Chapter 20: A Primitive Intrigue Apartment 42, The Bowerstone Apartment Complex, 4th And Flint Street, The Attison District, Temple City (3040)..... Heavy breaths passed from the harsh lips of private detective Ian Baddwulf as he leaned his winded body against the equally winded Mrs. Collins as she continued to cling to him in the wake of their heated act. She kissed his lips with all the passion she could muster as they took a moment to catch their collective breath and ride the wave of their mutual releases. Baddwulf was drenched in sweat from head to toe as his messy black hair glistened along with the rest of him in the wake of his taking Mrs. Collins up against his kitchen wall. It had not been an ideal location for rutting but he was in desperate need of relief and she was more than willing to accommodate him. The scent of arousal had been high as he slowly backed away from her and allowed her to put her feet back on the floor as he stood with his still erect cock pointed

Chapter 22: Getting Down To BusinessApartment 42, The Bowerstone Apartment Complex, 4th And Flint Street, The Attison District, Temple City (3040)..... By the time Baddwulf had stepped out of his bedroom, freshly showered and dressed in one of his usual nonpressed and sloppily thrown-together suits, this time with a cream-colored button-down shirt with an open collar and dark trousers with a pair of dark brown dress shoes, he had thrown on a dark suit jacket this time wanting to forgo the trench coat in light of the heat wave that was still going on. Jake and Sullivan had been chatting it up in the kitchen as Baddwulf entered making his way to the retro iron fridge and grabbing a carton of orange juice from it as he held the door open. It was dark inside indicating that the bulb had gone out once again but he didn't seem to care much as he turned up the carton and drank directly out of the opening. Jake shook his head as he watched his less-than-mannerable boss move about his kit

Chapter 24: When The Wolf Comes Knocking The Pits, Fifth And Central Ave, The Attison District, Temple City (3040)..... A good deal of shouting and screams filled the air as well as the telltale sounds of a scuffle just before one of the on-duty goons found himself kicked through the heavy wooden doors of the hideout spot where the known petty hood, Blacky Clay had been stationed in a bid to cause as much chaos to Attison District as possible. Baddwulf had not particularly taken too kindly to the nuisance causing him problems beforehand but to take out The Dope Diamond, there wasn't a goon alive that would keep the determined and utterly furious werewolf from snapping the uppity little hoodlum's neck. He tossed about the would-be tryhards with ease knocking their respective heads together and throwing them across the area and the room once he'd kicked his way in. Rage had been prominent behind his dark eyes as the eerie glow of red took hold, he'd been out for blood given the w

Chapter 26: Pleasure In Pain The Bedroom, Apartment 42, The Bowerstone Apartment Complex, 4th And Flint Street, The Attison District, Temple City (3040)..... A series of grunts and groans echoed about the bedroom in the wake of the lovely vixen known as Amanda Smalls casually sliding her body down onto the brute of a man's throbbing appendage as he continued to reel in the wake of having his canine lupus arse handed to him by way of an overgrown man-bull in the infamous hoodlum Blacky Clay's employ. Baddwulf had known all too well that getting mixed up with anything Amanda-related was going to lead to trouble with a capital T. Still, he couldn't exactly object when her hot dripping-wet sex had been engulfing his throbbing erection after one of the longest and worst days he'd had in a long while. A grunt escaped from the harsh lips of Baddwulf as he struggled not to buck his hips against Amanda's downward bounces as she began to moan and pick up steam. She had felt good, as alwa

Chapter 28: A Rancid RecollectionMain Street and Park, The Attison District, Temple City (3040)..... The orange glow of Baddwulf's cigarette had been barely making itself known as the stream of white smoke floated above it as he made his way toward his office, He'd been dressed to impress so to speak from head to tie despite his usual lack of care in terms of getting out the wrinkles. His messy black locks were slick from his most recent shower and neat as he moved along the sidewalk wearing a light grey trench coat and a black suit with shiny black dress shoes as he moved about the sidewalk pondering his next move and what to do about his two main cases. He conceded that he had been a bit brash when it came to wanting to get his hands on Blacky Clay and should have done some recon before storming the place but he had all the information he needed about who'd been on the snide little imp's payrolls, even if it did cost him a few well-healed bruises.Baddwulf had been pondering his