A New Day, A New You part 13 - Sex Stories

A New Day, A New You part 13

... mine,” I tell him before hanging up. I am on Pale Horse and headed back towards home late in the evening, spent the entire day coordinating and executing this operation but it wasn’t for me, hell it wasn’t even a paying job. I was just doing the Old Man a favor. He’s been good enough to me I figured he’d appreciate me doing one back. I park my bike and quietly get inside my house. The kids are all asleep and my wives are upstairs resting as I clean up in the bathroom before crawling into bed. I don’t know why but every time I crawl into bed one wife at least grabs me like a pillow and clings on to have me lay with her, this time it’s Rachael. I smile a little and relax, all in a day’s work. Next morning it’s back to business as usual or as I like to call it, parenting in teams. I’m working with the Connor, Murphy and Christy down stairs before breakfast. Later we’re out at the park getting the kids some fresh air and back to the house in the early afternoon so that dinner can get started while Daddy takes a break and holds his baby boy, Neal the second. I’m generally channel surfing when I note the news in northern California, bodies found of a notorious biker gang in what appears to be a gangland style massacre, no names are given at this time but the ‘authorities’ are looking into it. I chuckle a little and shut the TV off. Authorities means nobody wants to touch it because it’s a problem solved. ??????? : Forty eight hours after the gangland massacre of a biker gang in ...

... Northern California “So anyone hear from the Sacramento branch about the whole biker killings,” a female agent asks her colleagues. “Not really a lot there, not much evidence and what they have is pretty much a death sentence to anyone in that little leather club,” a bulky male agent says in response. I’ve been an agent for almost five years now but now I’ve got enough evidence, mostly circumstantial, but enough that Section Chief Watkins should listen to me. I check my watch and see I have fifteen minutes till the meeting and grabbing my hard copy and thumb drive head to the fourth floor conference room. New York is a hell of a place to be stationed and if I want to remain here I need to cut the cord with my past and do some real good in the world. I arrive at the conference room and find more than just Chief Watkins as there are five people, two with visitors badges, who are sitting and have been waiting for me. “Agent Bradley you requested this meeting because you have some evidence of, and I’m using your words on this, a vigilante for hire organization with underworld affiliations,” Chief Watkins says and I am quick to present. “Yes sir, over the past few years I’ve started compiling evidence that this nameless group has taken part in narcotics trafficking, illegal arms sales, prostitution, and even murder for hire,” I explain handing different hard copies to the people at the table. “And this group is connected to all these things yet I’ve never seen anything on it in my ...