Page 14 of Hunter's Revenge

I stepped in because there was no motherfucking way I was going to let them have what I so chivalrously declined.

Duke was going to take her home, but I offered to do it.

When I got her there, the craziness really began, and Miss Gwen St. James started telling me about her passion for designing lingerie while she stripped completely naked.

That was the second time I‘d been in the presence of the woman in all her goddess glory and didn’t touch her decadent body the way I wanted to.

After straddling me with her tits bouncing in my face, she insisted on sleeping on her sofa.

While I was hoping she’d be the kind of drunk who spills all her secrets and hopefully confirm being Santiago’s daughter, nothing of the sort happened.

Nothing else happened either. Now I’m hard as fuck with the memory of her body engraved in my mind.

I’m not going to lie to myself; I want to fuck her.

Seeing her again just now wrapped in that blanket made me want to unwrap her and take her up on her drunken offer to fuck.

Even with her friend there, I wanted to bend her over the table and fuck her brains out. It took everything in me last night to keep my distance. That’s why I stayed upstairs.

Now I’m reconfiguring my mind and setting myself back on track to where I need to be.

So far, all I know is Gwencouldbe Santiago’s daughter, which would make her my ticket to getting what I want. That’s what I need to remember.

I continue down the road for another ten minutes, then verge onto the path that will take me down to the beach house.

When I told Duke the place was perfect, I meant it. The beach house is far away from everyone and near the caves. It’s essentially private. As the weather is also temperamental, I still have some time before the surfers, sailors, and fishermen populate the rest of the beach.

Like any sailor, I love being at the sea. Wrightsville Beach is perfect for an ex-Navy man like me, but as I hope to wrap up my mission sooner rather than later I don’t have time to explore.

I pull up at the two-story beach house minutes later and jump out of my truck.

Sand and gravel crunch beneath my boots as I walk up to the door, which is already open. That means Zakh, my brother, has been out early.

I’m more than grateful he agreed to accompany me on this trip. He’s my best chance of success.

Although I could track my assailants back to the Navarro Cartel and found out Santiago had a daughter living here in Wilmington from an email I hacked, the way my brother works is unique. I don’t know anyone—not even me—who can hack a system the way he can.

I was an intelligence analyst and cryptologist in the Navy, but Zakh is a world-class hacker with skills no one has ever seen or dreamed of.

It was he who narrowed the possibilities down to Gwen and the other two women.

The email correspondence I found had all sorts of encryptions, but I got through them. Attached to the message was a copy of Santiago’s revised will labelled exactly that and stating that his daughter should be the sole beneficiary of everything he owns. It then went on to list his assets.

The body of the email stated that if and when he died her name and address in Wilmington would be forwarded to them.

That’s all it said. It was plenty to set me on my path but still not enough information.

Neither Zakh nor I could establish who the message was sent to.

When we tracked the IP address it went to a remote location that was probably hidden with more encryption at the time of receipt so it couldn’t be tracked.

I can only assume that something must have happened to the person who received the message, and no one else besides Zakh and me have seen the email Santiago sent. The Navarros are aware of his daughters existence and of the will change but as far as I know none of them have ever been seen in Wilmington looking for her.

According to the will’s provisions they would have definitely wanted to find her if they knew she was here. That snip bit of being in Wilmington was however in the email not the will itself. Another clever device of the cartel king.

The fact that we couldn’t find more than what we did showed the lengths Santiago went through to keep his daughter off everybody’s radar.

It was clear that as much as he’d left provisions for her to inherit everything, he knew the danger she’d be in if people knew who she was and he wasn’t around to protect her.

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