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In the quiet of his tech room, he flipped to the crowd images and then isolated the still of the ‘electrician,’ wishing the security feed was cleaner.
A few minutes later, he had set the search to compare the faces in the crowd to the face of the potential kidnapper.
It was the fourth time he had run the exact search, but he fed the program shots from the exterior of Growing Threads.
His phone buzzed, interrupting his quiet.
“Yes, Maman.”
“Hello Nick, you and Mulberry take gorgeous pictures!”
“Thanks,” Nick said, smiling wryly.
But if his mother saw the flood of pictures, they are definitely making the rounds. Though would it mean that Mulberry’s kidnappers were paying attention?
“We are still on for dinner tomorrow night at the seafood pace I like?”
“Yes, Mulberry and I are looking forward to seeing you.”
“Perfect. I know this isn’t what you planned, Nick, but you have seemed so happy these past few weeks.”
“I was just thinking that.”
“Do you want my jeweller’s information?”
Nick bit down on his cheek. “Nope.”
“Okay, see you and your gorgeous girlfriend tomorrow.”
Nick smiled as he passed Mulberry’s door to the shower.
The door was half opened.
She was on her side asleep.
Nick remembered how she had laughed so freely and naturally in the garden.
As the water hit his back, Nick closed his eyes.
Taking his half-hard cock in his hand, he stroked it slowly.
In all these weeks, his bed had been empty.
He wanted only one girl in his bed, and she had long red-blonde hair, freckles and the best smile. She listened and felt things with that big heart of hers.
He remembered the feel of her soft lips on his cheek, the time he ate her out, flooding back to his brain cells, playing like a slow glamourous dirty movie because everything this woman did was glamorous.
His balls grew heavy as he pumped his hot seed into his fist.
But it wasn’t satisfying.
He craved her with every cell of his being.
Nick turned off the shower with a roar, determined to go down to the gym and pound out his frustrations on the punching bag.
He towelled off and threw on a pair of grey sweatpants and a black T-shirt.
His phone trilled with the emergency code used by the Bandit Brothers.
