Kage approached his BMW R nineT Scrambler, the motorcycle a striking blend of vintage charm and modern edge. Its matte black finish absorbed the glow of the streetlights, while the retro round headlight and minimalist bodywork added to its rugged allure. The dual exhaust pipes and knobby tires hinted at the machine's off-road capability, a perfect reflection of Kage's own adaptability and precision.
Swinging a leg over the bike, he settled into the seat, the leather creaking softly under his weight. As he reached for the handlebars, his pocket vibrated. Pulling out a futuristic transparent smartphone, the screen lit up with a holographic projection of the caller: Iris West.
With a light tap on the screen, the call connected. Kage's voice was calm, low, and steady. "Hello, this is Kage."
A woman's voice came through, smooth yet edged with mild impatience. "You know I'm waiting for you at Kildare Island. It's been a month since I an looking after the boy John B and his missing father Bug John."
Kage's lips curved into a faint smile as he replied, "I'm coming. Just wait a bit longer."
Her tone shifted, becoming playful and flirtatious. "I can't wait to see you again."
Kage hummed softly, the sound carrying a mix of reassurance and intrigue. "Okay," he murmured, before ending the call with a quick swipe. The holographic screen disappeared as he slipped the phone back into his jacket.
Alexander inserted the key into the ignition switch located on the right side of the bike, just below the handlebar. Turning the key to the "ON" position, he watched the dashboard light up, displaying the instrument cluster with the speedometer, tachometer, and other indicators.
He pressed the starter button on the right handlebar, holding it until the engine roared to life. The characteristic growl of the BMW R nineT Scrambler's engine filled the air, a deep, throaty rumble resonating from the machine.
He adjusted his gloves, leaned forward slightly, and revved the throttle, the sound cutting through the silence like a promise. Moments later, he took off, the bike gliding seamlessly onto the road, its headlight carving a path through the shadows as Kage disappeared into the night, his thoughts already on the journey ahead
The roar of Kage's motorcycle echoed across the vast estate as he approached, the setting sun casting a fiery glow over the horizon. The Kildare Island estate stood majestic, framed by the golden hues of dusk, its sprawling gardens whispering in the soft breeze. Kage dismounted, the low hum of the bike fading into silence, and he ran a hand through his hair before walking toward the grand entrance, the crunch of gravel beneath his boots punctuating the stillness.
As he stepped inside, the dim light from the tall windows bathed the interior in a warm, amber glow. His eyes landed on her—a vision of allure standing by the poolside. She has medium brown skin and a well-defined face with soft features. Her skin seemed to shimmer in the evening light, smooth and radiant, complementing her elegant yet striking features. Dark hair was swept into an intricate updo, with loose strands cascading softly to frame her face, exuding both poise and intimacy. High cheekbones and an angular jawline enhanced her beauty, while her piercing gaze locked on him with quiet intensity.
She wore a black halter bikini top with a knotted front, the fabric clinging to her form with understated elegance. Her leopard-print bikini bottom, tied at the sides, added a wild and playful edge, accentuating her curves. With a posture both confident and relaxed, she turned slightly, her figure catching the light just so, and Kage couldn't help but notice the effortless grace in the sway of her hips.
The woman smiled warmly and moved toward him, her steps light yet deliberate. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around him his neck in an intimate hug, pulling him close.
Kage pulled her close, his hands instinctively sliding down the curve of her back until they rested on her ass. The touch was firm, deliberate—possessive in a way that made her smirk against his shoulder.
"Iris," he murmured, his voice low and steady. "It's good to see you."
Iris Horton, renowned investigative journalist and the daughter of district attorney Cecile Horton, she is variant of Iris West from Flash TV show parents are the same and even has brother. But no Barry Allen.
Feeling his hands lingering on her ass, Iris leaned in closer, her lips brushing his ear as her smirk deepened. Her voice dropped to a teasing whisper, laced with amusement and just the right amount of seduction."I can see that."
She stepped back, her laughter soft but teasing, and began to lead him deeper into the estate, her hips swaying with a deliberate rhythm that drew his attention. Glancing back over her shoulder, she spoke with a mix of admiration and amusement. "When you asked me to look into this John B kid and his father, I didn't expect to end up in a place like this," she said, gesturing to the lavish surroundings.
Kage chuckled, his tone warm yet measured. "I wanted my favorite private investigator to feel at home—no discontent, no distractions."
Iris shot him a flirtatious wink before stepping onto the pool's edge. The water reflected her as she lowered herself gracefully, the cool surface coming to rest just at her stomach. She tilted her head back, her hair catching the light, and smiled invitingly. "Come on, Kage," she purred. "Cool off a little."
Kage made his way to the changing area, slipping into a pair of swimming trunks before joining her in the pool. The water was refreshing, a perfect contrast to the lingering heat of the day. He swam closer, his focus narrowing on her as he asked, "So, what do you have for me about John Routledge?"
Kage swam to the side of the pool, his arms resting casually on the edge as he leaned back slightly. Submerged up to his upper chest, the water traced a comfortable line across his toned frame, the cool water easing the tension in his muscles after the day's exertions.
Iris's lips curved into a mischievous smile as she swims to him and straddled him in one fluid motion.
Kage's breath hitched as Iris settled on him, her movements deliberate and tantalizing. The pool's cool water contrasted with the heat radiating from her body as it pressed against his. Her fingers trailed over his shoulders, leaving a path of warmth that heightened his awareness of every ripple, every subtle shift.
The water rippled around them as her hips began to shift, her ass brushing against him with deliberate provocation. Her lips hovered near his ear, her warm breath sending a shiver down his spine. "You seem tense," she murmured, her tone both sultry and teasing. Her hips continued their slow rhythm, testing his composure with every calculated shift.
Kage's jaw clenched as he fought to suppress a smirk. "You're not exactly helping," he replied, his voice a low rumble that matched the fire sparking between them.
Kage's hands instinctively found their place, cupping her ass with firm possession. Her skin was slick and warm beneath his grip, her movements slow and intoxicating.
As Kage's hands firmly kneaded her supple ass, his grip sending a clear message of possession, his voice dropped to a low, commanding tone. "Now tell me," he demanded, his piercing gaze locking onto hers.
A soft moan escaped her lips, barely audible but charged with heat. She leaned in, her voice a sultry whisper against his ear. "He was chasing the Royal Merchant, and someone with deep pockets was funding him. Whoever it was, they've kept their identity locked tight. But there's more." She paused, letting her words hang in the air as she pressed closer, her breath warm against his neck. "Around the time of his disappearance, two men started poking around the area, two men were seen sniffing around, asking questions. They weren't locals."
Kage's expression darkened with thought, his mind working through the implications of her words even as his hands remained firm on her ass. Iris, ever perceptive, caught the flicker of intensity in his gaze. Her lips curved into a sly, mischievous smile as she shifted closer, her body pressing against his. She tilted her head slightly, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper. "But enough business for now, Kage. Relax a little. You deserve it."
Without hesitation, Kage leaned in and captured her lips with his own, the kiss deep and consuming. Their tongues danced together, a battle for dominance that neither seemed eager to lose. His hands gripped her ass more firmly, kneading her flesh as her soft moans vibrated into the kiss, fueling the fire between them.
The need for air eventually forced them apart, their breathing ragged as they stared at each other, the tension between them palpable. Iris's chest heaved as she tried to steady herself, but Kage wasn't done. His voice was low, almost a growl, as he asked, "Who are these men?"
Iris didn't answer immediately. Instead, she trailed soft kisses along his chest, her lips brushing against his damp skin before moving up to his neck. Her voice was sultry, each word punctuated by the warmth of her breath against his ear. "Kevin Ratter and David Cruz. Both are mercenaries," she murmured. "They're working for Jo Braddock—a treasure hunter and mercenary herself. It seems her team is sniffing around, trying to see if Routledge really found the treasure or if it's just a wild goose chase."
Kage hummed in acknowledgment, his mind processing the new information. But his focus was split, his attention pulled by the woman in his arms and the intoxicating mix of her lips on his skin and her body pressed against his. He silenced her with another kiss, his lips claiming hers once more. This time, the kiss was hungrier, more primal, as his hands slid to her thighs and then back to her ass.
With effortless strength, he lifted her from the water, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Water dripped from their bodies as he carried her, his lips never leaving hers, the heat between them intensifying with every step. The cool air of the estate hall barely registered as he made his way to his room, pushing the door open with his shoulder.