Surveillance

POV: Adrian

I ordered my men to follow Leah to her apartment and stake it out until I found out who this guy was. At my apartment I was fuming, so I decided to hit the gym to take out some anger on the heavy bag. It is what I turned to when my anger and impulses seemed to be out of control.

The bag was made of a leather exterior shell and filled with a dense cushion. It weighed about 300 pounds, and I had no problem busting it open. I had to replace it a few times before when I joined the Bureau.

I hadn’t been this angry since I found out why my mother skipped town when I was in middle school. I didn’t have any siblings, so it was just my dad and me growing up. I followed in his footsteps to carry on his mission.

He passed away right before I joined the Bureau, of natural causes, but I knew it was his broken heart and failed attempts to use his position to find my mother. I swore then that I would never love, and I would never get close to a woman.

But this woman. This woman infuriates me to the core. I want her body to myself, but I don’t want to be bothered by the feelings she is stirring up inside me. I couldn’t take out my frustration by touching her body, so busting this bag would have to suffice.

Left hook, right hook, steady, uppercut. I began unleashing my rage on the bag. The thought of her with that piece of shit angered me further. My knuckles were wrapped, but that didn’t stop the force of my punch from tearing the tape.

I spent a few years in Mr. Cooper's underground ring trying to catch his attention. Taking out my anger on other men who deserved it. I was just a lowly team leader, but my mean right hook helped me rank up the corporate ladder faster.

So detached from the Bureau, I have tried my hardest not to become the monster I had been hunting. Right, left, jab, cross, kick… I took out my anger as I ripped through the bag. She was in my head, and I hate to admit that I am addicted to the stimulating feeling she gives me.

With every jab, I tried to find the reason for my attraction to her. I could have any woman I wanted and yet I was tossing and turning at night thinking about her. It was a disgusting obsession and I needed to find a way out.

I had been punching for over an hour and I only pissed myself off further. My knuckles were bloody, and my bag was barely hanging on. She had done a number on me, just as I have done a number on my knuckles.

“Hey, Boss. It seems as if she is in for the night. The lights on her floor are off and no one has come in or out of her floor.”, one of my guys informed me.

“Thanks, Hendrix. Have two men posted outside her apartment at all times and let’s see if we can’t pull a fingerprint or DNA off of that asshole.”, I still didn’t trust that dude.

“Yes sir.”, and he left.

“FUCK!”, I picked up my water bottle and threw it across the room.

She left with him and then let that asshole stay the night. I was going to find him and destroy him; he would never work another day in this city.

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POV: Leah

I just had amazing sex, but here I am laying on Cameron with my mind on Adrian and Jared. We didn’t need to make a rule about catching feelings because I didn’t want to choose between the three of them. I needed them all right now and I wasn’t ready to pick just one.

Adrian was the king of dominating sexual punishment on my body. He had me begging to be tied down, smacked around, and fucked senseless. And the way he looked at me ignited a fiery sensation that sent pleasurable heated sensations to my core.

He was tall, tan, and built stronger that a 100-man army. In his arms, I felt safe, but he was an asshole who pushed me away at the sight of an emotional connection. Some issues disturbed him, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to find out. His bipolar possessiveness was his least attractive attribute.

Jared was slightly smaller, but his cross-fit body made up for his lack of sexual spontaneity. Two years ago, we barely had sex and when we did, it was a boring missionary position. He was my first and the only sexual experience I had to go off of, but after my vacation, I knew what he and I were missing.

He brought out my dominant personality, the come-and-take-what-I-want attitude. He was narcissistic and I bet a woman never bossed him around before, but he took direction so well. Submissive was a hot look on him and maybe that's what he needed from a woman, authority.

As I lay here next to Cameron, he is so different from the other two. He is a lover and not a fighter, tonight proved he aimed to please. He is the youngest and smallest of the three, but he pleasured my body in ways that Jared or Adrian couldn’t dream of.

I needed Cameron, just as much as the other two. He gave me sensitivity and consideration, which I didn’t know would be so attractive. And he was an open book with great active listening skills.

His body was as smooth as silk, and he kept up with his personal grooming. It was nice lying next to him.

“Do you want me to leave?”, he asked as he ran his hand down my arm while I rested on his chest.

“Not unless you’re falling in love with me. It’s nice to have a warm body in bed.”, I looked up at him.

“Rule seven babe, I can handle it.”, he kissed me on my forehead before we fell asleep.

Several hours passed and the sun started to come up. I felt around in the bed and Cameron was nowhere to be found. He must have gone for his early morning run while the streets were clear of people rushing to work.

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POV: Adrian

I am usually up at 5 am every morning, but this morning I was woken early by a phone call.

“Boss, the subject is on the move.”, Hendrix notified me.

“Where is the woman?”, I shot to attention.

“No movement from her.”, he let me know.

“Someone get me eyes on her and send another to follow him.”, I ordered.

I got up and set up surveillance of her apartment, and job, and put a tap on her phone.

“Boss, he is headed to a warehouse on the outskirts of the freight yard.”, Hendrix was trailing him.

That was a rough area for a kid to be traveling to unless he had the motive to be there. I knew of 4 underground fight rings, 17 drug runners, and 3 importers of stolen goods that were all posted up in that area. I had a bad feeling about this kid, and my gut was proving me right.

“Lost his tail boss, he spotted us.”, a text came through.

This kid was no newbie to being under surveillance, but I couldn’t drop it now.

“Did we get a fingerprint or DNA?”, I texted Hendrix.

“No boss, he was very careful not to slip.”, he replied.

“Shit, what had she gotten herself into.”, I whispered to myself.

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POV: Leah

I decided it was time to get up and start getting ready. There was another live performance at the café today and I didn’t want to miss it. It would probably be my last for a while, work was going to get the best of me as I deal with this new assignment and venture into an entanglement with three men.

As soon as I walked out of my room, I was surprised.

“Ahh! Oh shit, you scared me.”., a guy was standing in my kitchen going through my cabinets.

“I’m sorry miss.”, well at least he was polite.

“It’s okay. I didn’t realize Jenny had company.”, he wasn’t her usual type.

“Oh... yes. I was just looking for coffee on my way out.”, he looked for a mug.

“To the left, will you grab me a cup too?”, she used him… I might as well use him too.

I am getting to be too much; I can’t handle myself.

He wasn’t like all the other men Jenny had taken home. He was in a black v-neck tee, dark green cargo pants, and a thick black belt with pouches all over it.

She must be into military guys now, but it didn’t surprise me. Jenny will jump the bones of any attractive man who gives her the littlest bit of attention. At least he was polite and could make a decent pot of coffee.

“It was nice to meet you, I am headed out. Tell Jenny to call me.”. I waved as I headed to the café.

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POV: Adrian

“Martin made it inside her apartment, she’s headed out.”, Hendrix texted me.

“Keep eyes on her and if you see the target, call me.”, I ordered.

“Did you want Martin to search the apartment or bug it?”, Hendrix asked.

“Yes, we need a full surveillance setup on her.”, to say I am obsessed is an understatement.

I got dressed for the day and headed for the café where I knew she would be. I needed to see her and get an idea of what she got herself into. I can’t leave the city knowing she could be in danger.

At least this dirty money I made was plenty enough to pay for the best surveillance team and equipment.