Le Français
Copyright© 2024 by BreaktheBar
Chapter 75
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 75 - On the hunt for the mysterious crimelord 'Le Français,' Detective Sinead Connors meets financial wizz Marc Fornier. When she needs his help in her investigation, Marc decides that she can pay him back through a little game...
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“It’s done!” Victor shouted, waving off Liam.
The Irishman was frothing at the mouth like a rabid dog, demanding to get at Marc, but the skinny Italian was holding him back.
Marc, meanwhile, was leaning against one of the metal I-beam support pillars twenty feet away as Sinead grimaced at him with a concerned frown and ran her fingers along his jaw, testing it. “You fucking idiot,” she murmured to him.
“Now we know where the money is coming from,” Marc murmured back, catching her wrists in his hands and lowering them as he looked into her eyes.
“He could have done serious damage, Marc,” Sinead whispered. “Now he wants to kill you.”
Liam had rolled out of the way of the flying knee and the fight had become a scramble of thrown punches and elbows. The key was that it had been happening in the broken remains of the tall, slender crate that Marc’s knee had busted through.
Neither man had gotten the upper hand when they’d both been grabbed and dragged away from each other and the busted crates. Victor had tried to hide his horror at the potential damage to his goods - it looked like there were antiques of some sort, packed in straw.
“I had him,” Marc said with more confidence than he necessarily felt. Then he let go of her wrists and brushed a thumb over her cheek. “Tu vaux bien quelques bleus, ma petite rebelle.”
“Marc,” she sighed, hearing the tone in his voice without knowing what he was saying.
Victor was apparently attempting to throw the skinny Italian man out with Liam in the most polite way possible. The Irishman was still irate despite his bloody nose and chipped tooth, or maybe because of them. Marc had gotten a couple of good, clean strikes with his elbows. Not exactly Karate that his old Master would have been proud of, but it had been working.
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