantini gave me nothing more. We will go see him tomorrow. He knows more and probably also who these individuals are who want to get it back." I suddenly notice that signs and symbols are engraved in the metal. I have no idea what it can open. It seems too small to open a room or a piece of furniture." Steve gives me his opinion and soon I fall asleep, crushing him in my arms.

THE BROTHERHOOD OF THE GOLDEN LION

In the morning we decide to have breakfast by the pool.

 I flip through a newspaper and suddenly my heartbeats accelerate. On the second page under the miscellaneous section, Mr. Fantini's photo illustrates an article: "Brutal death of a great Venetian antique dealer". The article indicates that his body was discovered late in the evening, his neck broken. That nothing was stolen, but that they are looking for one of his last clients whom a neighbour saw leaving the shop. I understand that it's me. The situation is unfortunate and I hesitate to turn myself in to the authorities.

 Suddenly someone blocks my sun. A slender and elegant man, brunette, with glasses, timidly calls out to me. "Mr. Freaker. I am a friend of Mr. Fantini. He told me to contact you if anything happened to him. I can help you. I am Mr. Rossi, curator of the Marciana Library. I know the secret of the Brotherhood of the Golden Lion."

BAD COP STEVE

 Max’s mind is working in overdrive. Many questions are going on in his head and many answers are missing. When he is like that, he is mostly silent. We barely talked in the water taxi and not many words were said until we arrived in our hotel room. We both stripped out of our clothes. Considering what just happened in the restaurant we came out of it quite unscathed. No bruises, marks, traces of blood on our bodies and our clothes showed no evidence of our recent fight either. I was happy I could help my husband and fight along his side to escape that bad situation. I also hope I proved to him that I can fight. The adrenaline was still high after the recent events, and I know full well what will happen next when the 2 of us are in this state of mind. We usually use sex to find some relief and relax.

After we both showered, our bodies still damp. Max grabbed me and roughly threw me on the bed and jumped on top of me. When he is in this mood I can’t trick him like I did earlier. I soon find myself on my stomach and for the first time while having sex my face is crushed on the pillow and I’m suffocating. My furry face is turning red quickly. I don’t panic, I heard about this type of fetish during sex. One man getting stifled when getting fucked. Which is what I am going through at the moment. I found it scary at first but when I could control it I found the experience quite exciting. Max fucks my hole roughly which isn’t a first. I know you want to prove your manhood with me and I accept that. It doesn’t take you long to reach your orgasm and flood my insides with your ball cream.

The way your cock punched my joy nut I couldn’t help myself to reach my climax and soon cover the sheets under me with my own seeds. You pull your cock out of me and flip me on top of you. I gasp loudly and work on catching my breath. You bathe my red face with kisses and hold me tight in your strong arms. I rest the side of my face over your pec and heart. I rest my legs over yours and feel our wet softening cocks slap into each other. I inhale your musk which I love as our breaths and heart beats return to normal.

You then explain the story behind the box and key inside you bought earlier at an antique shop from a Mr Fantini. You need to find out more and plan to visit Mr Fantini. You show me the key and see signs and symbols on it and ask my opinion. “I think your right to see Mr Fantini to find out more about this key and the box with a Gold Lion. This sounds like an ancient a secret group who had a lot of influence in Venice many a long time ago. These signs and symbols on the key must mean something which I can’t really put my finger on it. I don’t think it’s a key that will open a door or a box. I’m just guessing, the signs and symbols engraved might invoke a divine blessing or a spiritual authority, or some safe passage into the afterlife. Perhaps Mr Fantini can tell us more tomorrow.” You just nod and close your eyes. I snuggle up tightly and soon fall asleep.

 In the morning after we shower we head out for breakfast. I’m sipping my coffee and enjoying the warm weather and environment around us when I hear you gasp. I put my coffee cup down “What’s the matter my love?” You put the paper down and point at the picture and article in the paper. I read it quickly and see the concerned look on your face “Max you didn’t do this. This is awful news about the death of Mr Fantini. You’re not the last person in that shop. If they find you or your interrogated we will prove you have nothing to do with his murder. I’m sure those bad guys we fought yesterday are involved. Without Mr Fantini how will we find out what this box and key mean?” As if someone was listening, a shadow approaches our table. I nearly bounce up my chair when this stranger stands by our table.

 The man explains who he is, his work, his connection with Mr Fantini and why he is here and better, yet he can tell us more about the box and he key. I hold Max’s hand to comfort him. “Nice to meet you Mr Rossi, a brotherhood you said, this could explain those signs and symbols on the key? Please join us Mr Rossi and tell us more.”

FREAKER

Before Rossi starts his speech, I pull the fine chain from beneath my shirt and place the small key in Rossi’s hand.

Steve leans closer, his thigh pressing against mine, one hand resting firmly on my arm. Rossi turns the key toward the sunlight. Its surface is covered with circles, crescents, stars and intersecting lines. “These are not decorations,” he says. “They are symbols of the planets and wandering stars known in the Middle Ages. This is Saturn, here is Jupiter, and this crescent represents the Moon. The eight-pointed star is probably Venus.” “What does that have to do with the Brotherhood of the Golden Lion?” I ask. “The symbols form a precise celestial configuration,” he replies. “The Brotherhood believed that certain places on Earth were connected to the movement of the heavens. In Venice, only one building matches the pattern engraved on this key. The church of San Giorgio Maggiore.”

“You think the key opens something inside it?” “Not inside. Beneath it. A secret chamber built in the fourteenth century. They called it the Sanctuary of the Stars.” Steve’s hand moves from my arm to my wrist. “This is not an ordinary key,” Rossi continues. “The symbols may show how it must be positioned, or the exact moment when the mechanism can be activated. Used incorrectly, it might seal the entrance forever, or awaken something meant to remain hidden.” “What is inside the sanctuary?” “The Brotherhood’s greatest secret: an artefact called the Heart of the Star. It was said to amplify thoughts and desires, allowing its owner to inspire obedience, hatred or fear.” 

“You mean it could control minds?” “That is one rumour. The other concerns immortality. According to the texts, the artefact could preserve a person’s consciousness after death and transfer it into another body." Steve’s hand rises to the back of my neck with a gentle touch is gentle,. “The Brotherhood began in Constantinople,” Rossi says.

“After the city was sacked in 1204, its surviving members carried the artefact west and eventually settled in Venice. They influenced merchants, priests and rulers from the shadows.”

“And Fantini knew all this?” “He knew far more. If he was murdered because he gave you the box and the key, then someone else knows the Sanctuary exists.” Rossi returns the key to me. I fasten the chain around my neck and hide the key beneath my shirt. For the first time, its weight feels much heavier than metal. “We should go to the church,” I say. Rossi hesitates, then takes a sealed envelope from inside his jacket. “Fantini gave me this some time ago ,” he explains. “He told me to open it only if something happened to him.”

Inside was this small leather notebook. Rossi opens it to a page covered with astronomical diagrams and calculations, then points to a date and time written at the bottom. “Fantini identified the next perfect alignment of the planets.” I look at the page. “Tomorrow morning,” Rossi says quietly. “At four o’clock.”

BAD COP STEVE

 I sit there listening to M. Rossi explain what this is all about. I stay mostly quiet, holding my man’s wrist and switching with the back of his neck to comfort him and to make him realize I am here. I listen carefully while M Rossi explains about the key that Max was hiding be-hind his shirt. I scratch my head while I try to understand the conversation going on. I don’t fully grasp all this business of stars, zodiac signs. The sanctuary, The Brotherhood, the mechanism that needs to be aligned at the right time, the church of San Giorgio Maggiore. A lot of information to take in and understand. I look at Max, I can tell he is fascinated by all this. He asks the right questions and getting a lot of information and answers from M. Rossi. Based on what I heard what this heart of the star can do, it is no wonder why some bad people would want to get hold of it and use its powers for bad reasons. This is certainly a tale between good and bad.

I hold Max’s hand with mine to comfort him again. “What I don’t understand is why M. Fantini gave the box with chain and key to my husband? I also fear we are in danger.” I look at Max “Don’t worry Max, I’ll support you and fight along your side and kill these bad people with you.” I then look at both men. “If we are successful to find this Heart of Star. What will we do with it? Are we meant to keep it or to give it away to a place where it will remain safe for a long time? Fantini knew about all this and look what happened to him.” I nearly jump off my seat when Max says with conviction that he wants to go to this church. M. Rossi looks worried. So am I. “Are you sure Max. If you are so am I. You’re not doing this on your own” I squeeze his wrist and stare into his beautiful eyes.

 M. Rossi speaks up while pulling a big envelop out of his jacket. I look around to make sure no one is spying on us. M. Rossi pulls out a leather notebook that belonged to M. Fantini. On one page it explains the next alignment of the planets and when the task at the church should be done involving the scripted key. My eyes grow big “TOMORROW MORNING AT 4:00 AM WHAT? That doesn’t give us much time to prepare.” I look at Max “You want to go?” I then look at M. Rossi “Can we trust you? You won’t share this conversation be-tween the 3 of us with no one, Right?” I jump when I hear a noise coming from the garden. I’m relieved when I see a black crow fly out of a leafy tree.

SAN GIORGIO MAGGIORE

FREAKER

Since meeting Steve, I had drawn him into a life of danger. Our first encounter, our marriage and now our honeymoon had all been marked by violence. I feared that one day he might grow tired of the risks I brought into his life. When Mr Rossi left us, my husband’s looked worried. But I could feel also some excitement. He listened to every detail, visibly fascinated by the mystery unfolding around us. Now we stood before the church of San Giorgio Maggiore.

Venice was deserted and mysterious. The only sound was the gentle lapping of water against the quays and the sleeping houses. It was quarter to four, and Rossi was supposed to meet us there. He had obtained the keys to enter the building from one of his colleagues Rossi believed the Brotherhood had never truly disappeared. Its members had simply hidden themselves among banks, museums, universities and powerful European families.

Soon the engine of a boat could be heard. I pushed Steve into the shadow cast by the majestic church on the ground. The engine was cut a few meters from the dock. Suddenly a man dressed in black jumped onto the edge. My fists were clenched, my muscles were trembling at the thought of the fight. Steve was breathing his breath on my neck and I felt his hard cock press against my ass. He too was excited at the thought of fighting. I noted this with relief. Then a familiar voice rose softly. It was Rossi who was indeed dressed as a burglar but didn't have the discretion to go unnoticed. He explained that he had asked his best friend to bring him here, to look for us in an hour and to warn the police if he had no more news from us. He walked to the side of the church. My senses were on alert. But the night was dark and silent; Steve had placed a hand on my shoulder. His grip was hard, sinking into my flesh. But I liked his protective attitude and I strangely wanted to fuck him here on the dock floor.

BAD COP STEVE

The alarm went off at 3:00 am. We had to be up early if we achieve our task which was set for 4:00am. I groggily wake up and see Max standing by the window looking pensive. I get out of bed with my boner swinging in front of me. Wouldn’t you have a boner if you were sleeping with my hunk of a husband? I know I do every morning. I can tell he is worried of putting me in danger. I’m getting used to it. This is my new life and would not have it any other way. I give him a soft kiss behind his neck and hug him tight in my arms. My cock slapping his pale firm ass cheeks. “Don’t worry about me babe. I can defend myself. Together we are a force to kill and can defeat any bad guy.” I say quietly in his ear. A quick splash of cold water on my face. We get dressed in black, so we don’t stick out in the dark of night before the sun rose.

We walk through the quiet street. Venice looks amazing with all the streetlights and looks so peaceful at this time of day before the locals and tourists buzz around this beautiful city. We stand near the gate entrance of the church and wait for M Rossi. I hope he won’t let us down or worse trick us. Max hears a noise from the nearby canal and shoves me into the darkness of the entrance and follows me. I am well hidden behind his muscled frame. My hard cock rubs his firm ass as I hold firmly his trap muscle which will probably leave a mark on him. We are anxious and feel a bead of sweat run down my tensed temple. We sigh in relief when we see M. Rossi. I whisper in Max’s ear “I love you babe. Let’s do this task and face the danger that comes with it. We will be victorious” He turns his head to look at me and smiles and see the relief in his eyes. I will protect my man no matter what and ready to lose my life for him.

M. Rossi approaches us dressed in black like a burglar just like us. We walk quietly to-wards him to the side of the church. He is happy to see us. The man who brought him here is a friend and he can be trusted. “I’m glad to hear that M. Rossi. Ok so what’s the plan?” I look at my watch. “We don’t have much time if we want this to work. It’s 3:43am now. I gasp when I hear a shrieking noise. I sigh in relief when I see a black run after another cat. Must be mating season. I know the feeling. Even if I’m feeling stressed, I’m also pumped up and horny as hell.

FREAKER

The sound of the key turning in the lock seemed as loud as the crack of lightning in the night; With my ears on alert, I remained vigilant. My instinct warned me of danger. I didn't know which, nor where, nor when. Rossi unlocked the narrow side door beside the basilica. We entered through the sacristy and followed a dark passage running behind the choir. At the end of the corridor, hidden beneath the wooden stalls, a golden lion had been carved into a slab of black marble. A circle of stars surrounded its head. I took the key from beneath my shirt. Its symbols matched the carvings perfectly. At exactly 4 am, when I inserted it and turned it according to Fantini's instructions, something moved beneath our feet. The marble slab slowly slid aside, revealing a staircase descending into darkness.

The Sanctuary of the Stars lay beneath the choir, buried between the foundations of the basilica and the ancient Benedictine monastery. I had brought two flashlights for us to light our way.

At the bottom of the long staircase, in the depths, of the Laguna, a circular chamber, the walls covered in frescoes depicting constellations and astronomical symbols, was dimly lit. In the center, on a marble pedestal, rested a crystal sphere, about thirty centimeters in diameter, enveloped in a faint, trembling light. We stood there for several minutes, speechless and silent. The artifact really did exist.

For some unknown reason, no one had had access to this place for decades. The dust, the cobwebs proved it. Fantini's notebook included passages indicating the conflict that had arisen within the brotherhood. Some wanted to destroy the heart, others to use it as a tool of domination. The tension was particularly high under the Duce's regime. Mussolini dreamed of possessing the artifact. Several members of the brotherhood had been assassinated. The artifact remained unfound, despite the searches in the basilica. Rossi approached cautiously, murmuring "The Heart of the Star." I held back Steve who was about to join him. I didn't want to take any risks, knowing the power of the artifact. "Rossi said it could influence minds. I wonder..."

My words stopped abruptly. Suddenly, the crystal had just lit up with a bright light, projecting images onto the walls of the chamber: scenes of ancient battles, of kings and queens influencing their subjects, of crowds blindly obeying charismatic leaders. Rossi, as if hypnotized, suddenly exclaimed, "It's incredible. So it's true. It could... it could control people?" "Exactly," a voice answered from behind us. A man in a dark suit stood in the doorway, flanked by four bodyguards. I had no trouble recognizing the figures who had threatened us at the Locanda Cipriani. "It's time we were properly acquainted, Mr. Freaker. I am Alessandro Contarino," said the man with a cold smile. "Direct reincarnation of Leo the Blind, founder of the Brotherhood. And you, gentlemen, have found what rightfully belongs to me."

BAD COP STEVE

I can hear my heart beat in my own ears as the situation gets tense. I’m unsure what this is all about but it sounds fascinating the way Max and M. Rossi talk about it. I walk closely behind my man and admire his butt as a distraction as we walk inside the church. My eyes look around for any danger that might be lurking. We keep walking until we come across the golden lion. Max takes his key out. I stare at the key and the carvings and notice how they match. Max carefully turned the key and felt the ground grumbling under our feet. We took a step back as the slabs of marble slid and a staircase appeared. Max did not hesitate and I followed him closely. M. Rossi walked behind me. Max hands me a flashlight and go exploring in this very dimly lit area.

As we reached the bottom of the stairs we were hit by a damp cavernous earthy scent, we must be many feet below the basilica. I had to brush off the cobwebs along the way and kept the light forward to see where we were going. We had entered, a circular chamber, there were frescoes on the walls with constellations and astronomical symbols. We pointed our flashlights at the centre of this nearly dark place which gave me the creeps. I heard Max and M. Ross gasp when the light depicted in the centre, a marble pedestal, with a crystal sphere, about thirty centimetres in diameter, enveloped in a faint, trembling light. All our eyes were fixed on the crystal sphere.

My eyes grew big and it made feel a bit uneasy as the light coming from it was like a magnet and I couldn’t keep my eyes off it. “Max I feel weird” You had to shake me and explained what I was feeling and could see M. Rossi feeling the same way as I did. I heard him say it was ‘the heart of the star’ Max held me back as we listened to M. Rossi what this heart of the star could do to people’s minds. Could it be what I felt seconds ago?

We all gasped when the crystal lit up with a bright light, projecting images onto the walls of the chamber. “WOW” I said. I looked at the different images on the walls, it was just like watching a movie with images of a far past. M. Rossi was mesmerized and exclaimed that it was true what the power of this crystal could do to people. I looked at Max with my mouth open at what was unveiling in front of our eyes. We were suddenly taken back when we heard a voice from behind us. We were probably so focused on the images projected in front of our eyes that we didn’t pay attention to what was lurking behind us. The three of us turned around and saw this man with multiple body guards. He explained who he was, that he had been searching for this heart of the star and claimed it belonged to him as he was a reincarnation of the founder of this ancient Brotherhood. I can sense trouble. As we looked at the man speaking we quickly recognized him. He was the man spoiled our evening at the restaurant the other night.

 I boldly march up to him. “What proof do you have behind your claim?” I looked beside me and can see Max balling up his fists. He sensed danger like I did. “You don’t look like right people who should own this special item. It should belong to good people who will treasure and protect it so it is not be used for evil purposes. I suggest you leave or we will have a reprise of what happened to you at the restaurant. “I boldly say full of confidence without feeling any fear. I am even surprising myself and think I might be surprising Max as well. Perhaps this heart of the star is influencing my mind to act to be its protector.

FREAKER

 When I see Steve walk straight up to our opponents and speak to them with confidence and defiance, my feelings are mixed. I'm afraid for him while also being proud of him. He knows I don't like it when he puts himself in danger or takes uncontrolled initiative. I step forward in turn and grab my beloved by the shoulder to pull him behind me. I see his furious look. I smile at him. I think that the star must already be influencing our actions. I see Rossi, motionless, staring at the artifact again, indifferent to our conversation. He suddenly reminds me of Gollum and his precious. I'm no longer sure he's on our side. I speak up trying to appear as impressive and brave as possible, but the artifact keeps bringing me back to Steve, to the dangers he's running because of me. I shout my sentence to eliminate the voices I hear in my head; "THE BROTHERHOOD WAS DISSOLVED," positioning myself so that the path to the star is blocked.

 "Temporarily," replies the reincarnation of the blind Leon. "But I will restore it. Imagine... a world without conflicts, without disagreements. Only order, peace, under my enlightened guidance." "You mean a world of slaves." Signor Contarino smiles. "Sheep are happier when they follow a shepherd. And I will be their shepherd." He accompanies his words with a gesture of his hand. The guards advance. There were the two guys from the bar and the bodybuilder was clearly after me.

Steve had stepped forward to my side. The second guy from the bar was staring at him with a cruel smile. We were outnumbered. But I felt that the artifact demanded that I destroy them. It filled me with a mad rage and absolute confidence. I was still worried about Steve, especially when I saw him throw himself at the athletic bodyguard. Two powerful arms lifted me off the ground and crushed my waist, broke my kidneys. My inattention had trapped me, but I knew the artifact was for me, and no one would prevent me from possessing it.

BAD COP STEVE

Clearly my words didn’t have the effect I wanted. M. Contarino just smiled back at me and the 3 men who must be his henchmen, marched towards me. I clenched my fists and getting ready to fight, when a hand grabbed my shoulder and pushed me back. It was Max and glared at him. I looked upset. I think he did it to protect me. But I don’t like it in front of others as they may see me as the weak link. I look to see what M. Rossi is doing. He looks hypnotized by the crystal artifact and too far gone to give us a hand or to convince these bad guys to go away. I stand next to Max who looks ready for a fight. I hear him gasp loudly and wonder if this artifact is going through his mind as well? I jump when Max shouts loudly “THE BROTHERHOOD WAS DISSOLVED” I look at him puzzled.

Words are then exchanged between Max and Signor Contarino. I echo what Max must be thinking. “Men are not sheep and you will not be anyone’s shepherd.” I say out loud just as he signals for his henchmen to attack us. 2 of the same men at the restaurant are looking at me and the other body builder fixes his eyes on Max and attacks him. He crushes him in a nasty frontal bearhug. I hear Max moan out in pain which sets me off. No one hurts my love and gets away with it. 2 men comes over my way. I take a quick look at Max. I see the hurt written on his face, but I can read in his eyes the determination to accomplish this task which is to possess this artifact no matter what for the good and prevent the bad from winning. I feel the same way. Is it coming from us or is there a force that entered our mind that is guiding us?

 I need to defend myself and my partner for life. The 2 men come after me and grab each of my arms by my wrists. My black shirt rips open and the buttons fly in the air. I roar out and flex my biceps and pump myself up like never before and pull both men and make them crash face to face and make them release me. I then jump on the bodybuilder’s back and wrap my 2 arms around his neck and head. My forearm covers his eyes to blind him.

I force him to release Max. The bodybuilder walks around trying to throw me off his back but I attached my legs around his waist and squeeze to stop him. I wink at Max and throw my head back to point at the 2 other men to make Max look at them to see what they are up to.

FREAKER

There's something strange in the air, an almost electric tension that runs through my body. The man crushing me in his arms is strong, very strong. Is it the artifact giving him this power, or have I truly found a superior opponent? He reeks of sweat and his breath reeks of fried fish and grappa. Beside me, I hear Steve's struggle against the other two guards. I can't see anything and I'm worried. I grimace in pain, feeling like I'm in another world, unable to react. And yet, just one good headbutt or...; And suddenly I feel the embrace weaken and Steve is clinging to the guy's back, his arms wrapped around his neck and blocking his vision. I've never seen him so combative, so confident, so powerful. With his shirt torn, his pecs exposed, he turns me on and I feel my cock harden under my pants.

I have a feeling the artifact is testing us, playing with us. Maybe it's choosing its future master. Rossi remains frozen in admiration. The descendant of the Blind One waits patiently for the outcome of the fight, clearly convinced he will win. As for me, I finally come to my senses, following Steve's direction; the two guys have recovered. I shake myself, making my muscles ripple under my clothes. This feeling suddenly makes me confident. I'm a war machine. I always have been. And now it's time for the star to understand that too. The first one, a redhead with a freckled face, throws a punch at me. I stop it with one hand. I crush his fingers and slowly pull him to the ground. When his face is level with my knee, I deliver a brutal blow to his face. I hear cartilage breaking. And his scream is a hymn to pain. He falls to his knees. I give him another knee to his Adam's apple. He chokes. He rolls on the ground when I let him go, unconscious, his face bloody.

His colleague, a young Sicilian type, black hair, hazel eyes, athletic and probably a good fuck, hesitates. He glances at Contarino and suddenly the worry that was holding him back disappears. He rushes at me and I see a blade gleam in his hand. I only have time to jump to the side. But a pain burns in my side. The blade grazed me, cutting my skin. A dark stain spreads on my t-shirt. I take off my sweatshirt and go bare-chested.

 I notice the young boy's admiring gaze. My skin glistens with sweat, and my muscles are like those of a stallion before a fight. I have to finish this, especially to help Steve who is clinging to the bodybuilder like coral to its rock. The young man is on me again, but he doesn't have time to strike, my foot enters his crotch, crushing his balls and dick. He drops his weapon, bent double from lack of air. He gasps like a seal. I grab him by the throat and lift him. I slam him against the wall and squeeze with one hand, with all my strength. His legs flail, his arms flail, his eyes convulse. Saliva drips from his lips. I could kill him with one blow, but I pity him. He is too young and too handsome to die here. His body is nothing more than a rag doll. I throw him onto his friend's body.

Now I have to save Steve who seems to be doing fine though. I take a step towards him when I hear Contarino's voice next to the crystal. His eyes shine with anticipation. Rossi blocks his way, his eye black and evil. A gunshot...; Rossi collapses in a pool of blood, wounded just under the heart. In a murmur, Contarino, indifferent to his act, adds "Soon, everyone will obey me."

 Suddenly Contarino turned, the pistol threatening us in one hand, the crystal clutched to his chest. "Gentlemen, the game is over. I will test the heart of the star on you now. And you will serve me..."

BAD COP STEVE

I now have this big brute bodybuilder in my grips. Max looks ok, he will probably feel his ribs ache later. I nod for him to check on those 2 other bad guys I banged together. My legs are firmly wrapped around this brute’s waist. I have one arm around his neck and pressing my bicep on his Adam apple while my other arm is wrapped around his head and face. My forearm covers his eyes to blind him. He grabs my legs to throw me off his back, but I hang on like I’m riding a wild bull. I choke him as hard as I can but he still fights back. I decide to go mean like Max and our friends back at the resort. I bring both my hands on his face and dig my dirty thumbs in both eyes as hard as I can until I hear him cry out and feel him tremble. My thumbs are covered in blood and blinded him. I quickly jump off his back and brush my hard bulge on his fuckable muscled ass. I then grab him by the back of his neck while he is still disoriented and shove him hard forward and bang his skull on the hard stone wall, at least 3 times and watch him drop like a big sack of potatoes. He is left unconscious with blood on his face and head.

I look to see what Max is up to. He has left one man on the ground unconscious and is now fighting this other man with a blade. “Watch out Max” I fear for him when the blade rushes forward. The blade lands on Max’s side and sliced through his t-shirt. I see the spot where the blade landed has turned Max’s top turned dark probably from blood. He removed his top and stands there like a roman chiselled statue. What a great physique my love has. My boner jumps. I notice the blood coming from his cut side near his ribs. When wounded Max fights even harder. I keep my eyes on but I’m sure Max can handle himself. I grab my balls out of instinct when Max landed his foot on the man’s balls. He then grabs the henchman by his throat and lifts him off his feet like he weighed nothing. He slams him against the stone wall while choking him. The man coughs and chokes and is then thrown on top of the other man and both end up unconscious. I’m surprised Max has not killed both. What has happened to Max’s killer instinct I wonder?

 I take a step to Max’s side to check on his wound. We hear Contarino’s voice and look at him go towards the crystal; M. Rossi tries to stop him. We jump when we hear a gun shot and watch M. Rossi drop to the ground. “Oh fuck, is he dead?” I shout. Contarino just shot him and he doesn’t have a care in the world. All he is concerned about is the crystal from the heart of the star. He murmurs to himself that everyone will obey him. “Like hell we will” I shout back. He then points the gun at us. He then claims he will test the heart of the star on us to make us serve him. I shake my head and look at Max “We need to think of something and fast.” Max raises his powerful arms in the air like he is surrendering while he tries to reason with Contarino. I walk near a stone wall and quietly pick up a small but heavy stone tablet and throw it at Contarino’s hand holding the pistol.

FREAKER

Once again, you take the initiative. I feel my blood boil. You're putting yourself in unnecessary danger. Contarino is armed, and on top of that, he's holding the crystal whose power and effects we don't know. Your throw succeeds, and the man drops his weapon, but a shot goes off. I hear your cry. I turn around; you're hit in the shoulder. Nothing too serious, but my guilt overwhelms me. I'm putting your life in danger again. So does the anger. I had promised myself I wouldn't kill anyone during our honeymoon, but this madman will pay with his life. I rush at Contarino, who points the artifact at me as if to make a barrier. I scream "YOU DON'T TOUCH MY HUSBAND" my hands tightening around the unfortunate man's neck, the crystal crushed against our chests. Contarino's gaze dulls, his eyes roll back, he starts to run out of air. I feel his Adam's apple crush under my powerful fingers.

But I also hear him mumbling in an unknown language. I feel an intense heat on my pecs, which soon turns into a burning sensation. The crystal is glowing more brightly. The wave of energy emanating from it hits me right in the heart.

I fall to my knees, bent in two, screaming in pain. Images flash through my mind, memories of blood, death, betrayal. I push them away by screaming "No..." my hands pressing against my head. Contarino takes the opportunity to recover his senses. "Poor fools. Now, you will see what true power can accomplish."

BAD  COP STEVE

My latest action might be called foolish but I didn’t want to just stand there waiting to be shot by this mad man. Max might not approve but I felt I needed to do something. I threw the stone tablet and watch the pistol fly out of Contarino’s hand, but what is worrying is the pistol went off and now fear where the bullet is going. I would hate myself if the bullet touched my husband. I cry out in pain and drop to one knee. I look where the pain is coming from. My shoulder was grazed, some blood on my shoulder but I’m lucky it’s not life threatening.

 This sets off Max’s protective side. He hates it when anyone tries to harm me. He made it clear when he shouted to Contarino, “You don’t touch my husband” He holds Contarino by his neck and is choking him. I think this time he will kill him. I think I know why Max did not kill the other men. I vaguely remember him telling me, that there would be no killing done during our honeymoon after what happened during our wedding plans. But this asshole deserves to die “Kill him Max” I shout while I press my hand on my wound. Something is happening, Max is shaking and groaning low. He is pressed against that crystal that Contarino is still holding against his chest. Surely Max could kill this man easily but I’m shocked when I see Max drop to his knees bent in two holding himself in pain. “MAXXX what’s wrong?” I quickly rush over and put my arms over his shoulders and shout at Con-tarino “What did you do to my husband?” Contarino just smiles and steps away nursing his throat and coughing a little. My eyes then grow big when he cries out ‘what true power can accomplish “What are you talking about asshole?” I help Max up and whisper in his ear “I love you” which will comfort him and he will be happy to hear my voice after I received a bullet. “What are we going to do?” I whisper next.

Max doesn’t look like he can fight, so I better step up before this mad man does anything stupid with that artefact. Contarino walks towards the pistol on the ground. I quickly move in and kick the pistol away. I then run behind Contarino before he points the crystal at me. I shove him face first on top of the marble pedestal, where the artefact was. He drops to one knee dazed and is about to let drop the crystal heart of the star to the ground which might break into many pieces if it does. I roll fast and catch it before it lands on the ground. I roll to my knees and hold the artefact with both hands and point it at the bad man who is about to get back up “Heh Contarino look what I got”

He glares back at me, and sticks is hand out to grab it out of my hand but a big light bursts out of the crystal and is aimed at Contarino. My hands are shaking and my biceps are bulging as an immense force is coming out of the crystal and can barely keep my hands on it. I then watch flames appear on Contarino. “Holy shit, are you seeing this Max?”

FREAKER

I'm struggling to recover. The crystal sent a real jolt through me, and I'm surprised to be alive. I grip the wall to pull myself up. My legs are shaking, and a river of sweat flows down my face and torso. Then I watch helplessly as my love does another crazy thing. I don't think I'd survive if anything happened to him. I'd feel terribly guilty for dragging him into my criminal life. But he can handle himself, and I have to get used to his independence, to try and abandon my protector role.

He threw himself at Contarino, brutally smashing the man’s face onto the pedestal. I'm not worried about Contarino; he's an old man who's probably never fought, leaving that to his bodyguards. But the crystal seems to have a will of its own, determined to decide who it belongs to. And by showing me my past crimes so violently, it's clear I'm not the one. My heart tightens when I see Contarino drop the crystal, but you, despite your wound, catch it with agility. You taunt the poor man, who seems completely out of his mind. I wonder if he's immortal, but suddenly a light even brighter than the one that hit me erupts and envelops him. I hear his screams, and soon, nothing is left of him. He vanished as if dragged into a hell of fire and flame.

I rush to you, pull you into my arms, but before I carefully place the Heart of the Star back on its pedestal. My tongue dives into your mouth, and my hand caresses your groin. I cover you with my sweat and the smell that comes with it. I hear you moan, but I know it's from your wound. "My man. The crystal seems to have chosen you. You'll take care of it from now on. Let's get out of here, fast." I wrapped the crystal in my T-shirt and handed it to you so you could carry it upstairs. Then  I throw Rossi, who is still breathing and groaning, over my shoulder. I quickly climb the steps and leave him at the foot of the lion. Then I go back down and return, carrying up the young Sicilian. I turn the key in the lock, and the mechanism starts moving. The entrance disappears beneath the marble floor. You look at me, surprised. "He deserves to live. He's so young. I'll take him into my crew. The others are lost forever; their souls are black. The crystal has decided their fate. It's as if it's ordering me to imprison them forever. We need to get you to a hospital, to see a doctor."

We left the church the same way. Dawn was breaking over the lagoon. The first large cruise ships were gliding through the Giudecca Canal.

I left the sicilian on the church"s stairs. He will probably find me alone if needed. A man was waving frantically at us from a speedboat. "I'm Marco, Rossi's friend. My god... He's alive...?" He sped towards the Ospedale SS. Giovanni e Paolo Pronto Soccorso where you would both be safe. On the way, I asked Marco to drop me at our hotel. The crystal was enveloped in my t6shirt. I tried to avoid the hotel staff. I was dirty and smelly. I quickly showered. I had to be presentable for the police, whom the hospital had notified. On the way back to you, I was trying to come up with a credible story, relieved that your injury was minor and that soon you could come home with me.

BAD COP STEVE

My foolish bravery seems to have worked and saved us. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw Contarino burst into flames and end up as a pile of ash. The stench hit my nose. The crystal went back to normal. Holding the artefact took some of my strength and with my grazed shoulder from the bullet this was wearing me out. I just managed to stay on my 2 feet. Max quickly came over to me to check on me. He gave me a warm embrace, and we kissed with passion which felt good and felt my boner tenting my trousers pressing against his. He grabbed the crystal and set it down on the pedestal where we found it earlier. Max was incredible when he managed to rescue M. Rossi and brought him to safety. He even saved the hot Latino which I questioned since he nearly killed Max. My husband thought he was too young to die. I didn’t expect that from Max. He wanted him to be part of his crew and I didn’t object. I managed to walk up the steps to safety, the marble floor shut after we escaped. 2 henchmen were left behind to die with Contarino’s ashes.

We made it out of the church and left the hot Latino by the church steps and brought M. Rossi with us. Max told me I needed medical help too. Max’s cut had stopped bleeding but it will leave a scar for a while. Dawn was breaking when we were finally outside. Cruise ships were already sailing and saw many water taxis carrying workers and tourists to different destinations. I took a look at the church behind us and felt relieved that me and Max were still alive. Max is carrying the crystal in his t-shirt. At a distance someone is waving at us. It turns out its Marco, Rossi’s friend who had brought him here. He is happy to see all of us alive. Max tells him that Rossi needs to be brought to hospital and me as well. Max wants to be dropped by the hotel and off we went through the small waves of the canals. I kissed Max before he left the small boat. I told him to meet me at the hospital.

Marco brought us to the hospital, and we were quickly cared for. M. Rossi was brought to the emergency ward to receive some urgent surgery. A hot looking tanned Italian doctor took care of my wound. He sterilized and cleaned it properly. After some x rays, I was relieved no bullet pieces were lodged in my shoulder. I took some pain medication, and a clean bandage was put on my wound. The hot doctor waved me goodbye. I hope he didn’t notice my tent in my dirty trousers. I waited for Max in the trauma centre unit. Marco did come check on me and told me Rossi was well looked after and he will survive. I was happy to hear that and will pass on the message to Max when I see him. I can’t believe I’m finding myself in a hospital again just like at the resort where our wedding took place. The drama that unfolded at the church is still going through my brain. A policeman came over to question me about what happened at the church, I told him vaguely what I knew and he wrote it down. Just then Max showed up and I kissed him. He handed me a clean t-shirt. He was also questioned by police. It wouldn’t be long now before I was discharged from the hospital and by then Max’s interrogation would be over as well.

FREAKER

When I arrived at the hospital, the police had already questioned Steve. Signor Rossi was still in surgery. I'd been interrogated by many police forces around the world; it was during an investigation against me that I met and seduced my husband. Commissioner Brunetti had the calm of a self-assured man. He seemed constantly lost in his own thoughts, giving him a dreamy look that actually hid his tenacity and extraordinary instinct.

"Signor Freaker, I presume," he said. I put on a worried expression. "Commissioner, I need to see my husband." "Don't worry, he's fine, perhaps a bit incoherent, but that's probably from the painkillers he received." I understood I wouldn't escape this interrogation and wouldn't be allowed to see Steve until I gave my version of events. I

 I quickly told him, without going into details, that Signor Rossi had offered us a private tour of the basilica at dawn before the tourists arrived. We'd been there less than fifteen minutes when a group of men verbally assaulted us, then threatened us with a weapon. Several shots wounded my husband and Signor Rossi. We managed to get rid of our attackers, found a boat, and came here. Commissioner Brunetti listened with attention, a smile on his lips. "Your honeymoon is quite eventful, Signor Freaker. Wherever you go, there are deaths or injuries." I tried to remain indifferent, hoping he wouldn't connect me to Fantini's death. "It seems you already had a little run-in at Locanda Cipriani with a Signor Contarino," he said. I replied that this gentleman had sat at my table without bothering to introduce himself. "Then there was the murder of Signor Fantini, and you were his last client." Calmly, I defended myself, saying that Signor Fantini regularly sold me curiosities. "That's right, we found your name in his books on several different dates. We also found Contarino's name, and it seems you were in competition for the same object."

I maintained that I didn't know this Contarino. Brunetti's smile became even more pronounced. "But you probably know someone named Dominique." My heart pounded. What was my enemy doing in this affair? He had ruined my wedding and was now destroying my honeymoon. I remained silent. "We found this envelope in Fantini's belongings. It's a letter from Dominique, that Mexican gang leader, to Fantini, offering him a small fortune for a key. He also indicates that Contarino will contact him for details." I denied everything, saying I had bought an old box, that I didn't know this Contarino and had no connection to a Mexican cartel. Brunetti's smile hardened. "Rest assured. We know you didn't kill Signor Fantini. A neighbor stopped by to bring him some polenta just after you left. As she was leaving, she crossed paths with a group of men. We think it was Contarino and his henchmen."

 A weight lifted from my chest. He had nothing concrete against me, just that altercation at the restaurant. My connections to Dominique were impossible to prove. As for my story, I'd ask Rossi to tell the same version and add that the men were looking for a key, thinking his friendship with Fantini had put him in the know, but he knew nothing about it. The commissioner asked me not to leave Venice for the moment. I agreed, fully intending to leave as soon as my love had recovered. When I returned to his room, he was in bed, smiling. Apparently, hospital beds had become an essential element of our love. We kissed and i dreamed to take him here on the bed. But i had to act quickly now.

I told him everything about my interrogation and announced my decision to leave the city and go back to our island. And above all, I told him that I was determined to destroy Dominique and that this would be my next fight. I added that I would lead it alone.

BAD COP STEVE

The pain killers were making me a bit dizzy and sleepy, but they would wear off soon. I looked at my bandage. The doctor did a good job on me. I rested on the bed on my back with my arms crossed behind my head and looking at the big clock every 15 minutes or so. I finally heard Max’s voice, but he got intercepted by Commissioner Brunetti. I couldn’t really hear the exchange, but it sounded heated at times. I hope Max keeps his cool. After about 30 minutes I heard the Commissioner tell Max that we need to stay in Venice. Oh no, we are stuck here I tell myself. I then heard footsteps and then saw my husband’s face. I sat up “It’s about time” I winked and laughed. I gave him a tight hug and kiss.

“I’m kidding” I run my hands on his chiselled jaw “I’m so glad to see you. Have you recovered from that knife wound?” You show me the small bandage under your t-shirt. “You are all cleaned up and smell nice. I need a good shower soon.” “So tell me how the interrogation went. What about the ….” You put a hand over my mouth and explain what you said to the Commissioner, I nod. You point at the bag you brought with you which has some clothes for me and the artefact. You hand me a clean t-shirt and I put it on. You confirm about us being requested to stay in Venice until investigation is over. I see it in your eyes as you quietly shake your head. I say muffled “I don’t think we will be staying for much longer.” You nod and smile, a smile that makes my heart melt. You quietly tell me you have a bag ready for us and spoke to Marco to transport us to the airport where a private jet is waiting for us, destination back to the island. But what is worrying, you have your mind set to destroy Dominique and you want to do it alone. I shake my head and quietly say after removing your hand from my mouth “no way Max, we fight together from now on” You can tell by my reaction that it is non- negotiable. You know how I stick to my guns when I make a decision.

You guide me to a staff elevator while no one sees us. We step inside the elevator and head to the basement. We look for signs that will lead to the exit. After some tense minutes we make it outdoors where food deliveries arrive. We rush over until we see the canal. We stand by a pier and see Marco arrive waving at us. We step inside his boat and sail quickly to the airport.

 I look behind me.  No police has spotted us. I take one last look at the beautiful city of Venice and wave “Ciao Venezia” and smile at Max while I hold his hand. We make it to the airport where a crew waves at us. I shake Marco’s hand “Grazie Marco for everything. Stay safe and send our regards to M. Rossi”. Me and Max run off and step inside the jet. I give him a tight hug before we fly to our next destination. I look at him “Well that was certainly an eventful honeymoon. It seems where ever we go I make a visit to the hospital. Haha” We both laugh. Once we are in the air we can move around the jet. I strip out of my clothes. “I need a shower and when I come out, I think you know what I want” I wink and point to the bed

FREAKER

We reach the airport without any trouble, the artifact in the bag, well-wrapped in hotel bath towels. A phone call, and all the formalities were rushed through, take-off clearance granted, customs inspection cancelled. This hasty departure is costing me a small fortune in bribes and lawyer fees. I'm keeping Steve out of these problems. The less he knows about my business, the less danger he's in. I slip a thick envelope to Marco and a package for Signor Rossi containing the brotherhood's box with the key. I don't need it anymore, and he'll know how to preserve it for the city's history.

The plane takes off. I've never faced the supernatural before. But this story has turned me upside down, and I now possess an artifact that could give me incredible power. Thankfully, it chose my husband, because I'm not sure I would have resisted the urge to use it, especially to subdue Dominique. The plane takes off as planned Steve is in the shower. I ask the steward to prepare the bedroom and set up the partition that makes the room private. I tell him we won't need him for a few hours. The flight will be long until my island, but right now, I only have one desire. I ask him to bring me a bottle of Ruinart Blanc de Blancs. My favourite. I undress.

I can still smell a bit of sweat, but Steve likes that. I fill two glasses. When he appears naked, with a few drops of water running down his massive, hairy chest, my cock greets him as it should. His is also at attention.

I approach him. He smells of mint. That cheap shower gel he refuses to give up. I hand him a glass and toast to us, while placing my hand on his chest and my mouth on his champagne-flavoured lips.

I set down my glass and push him onto the wide bed. His glass of champagne spills on his torso. I lean in and my tongue runs over that fragrant skin to lick the liquid. I linger on his abs, his nipples. I kiss his wounded shoulder several times, tenderly. He moans, but he's the one who will lead the dance tonight. He deserves for me to be the submissive one this evening.

BAD COP STEVE

My mind is remembering what we just been through and feel lucky that both me and Max are alive. On this jet we are safe. This will be a long journey. Max didn’t protest much when I told him I would be fighting Dominique alongside of him. I’m happy we are alive, but up-set Max put me in danger again. Luckily that Artefact works well for me and I think it adopted me. I will have to remind Max about that. Overall, I did enjoy Venice and our honeymoon minus the fact about what happened at the church. I think Max will feel bad and I can perhaps exploit that, nothing too harsh since I love the man to death. I finish lathering up my furry naked body with my favourite shower gel, rinse myself off. Towelled myself quickly but still dripping wet. I leave the bathroom steamed up and march over to our bedroom where Max is waiting for me with some cold champagne. He sits there smiling, fully naked with his cock pointed in my direction. I drop my towel and point my cock at him. He licks his lips when he sees me.

He hands me a glass “Cheers babe, this will be a honeymoon I won’t forget anytime soon” I give him a warm smile. He smiles back and see the guilt written on his face. “At least the artefact is in our possession.” I kiss his lips before we both clink our glasses together. “Cheers babe, here is to our eventful honeymoon” I manage a couple of sips before you push me down on the king size bed and spill what’s left on my furry chest and laugh. I quickly moan when your tongue slides all over my abs and chest as you lick off the champagne off my body

 As much as I like the attention especially when you suck on my sensitive nipples. I want to take charge tonight. I bring my legs up and scissor your waist tightly. “I think I deserve to be in charge tonight babe” You nod. I sit up as I bring you to your knees and kiss your lips and suck on your tongue, getting a good taste of the champagne. I flex my guns “You know what to do” I say in a demanding tone and you don’t hesitate to worship my biceps. I moan throughout and feel my cock go super hard. When I’m satisfied, my 2 hands grab your 2 pecs in a vicious claw and toss you on your back and dig my nails and fingers in your pec muscles which is bound to leave a mark. I sit on your abs and drop your pecs and grab hold of your throat to choke you until you nearly pass out “Who’s in charge Max? Who is the man you love? Who is your beloved fighting partner and equal? You choke out my name as loud as you can which excites me. “STEVE…….STEVE…..STEVE” You keep repeating which makes my cock leak.

I quickly roll off you and look in the drawer where I left some toys I bought at the island. I pull them out and wrap a chain around your neck and tie it to the headboard of the bed behind you. I then attach some battery vibrating nipple clamps on your tits because I know how much you like to have your nipples tortured. Your face goes red from being choked when you move your head too much and from pleasure when the clamps work your nipples. I move behind me and grab the bottle of champagne and take a swig in my mouth and come over to you and pour it in your mouth so we can drink it together as I chew on your lips and tongue. The 2 of us moaning in heat and lust. I grab the bottle and pour it in your mouth and over your face and lick it off and drink it out of your mouth. “You like this babe” You have a big smile on your face and nod.

I smile back at you. “Now for the best part my love” I grab your tree trunk legs and lift them up in the air and rest them over my shoulders being careful with my injured shoulder. I pour some champagne over your cock and balls and lick it off and taste the saltiness of your precum. I pour some champagne over your hole and my cock and plunge my dick all the way in and fuck you hard. “Who is your man? Who is the man you would die for? Who is your equal? Beg me to fuck you hard” I ask as I fuck your hole and joy nut as hard as I can. I’m not hurting you, I just want to prove my manhood to you. I’m do-ing all of this because I love you so much. “Tell me my love, I LOVE YOU MAX FREAKER!” I have tears in my eyes as I fuck you harder and faster and land heavy punches to the side of your pecs “Tell me Max”

FREAKER

I don’t know if it is the Artefact that gives you so much confidence, or if it is because of everything you have suffered because of me. I am overwhelmed with pleasure. You know everything that turns me on. But it is mostly this mix of brutality and pleasure that pushes me to the limit of what I can take.

My nipples are hard and long under the attack of the clamps. I feel my cock getting harder and my head leaking fragrant precum. Your muscular, hairy body and your cock rubbing against my abs, all of it is driving me crazy. Even the choking, first from your hands and then from the chain, adds to my excitement.

“YES, STEVE! YES, MY HUSBAND! HURT ME!”

I am surprised by my own words, surprised to hear myself screaming your name and agreeing to everything you demand. My muscles are tense. I twist like an eel, fighting not to come too soon. I drink the champagne mixed with your saliva. I bite your lips and suck your tongue.

Then you enter me. You are the only one. I tighten my ass muscles around your massive cock.

I began to milk you, moving to have control of your cock inside me. You punch my pecs while riding me. I make them as hard as concrete slabs. Feeling the power in my thighs, pecs, arms, and ass turns me on. I love my strength and I love my body, just as much as I love yours.

I moan. Your words surprise me. Is this really my husband? I scream your name again like a real slut, and I am not ashamed. This is probably the best sex we have ever had together.

Is it because we have come so close to death? Or is it because, deep down, you want to punish me while proving that you are just as much of an alpha male as I am?

Your balls slam heavily against my ass. My own balls feel heavy and full. I can feel my orgasm getting close. Our sweat, our precum scents add to the pleasure of my senses. I let the chain choke me until I am almost unconscious.

Then, suddenly, I cannot hold back any longer. I shoot a massive load and scream:

“I LOVE YOU, MY ONLYONE MAN !”

BAD COP STEVE

Your face is red from the chain choking you, sweat drips off of you as all of your muscles bulge up magnificently. I look at you with love and pride for having hooked up with such a great man. Sweat drips off me and lands on top of you. Our sweat mixes on top of your body. Your cock is very erect and keeps leaking precum over your abs and pecs when it flies out of your cock slit. You are probably surprised at what I’m doing to you. I’m basically proving to you that I am your equal. I may be influenced by some extraordinary force, but I’m truly enjoying the change in me. I am emotional from my feelings and love I have for you. I sense it in return from you as well. You take in everything I dish out on you. Your nipples look bigger and full of blood from those vibrating clamps. Your pecs are covered with bruises from my fists. My cock is so hard and leaks wave after wave of precum up your ass canal.

You have answered me back just the way I asked and love you for it. I have not seen this side of you and I may never do again but I’m enjoying it right now and will never forget it. This may be the best sex we have ever had. When you shout that you love me and I am your only one man, tears run down my red flushed face. When I see you are about to go out. I grab the chain and yank it hard with such strength I never thought I had. The chain breaks away. This strength comes from you. You have made me stronger, more focused, more confidant. I hold your face with both of my hands and kiss your lips that still taste of champagne. I hear you breathing fast through my lips and feel you’re cum jet out of your cock slit covering us both with your alpha cum. Even with what I just put you through you remain an alpha. “YOU ARE THE BEST MAX AND SO PROUD TO HAVE A HUSBAND LIKE YOU” I shout through heavy breathing and then shoot my cum so deep inside you, that  you can almost taste it. I shoot jet after jet of my seeds to fill your stomach. I’m on the verge of collapse after such an intense orgasm.

Before I crash on top of you, I let go of your legs and hear them drop on the bed and rest to my sides. I remove the clamps and throw them on the floor. I pull my cock out of your hole which is covered with my seeds and your ass juices and drop on top of you. I hold you tight in my arms to land another kiss on your lips before I roll to your side on my back, breathing and panting heavily. I roll you to your side and rest your head over my sweaty heaving furry pecs. “Hear my heart my love, my heart belongs to you.” I grab the bottle of champagne and take a drink and hand it to you. “Drink babe and rest. We still have a long flight, so gather your energy as we may have more sex before we arrive on the island” I smile and wink. I raise the bottle “Here is to more adventures together my man”

FREAKER

When you collapse beside me, exhausted and fulfilled, and hand me the champagne bottle, I feel a wave of happiness wash over my body. My breathing is fast and my heart is pounding. It's the same feeling I used to get after a violent, victorious fight in a cage or a ring. But this fight is much more intense, and more beautiful too. As for my victory, it's having conquered you, having you by my side, you, the former cop, now the husband of a man who heads a powerful organization.

I raise myself above you. I want to look at you. My hand caresses your pecs. 

In my mind, I ask you the question that's torturing me. "Do you have any regrets?" I should feel reassured after that fantastic sex, but I need clarity in my life, and especially this need to be reassured. No one has ever truly loved me. I've fought my whole life. It's my fists that brought me to where I am. You can't imagine my power, just as you can't imagine what I'm capable of doing to keep it. Dominique will soon pay the price for that. But you must never know.

You've fallen asleep with a smile on your lips. Our scents fill the cabin, confirming our union. I get up gently. I approach the bag and take out the artifact wrapped in the bath towels. I stare at it covetously. I whisper, "I'm going to need you."

TO BE CONTINUED...

WHEN A GYM INVESTIGATION GOES WRONG BAD COP STEVE & MAX FREAKER (Book)

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