Page 114 of Hunter's Revenge

“Yes. Only me.”

There’s nothing more I need to know here. Everything is still in hand to go as planned.

“It’s a shame you won’t get to tell him that I haven’t even gotten started with him yet and Diego Navarro has so much more to worry about.”

“Please let me go. I swear I will say nothing.”

Poor guy. He must have thought if he cooperated, I’d release him and let him live. He’s a fool. He doesn’t know he was dead either way the moment he set foot on the compound.Wewere obviously going to kill his ass, but so would Diego.

Even though Manuel thinks he’s alone, Diego wouldn’t have just sent one guy to watch me. So, the others will tell him we captured Manuel.

“Sorry, Manuel, I’d prefer to show you what the Knights do to spies.”

“Please, no.” His chains rattle against the wall as he panics. “Please let me go. I won’t say a word. I mean no harm.”

“So was the man you killed this morning. How about a taste of your own medicine?”

“No.”

“Leo.” I glance at Leo, who nods at me and pulls out his gun.

Manuel doesn’t get to say another word.

* * *

It’s late again when I get home.

This time, I don’t go anywhere I know people will be. I divert and make my way upstairs. When I reach the second floor, I’m tempted to go into my bedroom and see Gwen, but I don’t.

For the first time since I met her, I bridle my desire and stop myself from thinking with my dick.

I keep going up the stairs and walk into my office. It’s more like an apartment suite in here which is equipped with a separate bedroom and bathroom. It also has a separate set of stairs which leads down to the boat garage.

I’m in here every day, but I sleep in here mostly when I’m working from home and I don’t want to interrupt my workflow. At other times, I use it to get away because I could be in here for weeks and no one would know.

I could head down to the beach and take out my boat and be out to sea without anyone bothering me.

I sit in my chair and grab a bottle of scotch from the cupboard behind me.

Tonight is my wedding night. Instead of being balls deep inside my fuckable wife in my bedroom, I’m here thinking of jerking off to one of her pictures.

It’s pathetic, but today proved that staying away and keeping my ass focused is the right thing to do. I’ve come too far to screw things up.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t want her.

I switch on the video monitor and find the footage of my bedroom. There I find my wife sitting on the window bay with her little dog next to her.

She’s wearing something similar to what she had on last night, but I love her best in nothing at all. Just her.

As I stare at her, completely unknowing that I’m watching, the truth dawns on me, and I know what’s she’s done to me.

It’s not black magic, and it wasn’t the Universe.

It was her all along.

She made me fall for her.

She made me taste love.

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