Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties - Chapter 741

Chapter 741: Yelena’s Heartbeat
Yelena didn’t look back. Instead, her gaze locked onto me through the small window in the door, her voice low and urgent. “Jack, take care of her,” she said, her eyes burning with intensity. “I can’t live like this—always a target. Let me end this once and for all.” Her voice softened, just for a second. “And Claire… leave the job. Be with Jack. Don’t be stubborn.”

Claire’s voice was a scream, her eyes filling with tears. “You crazy bitch—come back!”

I didn’t hesitate.

I stepped forward, my hand striking Claire’s temple with precise force. She crumpled, unconscious, into my arms. I turned to Natalya, my voice firm. “Take care of her, wife.”

Natalya didn’t question me. She nodded, her expression serious as she took Claire from my arms. “Polina, get everyone out. Now,” she ordered, her voice leaving no room for argument.

Polina’s eyes flicked to me, her voice urgent. “Where are you going? We need to get out of here—”

I met Natalya’s gaze, my voice steady. “Take everyone. Go. Don’t worry about me.”

The villa was a storm of fire and collapsing debris, the air thick with smoke and the acrid scent of burning metal. I flew forward using telekinesis, my body shielded by an invisible barrier as I crashed through the shattered remains of the door.

The helicopter was already lifting off, its rotors slicing through the air, but I didn’t let it escape. With a surge of power, I stopped the blades mid-spin, sending the aircraft crashing back down onto the villa in a deafening explosion of fire and twisted metal.

But my focus wasn’t on the wreckage.

It was on her.

Yelena was climbing the stairs toward the helipad, her movements desperate, her gun gripped tightly in her hand. But the explosions had already begun.

The staircase beneath her groaned, then splintered, the concrete and steel giving way under the force of the blasts. She was trapped in the corner, her back pressed against the crumbling wall, her eyes wide with shock and fury.

“Sister Yelena!” I called out, my voice cutting through the chaos.

She jerked at the sound, her voice a snarl. “Jack?! What the fuck are you doing here?! Get out now! Where is that bitch Natalya? How did she let you come here—?”

She couldn’t see me—not yet—but my AI Lens pierced through the smoke and debris, showing me her exact location. The fire roared around her, the heat intense, but she stood her ground, her gun still gripped tightly in her hand, her knuckles white.

“Jack, please—” Her voice cracked, raw with desperation. “Leave here while you can!”

I smirked, my voice steady despite the chaos. “I’m not leaving without you.”

“You’ll die here!” she snapped, her voice breaking. “Get out of here! Claire is still waiting for you out there! That bitch will kill me if something happens to you! So please—”

I chuckled, my voice low but firm. “This is the best way to win a beauty’s heart, you know. How could I leave?”

She let out a frustrated growl. “You fool—don’t you know how Claire feels about you? Get out of here! You have Claire and others who care about you! I have no one—”

My voice turned sharp, my patience wearing thin. “You have no one?” I repeated, my voice rising. “What about Claire? What about me? Do we not matter?”

She didn’t answer. She didn’t have to.

I reached out with my telekinesis, carefully moving the smaller pieces of debris away from her. “Stay back. I’m going to clear this out.”

The staircase was a mess of broken concrete and twisted rebar, the structure groaning under its own weight. I focused my power, my muscles straining as I tore the largest piece of the broken staircase away, creating a path for her. The effort sent a shockwave of dust and debris flying, but when it settled, I saw her—her eyes red with tears, her face streaked with soot and blood, her chest heaving with ragged breaths.

“You’re really a fool, you know that?” she yelled, her voice trembling.

I pushed harder, my telekinesis straining as I moved the last of the debris. But as I did, the floor above us groaned—a deep, ominous sound—then collapsed.

Yelena looked up just in time, her eyes widening in horror.

I didn’t hesitate.

I lunged forward, grabbing her hand and yanking her toward me. Her body crashed into mine, her chest pressing against me as she let out a surprised moan—”Aaaah—!”

We both fell back as the floor above us crashed down, the impact sending a cloud of dust and debris billowing around us. I wrapped my arms around her, shielding her as I stood up, my telekinesis already propelling us backward.

The villa was filling with smoke, the air thick and suffocating. Yelena started coughing, her body trembling against mine. I didn’t stop. I ran toward the large window, my telekinesis shattering the glass as I leapt through, taking the brunt of the impact as we hit the ground.

Yelena was in shock, her breath ragged as she looked up at me. “You—you’re okay?”

I nodded, my chest heaving.

She let out a shaky breath. “Great.”

Then, without warning, my hand flew out and slapped her ass—hard.

“Aaah—!” she yelped, her body jolting.

I did it again, my voice sharp. “You really have a death wish, don’t you?” I growled. “How can you say you have no one who worries about you?”

Yelena’s eyes locked onto mine, her expression unreadable. Then, suddenly, she leaned in and kissed me—her lips crashing against mine with a desperation that stole my breath. She pulled back just as quickly, her chest heaving, her voice a ragged whisper.

“Don’t think too much…” she panted. “It’s just a thank you… from your sister.”

I was stunned.

Her eyes… they held the same look as the others—Julie, Natalya—that raw, unguarded emotion. I checked her favorability—100.

Fuck.

This was the first time I’d made someone’s favorability reach 100… without even having sex with her.

And Yelena?

She was mine.

But before I could say anything, she pushed away from me, her expression shifting back into that familiar smirk. “Don’t get ideas, bratik,” she said, her voice teasing but her eyes still burning with something deeper. “I’m still your sister.”

I grinned, my hand reaching out to ruffle her hair. “Oh, sister,” I said, my voice low. “You’re so much more than that.”

She rolled her eyes, but she didn’t pull away.

And I wasn’t letting her go.