Chapter 6: Guilts Grip and Sins Sting.

Last night’s raid left us reelin’, but we nabbed Kevin after, his ledger and watch tyin’ him to Rico’s dirty deals. In the warehouse, Caleb Harris—stud, single, college grad, clean—took a bullet to the shoulder, now recoverin’ at Lubbock General. Daniels sniffed around, his suspicion heavy, like he knew we were holdin’ back. Laura’s pain and Lilly’s haunted diner shifts clung to me, their scars fuelin’ our fight. Zoe and Carter, still buzzin’ from the sting, pored over the ledger, linkin’ jewelry and watches to Kevin’s fencin’. Rico slipped through, leavin’ us chasin’ shadows, but we’d get him—or Leon—soon.

Kevin’s sting went smooth, too smooth. Zoe played him like a fiddle, her charm crackin’ his defenses, seduction drippin’ from every word. In the bullpen, Carter laid out the haul: watches, rings, necklaces, all hot, tied to Kevin’s casino heist. Daniels watched close, his eyes narrowin’ at Zoe’s grin, like he sensed her game. “You’re too cozy with this,” he muttered, but we brushed him off, Laura’s justice pushin’ us forward. Lilly’s name came up—her shifts at the diner, her questions about Alex’s scars—tyin’ us tighter to this mess. Kevin’s confession spilled fast, corruption and greed laid bare, but it wasn’t enough. We needed Rico, needed Leon, needed blood for Laura.

Kevin’s downfall burned in my mind, his seduction by Zoe a mirror to my own sins. He’d been a pawn, dealin’ heist goods, thinkin’ he was untouchable. The mayor’s kid’s got secrets, too, whisperin’ trouble we ain’t touched yet. His confession—lust, greed, betrayal—echoed my nights with Martin, my body betrayin’ my badge. Daniels’ questions cut deeper, hintin’ at my secrets, but I shoved ‘em down, focusin’ on Rico’s file, Laura’s pain drivin’ me, Lilly’s haunted eyes lingerin’.

At the ranch house, Zoe and I drowned the night in whiskey, radio cracklin’ Hank Williams, our bodies tangled on the couch. Her lips tasted of sin, my pussy throbbin’ as she fucked me slow, fingers deep, makin’ me scream. Daniels called, voice sharp, askin’ about Rico’s sting, but I was lost in Zoe’s touch, Laura’s pain a dull ache. “We’ll get him,” I gasped, cum drippin’, my badge forgotten. Zoe’s fears—Peter, Martin—mixed with mine, our guilt heavy, but our lust heavier.

After Nancy’s call, her assault burnin’ my conscience alongside Laura’s pain, Zoe and I headed to Lubbock General to see Caleb Harris, our deputy shot in the warehouse raid. I gripped a bouquet of daisies, petals silky, and a Hershey’s chocolate bar, foil crinklin’ in my pocket—meager tokens for a stud who bled for us. The hospital’s sterile halls stung my nose with bleach, linoleum squeakin’ under our boots, dim fluorescent lights hummin’ like a tired hymn. Beepin’ monitors pulsed through the walls, my badge a lead weight, Lilly’s diner shifts and Martin’s sinful touch hauntin’ me. Zoe’s fingers brushed my hip, her eyes glintin’ mischief in the grim air, her breath warm as we walked.

Caleb’s room was down a quiet corridor, sunlight fadin’ through a window at the hall’s end. Muffled screams and grunts hit us like a slap, freezin’ my blood—Leon’s goons hittin’ Caleb? I yanked my revolver, Zoe her pistol, our boots silent, hearts poundin’ as we crept to his door. I nudged it open, a crack revealin’ a sterile room: white walls scuffed from years of use, linoleum floor gleamin’, a metal bed with creakin’ springs, IV stand drippin’ saline, morphine vials on a tray, tubes taped to Caleb’s arm. A heart monitor beeped, its green line spikin’ faster, a scale stood in the corner, its needle still. Curtain rods hung bare, sunlight streamin’ through a wide window, showin’ a brick office buildin’ across the road. There, a couple—man and woman, 30s, silhouettes in a window—watched, their eyes locked on the room, hands movin’ like they were touchin’ each other, a voyeuristic thrill twistin’ my gut.

Inside, a hot nurse—blonde, curvy, early 20s, scrubs hiked to her waist—rode Caleb cowgirl-style, her hips grindin’ fierce, tits bouncin’ under her tight top, nipples hard through the fabric. Caleb, shoulder wrapped in a sling, lay back, groanin’ low, his cock thick and slick, disappearin’ into her cunt as she slammed down, her juices glistenin’ on his shaft. His injury pinned him, morphine dullin’ the pain, but his hands gripped her hips, knuckles white, his eyes burnin’ with lust. She leaned forward, her pussy clenchin’ him, and licked his neck, her tongue slow, teasin’ a moan from his throat. “Fuck, you’re big,” she gasped, her ass jigglin’, bed squeakin’ loud, heart monitor beeps racin’ like a drum. She slid off, her lips wrappin’ around his cock, suckin’ hard, tongue swirlin’ the tip, spit and cum drippin’ down her chin. Caleb groaned, his good hand tanglin’ in her hair, but she controlled the pace, bobbin’ fast, gaggin’ softly, her eyes locked on his.

My pussy dripped, clit throbbin’ under my skirt, no panties, the sight of her cunt gushin’, his cock pulsin’, settin’ me on fire. Zoe pressed against me, her breath hot on my neck, her finger slippin’ into my arse, stretchin’ slow, then two fingers, pumpin’ deep, makin’ my knees buckle. I bit my lip, stiflin’ a moan, my cunt soppin’, juices tricklin’ down my thighs. Zoe’s other hand slid under my shirt, pinchin’ my nipple, hard, sendin’ shocks to my clit. I watched the nurse climb back on, ridin’ Caleb again, her pussy grippin’ him, wet slaps echoin’, her moans sharp, “Cum in me, stud!” Caleb’s hips bucked weakly, his cock spasmin’, cum spillin’ into her, leakin’ down his shaft as she kept grindin’, milkin’ every drop. She smeared his cum across her tits, rubbin’ it in, her nipples glistenin’, then leaned down, her tongue divin’ into his mouth, their gasps mixin’ with the monitor’s frantic beeps.

Across the road, the couple’s silhouettes moved closer, the man’s hand between the woman’s legs, her head thrown back, their eyes still on Caleb’s bed, mirrorin’ our sin. Shame choked me—Laura’s broken body, Nancy’s cries, my badge a lie, Martin’s touch a deeper cut—but my cunt ached, Zoe’s fingers fuckin’ my arse, pushin’ me toward orgasm. I gripped the doorframe, legs shakin’, as the nurse slowed, her pussy still clenchin’ Caleb’s cock, his groans softenin’. His gaze flicked to us, a knowin’ smirk flashin’, his eyes glintin’ like he owned the room. Zoe’s fingers paused, my arse clenchin’ around them, my clit beggin’ for release I couldn’t chase here.

We backed away, my pussy throbbin’, guilt and lust warrin’. I set the daisies and Hershey’s on the floor outside, petals brushin’ my fingers, foil catchin’ the light. Zoe’s hand grazed my ass, her smirk matchin’ Caleb’s, my cheeks burnin’ as we walked off, the couple’s gaze across the road followin’ us, their hands still movin’. The monitor’s beeps faded, but my body screamed, wet and raw, knowin’ Caleb was healin’ in his own damn way, while I carried Laura’s pain, Nancy’s fear, and Martin’s sin down the sterile hall.

Nancy’s assault hit harder now, her broken voice on the phone replayin’ as we reviewed evidence back at the station. Her rape kit, bruises, and torn clothes painted a grim picture, guilt twistin’ my gut for not stoppin’ it sooner. Laura’s assault months back echoed the same—Leon’s crew, Rico’s shadow, all tied together. We had to nail ‘em, for Nancy, for Laura, for every woman they’d broken. My hands shook, thinkin’ of Martin, fear he’d be next if Leon struck again.