He closed the door behind him and the click sounded like a deсision. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured, stepping closer. I felt the hеat оf his breath on my neck before he even touched me. His fingers lifted mу chin— not gently— and he whispered, “Tell me tо stop.” I didn’t. He lowered his mouth to my throat— just as footstеps echоеd in the hallway. FULL STORY IN MY TELEGRAM
On June 22, 40-year-old Andrew Brown was riding his bike on Fairacres Road when he was struck and killed by a black Cadillac. He died at the scene — abandoned.
The killer? Meet Kimberly Skaggs, former treasurer of the Republican Party of New Mexico. No instinct to stop. No instinct to help or to dial for an ambulance. Just flee and try to cover her tracks. A judge just ruled she’s staying in jail ahead of trial.
Investigators used Flock surveillance cameras to trace the vehicle back to Skaggs, who allegedly took off after hitting him. At the crash site: a shattered bike, scattered car debris, and 208 feet of skid marks — nearly the length of a football field.
This isn’t her first instance of reckless-driving. She’s been hauled into NM court SIX times for speeding, including a 2025 case where she was allegedly clocked at 88 mph in a 35 mph zone — dismissed only because prosecutors no-showed. Nearly every citation, conveniently dropped.
Prosecutors say that after killing Brown, instead of calling for help, Skaggs hid the car at another property. Once police got a warrant, they found blood spatter, missing parts, and tire marks matching the bike. She didn’t turn herself in until June 24 — two days later.
She’s now facing felony charges for leaving the scene of a fatal accident and tampering with evidence.
A party that built its brand on “law and order” keeps producing leaders who are amoral and criminal to their core.
Kimberly Skaggs, the treasurer for the Republican Party of New Mexico, is charged with leaving the scene of a deadly crash and tampering wit
bakugou katsuki x reader, multi-chapter series, 18+ only
The underworld of Houston is a living thing, a being that breathes down your neck, drips down your throat, fists its dirty fingers in your hair. On the outskirts of the city, on a stretch of hot, unforgiving pavement, engines scream and money changes hands. Names don't. This side of the city won't ever ask how you got there, or if you're staying. All it tells you is to hold on tight.
a/n: this fic is one of my favorite things i've ever written. i am so excited to be sharing it with all of you! please find all the chapters below, and enjoy :)
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Chapter I: It Goes Down Easy - Carmen stops by The Office to trade a proposition for two shots of house tequila. Welcome to the secret underbelly of Houston.
Chapter II: House Shows 17 - You discuss the merits of gambling with your boss, and Katsuki shows you exactly what 650 horsepower feels like in your chest.
Chapter III: Like a Junkyard Dog - coming soon - Katsuki feels like he's going fucking insane, and he's never been closer to punching his best friend. At least he has birria and Bud Light.
Matthew S. Cuppett, 33, Pathways Counseling counselor, a ministry of the Baptist Children's Home and Family Services of Illinois (BFCHFS), h
Matthew S. Cuppett, 33, Pathways Counseling counselor, a ministry of the Baptist Children's Home and Family Services of Illinois (BFCHFS), has been charged w felony child grooming, 2 felony counts sexual exploitation of a child & 2 misdemeanor counts sexual exploitation of a child.