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A Life in DC
Chapter 13 - Part 3
Harley hopped up onto a crate, thick thighs swinging, still flushed. "I can do quiet. Quiet means more time for this." She gestured vaguely at his crotch with a still-sticky hand. "But if I get bored I'm still calling you Daddy and showing up anyway. Fair warning."
Ivy leaned against the support beam again, full heavy tits rising under the green suit with a slow breath. The vines on her wrists curled once. "The Green can wait two weeks. After that we revisit what he is and what he is for. Seed doesn't stay patient forever."
Selina finished adjusting the zipper of her catsuit and looked at him directly. Rainwater still beaded on the black leather across her thick thighs and firm ass. "We'll hold to it. As long as you hold to your side. Regular. Exclusive enough that we're not tripping over random detectives every time we turn around. That part matters."
"That's the deal," Vieri said.
Harley grinned, still flushed and shiny in places. "Deal. Now somebody help me find my other boot. I think it landed in a puddle near the door."
They spent another few minutes gathering the rest of their things—gloves, discarded tops, a boot that had indeed landed in a shallow pool near the door. The warehouse felt different now—less charged, more like the aftermath of a long argument that had ended the only way it was ever going to end. The smell of sex still hung heavy under the diesel and rain, mixed with wet leather and the faint green scent that always clung to Ivy. Selina stayed closest to him while the other two moved around collecting their gear. Her firm ass still looked slightly reddened under the tight black leather when she bent to pick up a discarded glove. The handprints from earlier had faded to a dull flush but were still visible if you knew where to look. She caught him watching and raised an eyebrow, one corner of her mouth lifting in something that wasn't quite a smile.
"You're staring."
"You left a note on my kitchen table with your panties," he said. "Staring is the least complicated part of this."
A short, real laugh left her—low and brief, the kind she didn't let out often. She stepped in closer, close enough that he could smell the mix of her perfume, leather, sex, and the rain still on her skin. Her full C-cup tits brushed his chest through the half-open catsuit when she spoke quietly, voice meant only for him.
"Don't make me regret forcing that line out of you. I meant it. I want it to stay true."
"You won't," Vieri said. "It stays true."
Harley called from across the space, already hopping on one foot while she pulled her second boot on. Her heavy D-cup tits bounced under the low-cut top with the movement. "Are you two done being weird and soft over there? Because I want food and then I want to sleep for twelve hours. My cunt's still twitching and I'm starving. In that order."
Ivy was already near the side door. She paused with one hand on the rusted frame, vines shifting slightly around her wrists. Her head tilted a fraction, red hair damp and sticking to her neck and the tops of her full heavy tits under the green suit. The posture was different—less of the cool mystical stillness she used when she talked about the Green and seed. Sharper. Listening.
"Wait," she said.
The tone cut through the leftover haze in the warehouse. Selina's posture changed immediately. Her thick thighs tensed under the catsuit. The firm line of her shoulders went tight. "What?"
Ivy's eyes narrowed. The faint green glow under her skin pulsed once, low and visible even in the dim light. "Geometric residue. Fresh. Close." She stepped out into the rain without waiting for an answer, bare feet ignoring the cold water on the concrete. The other two followed at once. Vieri stayed half a step behind them under the leaking overhang, rain already starting to soak the shoulders of his shirt again.
The docks were still dark and wet. Rain turned the old pier lights into smeared yellow streaks across the black water and the stacked containers. Ivy walked ten paces out onto the open concrete, stopped, and crouched. She pressed one palm flat to the ground. A thin vine snaked out from her wrist, touched the same spot, and tasted whatever was left there. Her full heavy tits shifted under the green suit with the movement. Rain ran down her red hair and over the curves of her breasts.
"Zodiac," she said after a few seconds, voice flat. "Or someone using her patterns. The residual is less than an hour old. Someone warped space right here and left again. Clean exit. No waste."
Harley's heavy D-cup tits rose with a sharp breath under the thin top. Water beaded on the soft upper curves. "The geometry bitch who just broke out of transport? The one on the news with the glowing runes and the bridge?"
"The same," Ivy answered. She stood slowly. Rain ran down her red hair and over the full heavy tits straining the green material, soaking the fabric until it clung even tighter. "She tried to turn my networks into circuit boards once. Forced geometry onto living systems. She failed. If she's moving this close to a place we use—on the same night we meet him—it's not coincidence."
Selina's jaw tightened. Water beaded on the black leather across her thick thighs and the firm, round ass still carrying the faint flush from earlier. Her full C-cups rose under the open zipper as she took a breath. "She's either watching us or watching him." She glanced at Vieri, eyes sharp. "Or both. Timing's too clean."
Vieri felt the familiar low static of his other-life knowledge turn over in the back of his mind. Zodiac. Geometry. Power through patterns, sacred architecture, and warped space. She had history with both Ivy and Selina in the old stories—failed attempts to use their domains, old grudges, overlapping interests in things that didn't belong to ordinary people. And she had just pulled a clean, brutal rescue from a federal convoy while the Queens were already distracted by him and the deal.
"She's free less than a day and already leaving traces on your doorstep," he said. Rain ran down his face. "That doesn't feel random. She either followed you here or she knew you'd be here."
Ivy's vines curled tighter around her wrists, leaving faint marks again. "It isn't random. The Green felt the distortion earlier in the evening but I dismissed it as city noise—old subway lines, storm drains, the usual static. This is deliberate. She wanted us to know she was close."
Harley bounced once on her toes, thick thighs flexing under the short shorts, but the usual bright energy was edged with something sharper and less playful. Rain ran down between her heavy tits. "So the quiet deal just got harder. Great. Love that for us. Two weeks of laying low and now the geometry psycho is leaving calling cards on our meet spot."
Selina looked at Vieri again. Rain ran down the open V of her catsuit and between her full C-cups in slow trails. Her thick thighs shifted. "Two weeks of quiet just became more complicated. If Zodiac is circling, we may not get the luxury of laying low the way you want. If she pushes, we push back. That's not optional."
"Then we adjust," Vieri said. "You still keep the big public scores off the table. No headlines. No viral anything. Handle Zodiac quiet if you can. I'll do the same on my side with the task force. The breathing room still matters. IA still needs to see a clean stretch."
Ivy turned her face into the rain for a second, letting it run over her closed eyes and down the curves of her full heavy tits, then looked back at them. "I'll track the residue. If she's building another pattern amplifier in the city—something that forces geometry onto living networks—I'll know. The Green doesn't like that kind of violation. It remembers the last time."
Harley wiped rain off her heavy tits with both hands and tugged the low-cut top higher, though it did little to contain them. "Can we track her tomorrow? I'm sore, wet, and starving. In that order. My thighs are still shaking and I want a burger the size of my head."
Selina gave Vieri one last long look. The rain plastered a few strands of dark hair to her cheek and the side of her neck. Her full C-cups rose and fell under the open catsuit. "Go home. Sleep. We'll hold the deal as long as we can. If Zodiac forces our hand you'll hear about it the same way you heard about everything else—quietly, and with a demand attached."
She turned and walked into the rain without waiting for an answer, firm ass rolling under the tight black leather, thick thighs cutting through the wet dark between the stacked containers. Harley fell in beside her a second later, still complaining about food and sore thighs and how geometry bitches had no sense of timing. Ivy lingered a few seconds longer, eyes on the spot where the residual energy still clung to the concrete then followed the other two into the rain without another word.
Vieri stood under the leaking overhang and watched them disappear between the stacked containers and rusted cranes. The rain kept falling in heavy sheets. Somewhere farther out on the water a foghorn groaned again, long and low. He could still smell them on his skin—leather, green things, cheap candy-sweet perfume, sex, and cum—even as the rain tried to wash it away.
He turned and started the walk back to his car.
The deal was made.
The favorite line was out of his mouth.
And the city had already put a new problem on the table before the rain could even wash the old one away.
Vieri walked the two blocks back to his car with the rain soaking through his shirt and the last of the warehouse heat still in his muscles. The docks were quiet except for the water running in rivers between the concrete slabs and the occasional groan of metal in the wind. His boots splashed through puddles. He unlocked the door, climbed in, and sat for a moment with both hands on the wheel before starting the engine. The wipers dragged across the wet glass in a steady rhythm, smearing the yellow sodium lights. He pulled away from the curb and headed inland, taillights cutting red through the rain.
He did not see the two figures on the roof of the neighboring warehouse.
Stephanie Brown crouched behind a rusted vent stack, purple-and-black Spoiler suit wet and clinging from the rain. The material hugged her full D-cup tits tightly; every breath made them rise and fall a little faster than normal under the soaked fabric. Water beaded on the curves of her thick, rounded ass and ran down the solid lines of her thighs in thin trails. She had the small pair of binoculars pressed to her eyes, tracking Vieri's car until the taillights disappeared between the stacked containers and the rain swallowed the red glow completely.
"He's gone," she whispered. Her voice was low but still carried a residual edge of disbelief.
Cassandra Cain stood a few feet to her left, completely still in the black Orphan suit. The material clung to her compact, athletic frame like a second skin—narrow waist, powerful thighs, firm rounded ass that barely shifted even when she adjusted her weight on the wet rooftop. Rain ran down the sleek lines of her body without seeming to bother her at all. She signed once, sharp and clear in the low light, hands steady despite the water.
We saw enough.
Stephanie lowered the binoculars and wiped rain off her face with the back of her glove. Her cheeks were flushed under the mask, visible even in the dim yellow spill from the distant pier lights. She shifted her weight and the Spoiler suit pulled tighter across her full tits and the thick curve of her ass. "Enough is one word for it. Jesus, Cass. I thought the raid audio was bad. That was… live. Right in front of us. All three of them. On their knees at the end. Marked. Still hungry. And he just walked away."
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