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The MILFs Club: Special Delivery for my Aunt

Chapter 109: The Glove Compartment
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Chapter 109: Chapter 109: The Glove Compartment

Amy scrambled over the center console, trying to wedge herself into Alexander’s lap, in her frantic movement, her foot caught the latch of the glove compartment, causing the door to snap open

She glanced down, and her breath hitched, resting inside the compartment was the cold, black frame of Alexander’s TMC firearm "What the fuck?!" screamed Amy, flinching back against the passenger seat, her eyes wide with terror as she pointed at the dashboard "Alex! Is that a real gun?!"

"Calm down" said Alexander, his voice steady as he reached over and clicked the compartment shut "It’s mine, nothing is going to happen"

"Yours?!" cried Amy, her mind racing as she bombarded him with questions, the sexual tension evaporating in an instant "Are you a sicario? Are you a hitman? Are you doing illegal stuff, Alex? Where did you get that? Where did the Rolex come from?!"

"No" stated Alexander, shifting back into his seat and adjusting his clothes "I have a permit, it’s fully registered, and the open-carry authorization was processed legally, you don’t have to worry about that"

Amy stared at him, her chest heaving as she tried to process his calm demeanor "What the hell are you mixed up in, Alex? Just tell me the truth!"

"Nothing serious" explained Alexander, his tone nonchalant "I am just a security agent for high-profile clients, they pay very well, but some of the assignments can get a bit risky"

Amy swallowed hard, leaning forward slightly "Have you... have you killed someone?"

Alexander remained silent, his dark eyes fixed on the windshield, offering no response to her question, the quiet in the cabin grew heavy and cold "Fine" muttered Amy, her voice dripping with sudden bitterness as she buckled her seatbelt back on and adjusted her uniform skirt "If you don’t want to tell me, just say so, just take me to school"

Alexander turned the key, and the engine roared back to life "I can’t believe I just sucked your dick in a random alley, and you still don’t trust me enough to tell me the truth" muttered Amy, turning her head sharply toward the passenger window to hide the frustration in her eyes

Alexander shifted the car into gear and pulled out of the narrow alleyway, even though he cared for Amy, he had no intention of dragging her into the dark, violent reality of TMC, it was too risky, and keeping her in the dark was the only way to ensure her safety, he pressed his foot on the accelerator, driving the rest of the way to her school in a heavy, unbroken silence

The car pulled up smoothly against the curb right outside the main gates of the high school, groups of students in uniforms were milling around the entrance, chatting and holding folders for their graduation photos, Amy unbuckled her seatbelt with a sharp jerk, she grabbed her bag from the floorboard, but before she opened the passenger door, she paused and turned her head to glare at him, her green eyes flashing with a mix of hurt and anger "When you finally decide to trust me, you come look for me" said Amy, her voice shaking as she threw the words right at his face "If you aren’t going to do that, then I don’t ever want to see you again in my life!"

She slammed the car door shut with a loud bang, turning on her heel without looking back, Alexander watched through the window as her pleated skirt swayed, her rich perfume still lingering heavy in the leather seats as she disappeared into the crowd of students, Alexander let out a slow breath, his hands tightening on the steering wheel, he glanced down at his blue Rolex, put the car in drive, and accelerated away from the curb

Alexander’s phone vibrated in his pocket, he pulled it out at a red light and saw a text from Marcus, it contained a comprehensive file on his target family, the sister was named Ashley, and the mother was Jessica, according to the data, they lived deep in the slums, a sharp contrast to the wealthy hill he had just left, Ashley was currently enrolled at a nearby public high school, finishing her final year, she was technically a year older than Amy, but she had been held back due to a massive streak of unexcused absences, right below the text, Marcus sent a live GPS location along with a brief update: Ashley had just skipped her morning classes and was currently heading toward a sketchy local bar called The Iron Hide

So early in the morning? thought Alexander, his brow furrowing as he looked at the map, he glanced down at his blue Rolex, he was supposed to be heading to his own university classes right now, he stared at the steering wheel for a second, weighing his options, before a cold smirk touched his lips "To hell with it" muttered Alexander 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

University was completely unimportant compared to his business, he could easily show up later, flash his credentials, and secure a medical or administrative excuse to clear the absence, Alexander spun the steering wheel, making a sharp U-turn across the avenue, he hit the accelerator, leaving the school district behind as he navigated the car toward the decaying, gray streets of the slums

Alexander drove down the decaying streets of the slums, following the blinking blue dot on his screen, as he approached the coordinates for The Iron Hide, he noticed the GPS marker was still moving slightly, he slowed the Mercedes to a crawl, looking around, the target wasn’t inside the main bar area, the map showed her walking in a space behind the building, but there were no actual streets or public alleys marked on the grid, there must be a backroom, or some hidden corridors behind the main venue, thought Alexander, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the grimy exterior of the bar

Before opening the car door, he reached into the glove compartment and grabbed his TMC firearm, he checked the safety and slid the cold metal weapon directly into the waistband of his trousers, to make sure it was entirely hidden from sight, he unbuttoned his cuffs and untucked his shirt, letting the fabric hang loose enough to cover the grip, satisfied that the weapon was concealed, Alexander stepped out of the Mercedes, locked the doors with a quick click of his key fob, and walked toward the entrance

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