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(Vince)
“Thanks man, you're really doing us a solid. We won't forget this,” Vince advised a nervous Harry, who nodded quickly.
“Uh, anything for one of you Torettos,” Harry said, his voice wavering as he edged away from the door. Vince knew he was in deep, and if Spilner was a cop like Vince suspected then Harry was at risk of being ostracised from the racer community that patronised his business, but by doing this one little favour he could earn back Dom's good will which would protect him if the shit ever hit the proverbial fan. It showed Vince that, even if he was harbouring a cop, Harry was still a worthy part of this world.
Vince slapped his back and the guilty little man dashed off into the front of the store to lock up, determined not to be around when Spilner showed up. Vince didn't mind, in fact it suited him this way. If Harry wasn't around then there was no chance that his squirrelly behaviour could tip off the cop. Instead Brian would just waltz on through the workshop and into the back, unlock the door to his little cupboard and walk right into Vince's waiting trap. It was perfect.
He didn't have to wait long. Gods knows where pretty boy had been, not on a job for Harry and not with the clan, but wherever it was he came back shortly after dusk had fallen, creating the perfect veil for Vince's less than honest intentions. He held his breath as Brian's footfalls grew closer until finally there was a twist of the door handle. He was poised. Anticipation grew unbearable and every millisecond seemed drawn out into periods of minutes. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, drowning out the silence around him. Brian's breath caught on the other side of the door and he paused. Something had given away the presence of another human being. Vince would love to know what it was that had ruined the surprise, but right now he had to act before the god damned cop got the jump on him. The door swung open with a thunk and Vince pounced on the wary blond, grappling with him and using his entire body weight to drag Brian down onto the ground. It was there that inspiration struck.
“Get the fuck off of me!” Brian growled, his hips bucking for leverage as his legs flailed beneath Vince's body. From the way Spilner was twisting he figured the man's fighting method was all about the legs. Luckily Vince was strong all the way through his body and his own lower extremities were no exceptions. He shifted and clamped his legs around Brian's, preventing him from getting free. Brian's breathing changed and fear flickered in his bright blue eyes.
“Or what?” Vince grunted in Brian's ear, close enough to bite, or lick. “You'll arrest me?” From this close it was impossible to miss the stutter in Brian's breathing. His words had hit close as hell to home.
“Dom know you're here, Vince? He let his dog off the leash? Maybe he should get you a muzzle.”
Vince let the rage boil his blood. “Oh, you're going to wish you hadn't said that.”
Brian's panic grew and he started trying to fight off Vince, but Vince wasn't about to shift for love or money. Not when everything he wanted was underneath him grinding so provocatively against his crotch. Hell, he was an Alpha, it was only natural that the desire to fuck was paired with the fight response. At least, that's what those teachers used to tell them all in biology. Not his fault if nature was leading him in the obvious direction. The world had an abundance of Alpha males, Omegas rarely born these days, but mother nature wasn't about to let her best tool for procreation die out. It might be hard to find a true born Omega, but if you were lucky enough you could make one. All it required was an Alpha forced into submission and the right combination of chemistry. If they were lucky tonight Vince wouldn't just be bringing Brian Earl Spilner down a peg, he would be creating a vessel for the creation of new life and, as a bonus, exposing him for the backstabbing cop he was. Vince couldn't lose.
“No, Vince, not like this!” Brian realised his intention, but Vince was hardly being subtle about it. His belt was undone and he used it to secure Brian's hands to the leg of the bed. Brian fell quiet after his initial plea but never stopped his struggling, even when Vince repositioned him to make it easier for entry. He thrust away into the resting man beneath him and ejaculated sooner than he would have liked. He withdrew carefully, ignoring the pained wheezing of the man below him, and tucked his spent dick inside his jeans before heading for the door.
“Don't come back around, Spilner or whatever-your-name-is. You're a god damn undercover lowlife cop and now you're nothing but a used up hole. We got no place for scum like you.” His vehemence had been fucked out of him, his orgasm leaving him in a better mood than he'd ever been around Brian before, and he decided not to hock a wad of saliva to the ground, certain his meaning was more than felt by the sore turned out alpha lying on the floor.