Kiss

The atmosphere in the police station changed as Francisco made his dramatic entrance. The news of his arrest had undoubtedly sent shock waves through the entire facility. Sergeant Martin, caught between the allegiance to his corrupt dealings and the fear of being exposed, found himself in a precarious situation.

As the word spread, police officers and personnel started gathering, their expressions a mix of curiosity and tension. Martin, unsure of how to navigate this sudden turn of events, felt a knot tightening in his stomach.

"God, what should I do?" he muttered, the weight of his choices bearing down on him.

His loyalties were divided between his role as a police officer and the ties he shared with Francisco, a criminal mastermind.

Amid the internal turmoil, a sudden announcement echoed through the station, "They are here."

"Inform everyone."

Martin's anxiety heightened, realizing that the moment of reckoning had arrived. He stood up tentatively and began moving towards the entrance, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts.

A jeep rolled to a stop, and the occupants disembarked. Francisco, the center of attention, surveyed the surroundings with an air of authority. All eyes were fixed on him, a mixture of fear, curiosity, and perhaps a hint of admiration in the gaze of some who were acquainted with his power and influence.

The station buzzed with murmurs, as officers exchanged glances and speculated on the unfolding drama. Francisco, seemingly unperturbed, maintained his composed demeanor, aware that his every move was under scrutiny.

Without any obstacle, they took Francisco into the police station. As he approached the entrance, his gaze unexpectedly met Sergeant Martin. Martin's face drained of color, and he blinked slowly, a clear sign of apprehension. Francisco, however, didn't linger on the encounter and continued walking into the heart of the police facility.

Simultaneously, Hazel emerged from Mr. Alex's room, her thoughts occupied by the implications of Francisco's arrest. As she headed towards her chamber, she noticed Rafael in the vicinity. Before she could process the situation, Francisco's face revealed itself from behind Rafael.

Their eyes locked.

A moment of palpable tension ensued as Francisco and Hazel shared a gaze filled with unspoken emotions. When Francisco reached Hazel's proximity, he deliberately slowed his pace, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. The atmosphere around them became charged with a blend of curiosity and anticipation.

"Hazel Somerset!"

Francisco addressed her, his tone laced with mockery. His piercing gaze roamed from the top to the bottom, a deliberate scrutiny that seemed to dissect her composure.

Despite the internal turmoil, Hazel maintained a facade of calmness, unwilling to let her nervousness surface. She met Francisco's gaze with a steely resolve, determined not to be affected by his taunts.

Francisco's mischievous smile persisted as he continued his banter with Hazel, complimenting her on her uniform. Despite the veiled provocations, Hazel maintained her composure. The tension in the air escalated as Francisco decided to take the interaction to a more personal level.

"You look hot in your uniform."

"Actually it suits you."

Hazel, caught in the middle, took a deep breath before responding, "Thank you for your compliments."

"Come to talk to me, Hazel," he suggested with a mysterious undertone. Rafael, standing nearby, reacted with a narrowing of his eyes, a clear signal of the underlying animosity.

"Come, Hazel. I will tell you a secret."

"You should know your limit, Francisco," Rafael warned, a clear indication of the brewing animosity between the two.

Francisco, seemingly unfazed, responded with a nonchalant, "Ah, really? We will see then."

A palpable challenge hung in the air, and Rafael, visibly angered by Francisco's audacity, tightened his jaw and took a step forward, yanking at the handcuffs restraining the infamous criminal.

Francisco, maintaining his casual demeanor, remarked, "It seems I've made you angry, Mr. Rafael."

The situation intensified as Rafael issued a stern warning, "Don't dare look at my girlfriend."

His words were laced with a possessive tone, revealing the personal stakes involved.

In response, Francisco, undeterred, probed further, "Oh, she is your girlfriend?"

His tone dipped, indicating a subtle mockery, a dangerous game played in the midst of the police station.

"Shut the f**k up," Rafael added sharply, his patience wearing thin. Determined to maintain order, he reached for Francisco to take him into custody. The tense atmosphere in the police station hung heavily, with everyone on edge.

Just as Rafael was about to apprehend Francisco, an unforeseen twist disrupted the anticipated course of events. Francisco abruptly yanked his hand free from Rafael's grasp and, to the astonishment of everyone present, encircled Hazel's neck, pulling her into an unexpected and forceful kiss that left the room in stunned silence.

Hazel, caught off guard, attempted to move away, but Francisco's grip on her cheeks tightened, rendering her momentarily speechless and unable to break free. The room, already charged with tension, now erupted into a mix of gasps and murmurs.

"You f**ker!"

"How dare you?"

Rafael's outraged voice echoed through the commotion as he lunged at Francisco, grabbing him by the neck and attempting to pry him away from Hazel. The unexpected turn of events left everyone bewildered, witnessing a public display of defiance and audacity by the notorious criminal, Francisco.

Caught in the midst of this chaotic scene, Hazel struggled to free herself from Francisco's grip, the intensity of the moment leaving her both shocked and bewildered.

'Get ready for the storm, Hazel.'

But Francisco did what he wanted.

He broke the kiss but before that he bit Hazel's lips so ferociously that it cut and bled. After biting her lips, Francisco left her.

Francisco wiped a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes narrowing as he assessed Hazel's reaction.

Hazel arched her brows while wiping the blood.

"Baby!"

Rafael moved to Hazel.

"Are you okay?"

Hazel's chest heaved with a mix of anger and betrayal. She met Francisco's intense stare with unwavering determination.

The room fell silent as Hazel's palm echoed through the air, leaving a mark on Francisco's face. Rafael stood beside Hazel, his concern evident in his eyes. Francisco's gaze, however, remained fixed on Hazel, his lips curved into a sly smile.

"I made my mark on you, Hazel."

"Now you can't run away from me," Francisco's words hung in the air, a sinister declaration that set the stage for an escalating confrontation.

Rafael, not one to tolerate such disrespect, erupted with a swift and forceful punch. Francisco staggered backward, his cheek bearing the mark of Rafael's wrath. The station, already charged with tension, braced for the impending clash between the law and the criminal mastermind.

With a fierce grip on Francisco's collar, Rafael growled, "Shut the fuck up."

"I will show you how to make a mark, bastard."

The words resonated with a promise of retribution, a pledge to make Francisco answer for his transgressions.

Rafael forcefully pulled Francisco away from the heated confrontation, the tension lingering in the air like an impending storm. Francisco's parting gaze at Hazel, filled with a sinister satisfaction, only fueled Rafael's anger further. As they retreated from the public spectacle, the weight of the confrontation hung heavily on both Hazel and Rafael.

Meanwhile, in Texas, Francisco's associate had fallen into the hands of the police. The meticulous planning and execution of their operation led to a significant breakthrough. The tendrils of Francisco's criminal empire were slowly being exposed.

In Georgia, Adam and Freddie maintained their vigilance near school. The quiet anticipation hung over them as they awaited any sign of illicit activity. The stakes were high, especially with Francisco's intricate plans and his network of associates.

Adam and Freddie, disguised as school staff, discreetly moved through the corridors. The school appeared normal, with no overt signs of illicit activities. The absence of any immediate red flags left the duo puzzled.

Adam's voice carried a tinge of uncertainty, "Freddie, it has been so long."

Freddie contemplated their situation.

"Does that mean they already know about us?"

Adam considered the possibilities, "I don't think so, Freddie. No one knows that Francisco has been caught."

Despite their attempts to blend in, an air of caution lingered. The quiet hallways held secrets, and Adam and Freddie needed to tread carefully.