"Hello, dear readers! I'm your Author-Chan, and I'm back with another exciting tale.
As usual, this story centers around an original character (OC), introducing you to the intriguing world of Yuri Akatsuki, also known as Yuri Yukimura, a spirited J...
In the morning, I found Vince glaring at me as I was leaving the house. Ignoring him, I headed back home where I found Brian still sleeping on my bed. I woke him up.
"Morning. Just got back?" He groaned and I nodded. "Hungry? I can make breakfast, Spilner," I offered with a smirk.
"Nah, let's have it outside after you take a bath. I'll fill you in on everything," Brian replied. I got ready as he suggested, and we left the house.
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(Yuri's Attire)
As Brian filled me in on his mission, one that aimed to secure his promotion, I listened intently. We discussed Dominic and whether he might be involved, and Brian wasn't entirely sure.
"Do you think Dom did it?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"Nah... I don't know. He's... He didn't give me those vibes," Brian replied. However, our conversation was interrupted by the blaring sirens of an unmarked police car.
"Brian, why are they picking you up like this?" I sighed, puzzled by the situation.
He simply shrugged, and we stepped out of the car as the police approached us, checking if we were armed. I couldn't help but wonder why I was getting dragged into this mess.
As we were cuffed and taken to an unknown location, Brian and I exchanged a few words. Brian asked, "What did we do?" but received no clear answer.
The officers eventually bring us to some undercover place, starting with Brian, who complained about the tight cuffs.
"Damn! Muse, will you take these things off? Shit! You put them on so tight," Brian groaned. I chimed in, "You bruised me."
"I like realism," The sarge replied.
Muse apologized, saying, "I'm sorry... ma'am." I couldn't help but chuckle, telling him, "Oh, shut up, you're such a drama queen!" Brian joined in with a scoff.
Muse's surprise at my wink didn't go unnoticed. I couldn't resist teasing him a bit in this peculiar situation.
As we were led into the house, Brian couldn't help but make a comment about the Sergeant's choice of location. "Nice crib, Sergeant. It's a lot nicer than the last place you confiscated," he remarked.
I chimed in, showing some knowledge about the history of the house. "Eddie Fisher built this house for Elizabeth Taylor in the '50s. How did you even manage to get it?" I asked curiously.
Sergeant Tanner explained their choice, saying, "You see, even the cops are Hollywood in Hollywood."
He went on to mention the perks of being in the police force. "And you miss. Shouldn't have left it."
"I never worked for them, I did it for my brother. Not to say I was an assassin, not police," I clarified as we entered the hall.
The Sergeant continued to tease, grinning at me. "But you still worked with the police."
