She was speaking quickly in Russian. "Calm down sweetie. I don't want to hurt you. I just want to know the name of the men you work for."
She stammered... "why... you... want... know... men..."
"Sweetie, it will be easier for you if you just answer my question. Who are the men you work for?"
Frank could feel her body shudder in fear. He felt a tinge of guilt. Who was he? He was behaving like a criminal? He reached down and grabbed the towel. "Here. Cover up. I'm not here to hurt you. I just need the name."
She slowly stopped her tears and shaking as she covered her naked body. "Their names are Viktor and Roman. They are from city Novgorod. Same as my family. This is all I know."
Frank grabbed napkins from the table, and with them the made a blindfold and sat her at the table where he bound her hands. He did all of this lightly. He knew she could get out easily, but it would give him just enough time to escape without being seen. He gave instructions not to try and loose herself until she heard the door shut. As he prepares to leave, he couldn't help but be aroused. She looked so helpless bound there. But Frank pushed away his demons. He shut the door behind him and fled away before she could catch his face.
Frank returned back to his flat late, and was drenched as the rain had started back up. He took off his clothes and hung them over the tub to dry. In nothing but his briefs, he lay down on his mattress. He looked over at the nightstand and the handkerchief sitting there. He pulled out his cock and stroked thinking of the beautiful Russian girl. Her sucking the alderman's cock before being bent over the desk... her wet body in the shower... her breasts heaving in fear... her skin against his body... her hands tied...
Now the handkerchief had another cum stain...
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Frank spent the next three days continuing to examine the alderman and his business. Mario DeCampo kept a busy schedule, but there was no doubt his most lucrative business was done in the shadows.
On the fourth day of surveillance, the two men arrived again. Frank had called in a favor with an old buddy on the force. After a couple of pints, he was able to confirm that there was a growing crime syndicate from Novgorod. Three brothers-- the Pravkov brothers-- were the ring leaders.
Frank's source gave a positive ID on the two in the photos. He also gave a strict warning: be careful with these guys, they are ruthless.
Frank set up in his REO near the path the two took to exit last time. His surveillance skills had returned quickly, as did his intuition. They followed an identical path. He was able to follow at a distance he assumed safe. He followed them to a warehouse in the Ukrainian Village. He watched as they went in.
Frank sat for hours watching what was going on in the building. Not much besides rabble entering and exiting. As he lit his fifth cigarette, however, he saw a familiar face. It was the girl, the secretary. He snapped a photo and covered himself up.
He had noticed a dock door opened close to where the girl went in. He knew he had one chance, so he took it. He walked quickly from his car to the door and slipped inside. He saw her turn into a hall of rooms and he followed as close as he deemed safe.
He soon heard her familiar voice and a twinge went through his body. It was the secretary. They were calling her Vivica. She called them Viktor and Roman. He heard reference to another name. Sampson he thought it was...
He ventured a little closer. He looked in the room, and both men had dropped their pants. She was taking turn sucking their cocks. One of the men spat on his hand, then rubbed his cock with it before he inserted his cock into her pussy. The other brother put his cock in her mouth.
Frank watched as the brothers both fucked her. Taking turns, they must have both cum 3 times. She was covered in their semen. Frank was rock hard as he watched, but he dare not move. This was risky. Yet her naked body being used by these men stirred up his darkest fantasies. The men both penetrated her as their final act. They finally had had enough, and she clearly had as well.
As soon as they were done, the three began talking. It was in Russian, of course, but Frank began to pick up on clues. She was telling them about when he was in her apartment. The taller brother became belligerent. He was yelling and Frank heard the word "DeCampo". Frank knew he needed to leave. He had to get out of this entire situation.
As he began to sneak out, he heard a gunshot. He ran to his car, started the engine, and drove as fast as he could. He finally stopped a few neighborhoods away. With hands trembling, he lit a cigarette. After a couple of drags, he reached in a compartment and pulled out a flask. He wanted to calm his nerves but nothing would work.
He drove out of the way before parking his car to ensure he wasn't followed and took extra turns before getting into his apartment. As soon as he stepped inside it started to rain. How he wished the rain would fall on him. And that the rain would cleanse the city.
Frank lay in bed, laboring to breathe and sleep. It was no use. He finally looked over at his nightstand. He saw the handkerchief there again. He pulled out his cock and fantasized about Vivica taking two cocks, wondering if he had brought about her demise. The handkerchief now had another stain.
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Day six of surveillance was the most awful yet. Frank, from his rooftop vantage point, saw the alderman pace in the office when Vivica never showed up. He then saw the alderman open a drawer in his desk and nearly fall backwards. Frank knew what he had seen. The syndicate made it clear that Vivica was gone.
Around lunch Frank went back to his flat. He had a small lunch of bread and milk before grabbing the handkerchief from his nightstand. Everything ended today. He was going to tell Monica what he found out. Which was a lot.
Mario was being extorted by the Novgorod Syndicate. Mario had been a hapless tool of the Italian Mafia in Chicago for some time, but his greed now had him pitted against the two. He must maintain loyalty to the Mafia, while also appeasing the syndicate. Frank was also fairly sure that Monica had married Mario as a way to keep his loyalty to the Mafia. She was a crime boss daughter herself.
Monica had hired Frank to weed out the truth of Mario's double dipping. They needed someone to confirm that the Russian Syndicate was interfering. Now a turf war would ensue. Frank could only guess who would win.
A week into his work, Frank had finally developed the crude photos he had taken. He knew to keep some for himself as leverage. He grabbed the folder of notes and photos and Monica's handkerchief and walked to his car.
He waited until Mario was driven to his home that evening and he followed. He sat outside a mansion. Mario's corruption had made him wealthy. Monica knew what she was doing. Through a window, Frank saw Mario and Monica kissing. Monica started to undress herself, but Mario didn't have time. He stopped her and walked away. Moments later he left. Frank knew he could follow, but he knew it was useless. The syndicate was probably supplying him with some other girl.
Frank stepped out of his car and the rain began to pour. As reached the door, he paused before he knocked. He felt in this pocket for his lock pick. He first felt the handkerchief. He decided he should knock. He tapped lightly and the door gave. He walked slowly in. Why was the door unlocked? For someone so deep in the Mafia as Monica, it was dangerous. Unless... was she expecting someone?
Frank cautiously turned and shut the door. He locked it for a little more protection. He then proceeded up the flight of stairs. The well lit, luxurious mansion was a stark contrast to the dark underworld that the DeCampos used to pay for it. What would he say to Monica? What did she know already? How was she using him in the game? His thoughts continued like this as he wandered through the halls.
He came to a room that was locked. It must be Mario's office. It had three locks. Frank picked each one. He walked to the desk and looked around. One more locked drawer, and he found everything. Frank decoded what seemed to be scheduled of Russian shipments, Mafia shakedowns, and local police beats. Mario was in the middle of all of it. He was going to help the Novgorod Syndicate smuggle weapons into their warehouse. Frank snapped a picture and locked everything up behind him.
