Prejudice and Poisons
Copyright© 2026 by Paul Darkblue
Chapter 5
Thriller Sex Story: Chapter 5 - Emma Rizzi, commissario in the Italian Police force is grappling with a difficult investigation. Meanwhile, her personal life and her loved ones are threatened by the return of a woman from her husband's past.
Caution: This Thriller Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Heterosexual Fiction Crime Swinging Hispanic Female Anal Sex
Investigations - week five
On Monday, even though my wound still hurt, I was ready to go back to work. While waiting for news about the investigation, I took care of the personal troubles that Isabel had brought up.
I called a Spanish colleague, Ramón Ortega, inspector jefe in Madrid, with whom I had worked years ago on a case involving a Spanish guy who had killed two people in Milano. After the murder, he escaped back to Spain, but with Ramón’s help, we eventually caught him.
I scheduled a video call from my office. We both speak English well enough, and I know some Spanish, too, so our conversation would be fluent and wouldn’t need an interpreter.
“Hello Ramón, how are you? It’s been a while, huh? And how is your wife, Angela? I miss her canelones and her exquisite tortilla de patatas,” I greeted him when I saw him on the screen. During my days in Madrid, while hunting the killer, I grew close to him and his wife, and we shared some really enjoyable nights at his home. They are about ten years older than I am, and I consider them good friends.
“¡Hola, hermosa! Emma, you are as beautiful as ever! We are good, thank you, and Angela misses you too. She always asks me when you’ll visit us in Spain with your husband and your stepdaughter.” I had kept in touch with him over the years and invited him to my wedding, but he couldn’t make it because he was working hard on a case and couldn’t leave Spain. “What brings you to call?”
“Well, Ramón, I might have something for you. What do you know about a man called Antonio González?”
“Wow, Emma, how do you know about that trafficker? He is a big fish involved in many drug and human trafficking cases. He is a suspect in some murders, too. A few months ago, we thought we had him, but his lawyers and accomplices did a dirty job, and he walked free. Some evidence even disappeared from our offices, and most of the witnesses refused to testify before the judge. He must have bribed or threatened them.”
I briefly told him Isabel’s story, that she was Antonio González’s girlfriend for a while, and how she was connected to me.
“So, this Isabel Olivares is Jasmine’s biological mother, isn’t she?”
“Yes, she is, Ramón. When she left González and came back to Italy while he was in jail, she took some money and a ledger from him. I think that the ledger will be very useful to your team. I had a good look at it, and there are details of many financial transactions, both in and out. I think your team can easily understand where the money was coming from and going to.”
“Well, Emma, send me a copy of the ledger, and I’ll see what’s in it. But be careful over there; Antonio González is a very dangerous man.”
We chatted a little more about our lives, promised to keep in touch and meet up with our families soon, and then we ended the call. I sent Ramón a scanned copy of the ledger, keeping the original in my office’s safe.
Turning my attention back to my investigation, the big breakthrough came on Wednesday. Marco received the results of the new toxicology reports, and they confirmed our worst suspicions. The tests found traces of cardiac glycosides in the two victims’ bodies. Combined with the ECG traces recorded in the ER when the two men were admitted, the findings allowed the doctors to establish the real cause of death: digoxin poisoning.
Digoxin is one of the most dangerous naturally occurring cardiac toxins, related to compounds found in common plants such as oleander and foxglove. Standard toxicological screening does not necessarily include testing for this kind of poison; that’s why the first screening came back negative.
The poison, compounded by the severe dehydration caused by the Salmonella infection, ultimately caused the two victims’ deaths, while its effects had been cunningly masked by the symptoms of the collective food poisoning.
I had enough information to request that the public prosecutor formally open an investigation for premeditated murder. Our main suspects were the two wives, so we asked for a warrant to search their homes and seize all their electronic devices.
With the judge’s warrants signed, everything was set in motion, and we scheduled the operation for the following morning, Thursday.
Knowing that both women were back at work and still living together, the search team and I headed to Serena Belli’s home early in the morning.
We arrived at Serena’s place right around breakfast time. I knocked, and a thoroughly surprised Serena opened the door. From inside, we could hear the chatter and laughter of four children, as noisy as any family breakfast.
“Commissario, what’s wrong?” she asked, looking panicked as she spotted the search team standing behind me.
“Serena, these are the ‘avvisi di garanzia’ for you and Stefania, and we have a warrant to search your homes. Furthermore, you must hand over your phones, tablets, and laptops to my officers. If you wish to call your lawyers, we can wait until they arrive. After we have finished with your house, we’ll be heading to Stefania’s,” I replied, handing her the paperwork.
An ‘avviso di garanzia’ is an official document signed by a judge that informs a person that they are formally under investigation and allows them to take legal measures to defend themselves.
“But why is this necessary, commissario? What’s the matter?” asked Serena, now looking scared.
In the meantime, Stefania joined her, slipping an arm around Serena’s shoulders and holding her close.
“We are investigating the murder of your husbands,” I replied.
“This is ridiculous, commissario!” Serena said, her voice sharp with anger. “Fine, you can search everywhere. You won’t find anything because there’s nothing to find! We have nothing to do with these outrageous suspicions. I’m calling my lawyer right now.”
We waited for the lawyer to arrive. Once he checked the ‘avviso di garanzia’ and the search warrant and gave the green light, the team got to work.
Commissario Emma Rizzi – March 23rd, Sunday
Marco and his team had a lot of work for the rest of the week and the whole weekend. We were only able to spend a few hours together, just a late dinner on Saturday and Sunday.
On Saturday, I had visited Isabel at her hotel, and later I spent some time on a video call with my parents and a happy Jasmine, who shared with me her discoveries in the area, her time with her dog, Bella, and her online lessons.
On Sunday morning, I was just doing some chores at home when a familiar Spanish number popped up on my phone.
“Hello, Ramón, nice to hear from you. Any news?” I answered.
“Emma, Antonio González died an hour ago in a firefight with our officers. The ledger you sent us was damning evidence of his trafficking, and a judge immediately signed a new arrest warrant. When my colleagues in Ibiza reached his house to arrest him, he tried to escape and shot at our agents, and they shot back, killing him,” Ramón told me, speaking fast.
“Well, I’m glad it’s over,” I replied, relieved.
“Not yet, Emma. That’s why I’m calling you directly. On his phone, the officers found some pictures that had been sent a couple of hours ago. They were pictures of a beautiful South American woman, whom we identified as your Isabel, and of Motel Cosmo in Perugia. He received them from an Italian phone number. Do you know anything about it? Also, there were a couple of phone calls to that same number just before we raided his house.”
I was terrified by the implication of that picture. Motel Cosmo was the motel where Isabel was hiding. Somehow Antonio had found out where she was staying. I had to move fast.
“Thank you, Ramón. I have to go now. I’ll catch you later.”
I ended the call and phoned Lisa, who was on duty at the station. I asked Lisa to get a service car, and we drove quickly to Motel Cosmo.
We arrived at the motel in a few minutes and ran through the front door.
No one was behind the reception desk. We searched the motel lobby, and in the back service room, we found a body. It was the motel’s owner and my informant. He was unconscious, tied up, and gagged, but still breathing regularly. I waved at Lisa to call for backup and an ambulance, then headed to the second floor to reach Isabel’s room. I climbed the stairs silently, holding my gun. The room was at the end of the corridor, and the door was ajar; loud voices could be heard inside.
“No, please, no! Stay away! Don’t hurt me again! I’ll send everything back to Antonio!” It was Isabel’s voice, sobbing loudly.
“Slut! Did you really think you could play Antonio? He sends his greetings, by the way. He told me to do whatever I want with you. You are my slave now. We are going to withdraw Antonio’s stuff and send it back to him, then I’ll fuck you in every hole until I get tired of you. My friends will gladly join me for the next few weeks, and then I’ll pimp you out on the streets, if your destroyed holes are still worth any money, or maybe I’ll just kill you. Tell you what? I’m starting right now! Get naked and suck my cock!” It was a man’s voice speaking.
I peeked through the door. A tall man was holding a gun, pointing it at Isabel. She had several bruises on her face; the man must have beaten her before we arrived. She started to take off her dress, trembling and crying.
In the meantime, Lisa caught up to me and hid on the other side of the door, waiting for my signal. I signalled to her to stay quiet. Entering the room at that moment was very dangerous, and I didn’t want the man to shoot Isabel before we could stop him. I needed to wait for the right moment.
When Isabel was completely naked, she knelt in front of the man and started to unbutton his pants. The man was smirking and looking down at Isabel’s naked, stunning body. In that moment, he moved his gun away from Isabel’s body, reaching for his smartphone. He was clearly turned on by the view and wanted to take a video or a picture of the action.
That was the moment I was waiting for. I stormed into the room, followed by Lisa. “Don’t move! Put the gun down, now! It’s over!” I ordered him.
He moved his gun and tried to shoot Isabel, but Lisa shot him first in the hand, taking off a couple of fingers along with the weapon. Lisa is the best shooter on my team. He collapsed in pain, bleeding, and we cuffed him while waiting for the backup squad.
In the meantime, a shocked Isabel collapsed onto the floor, still naked and sobbing desperately. I helped her up from the floor, got her onto the bed, covered her with a blanket, and hugged her. “It’s over, Isabel. It’s really over,” I whispered to her while she kept crying on my shoulder.
Lisa made one of her bold comments that made me smile.
“Chief, once again, a man was thinking with his cock in front of a stunning woman instead of using his brain, and he lost everything. They should have sent a woman to do the job.”
Isabel, her kidnapper, and the motel’s owner were taken to the hospital. The perpetrator was in the worst shape, undergoing hand surgery in an attempt to save what was left of his shattered hand. In any case, he was charged with assault, attempted kidnapping, and attempted murder, so he will have a long time in prison to get used to using his right hand without three fingers.
It turned out that someone had somehow spotted Isabel in the motel and alerted Antonio González’s Italian accomplices. Maybe it was a member of the cleaning staff or another motel guest; we will investigate further.
Isabel was released from the hospital on Monday, after a night under observation. For her safety, I assigned a surveillance team to watch her room and escort her. Now she was not only a victim but also a key witness to González’s trafficking network.
Investigations - week six
On Tuesday, Marco showed us the results of his analysis of everything found during the search of the house and the devices.
We had enough to arrest the two women.
I sent my officers to the Bellis’ house to pick them up. I also sent two female officers to find somewhere for the four poor children to stay. I felt terribly bad for them. Out of everyone involved, they were the true victims.
When they arrived at the police station, Serena and Stefania were loudly complaining, threatening to sue the entire department, especially me.
I let the two women spend a night in the police station cells. We kept them separated to prevent any communication between them.
On Thursday, we were ready for the interrogatorio di garanzia. In Italian criminal procedure, this is a mandatory court hearing in which a judge interviews a suspect immediately after arrest.
Together with the judge, we opted for separate interrogations, starting with Serena Belli.
The judge briefly introduced the people in the interrogation room and read to Mrs Belli and her lawyer the felony she was charged with. Then he asked me to lead the first part of the interrogation.
“Good morning, Mrs Belli,” I started. “We need to ask you some questions about your lifestyle and some things we discovered during the search of your house.”
“My client has nothing to say, commissario,” her lawyer intervened.
“With all due respect, counsel, we have enough evidence to charge your client with premeditated murder. We don’t need her explanation, but I think it would be better if Mrs Belli could give her version of events.”
“Okay, commissario, I will answer. I don’t know what events you are talking about. What happened to my husband is a tragic incident. I have nothing to do with it,” Serena said, overruling her lawyer, still maintaining her arrogant look.