Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties - Chapter 797

Chapter 797: A Cop’s Descent into Madness
The room was thick with tension, the air so heavy it felt like it could snap at any moment. Sarah stood there, her gun trembling in her grip, the muzzle pointed right at my chest. Her eyes were wild, unhinged—the kind of look a person gets when they’ve crossed a line they can’t come back from. The kind of look that said she was one wrong word away from pulling the trigger.

“I am here to keep an eye on you,” she hissed, her voice raw with fury, “so you can’t harm others.” Her finger twitched on the trigger, her knuckles white. “I know what you are, Jack. I know what you’ve done. And I’m not letting you get away with it.”

I raised my hands slowly, my voice calm, dangerously smooth. “Officer Sarah,” I said, my tone laced with false concern, “do you even know what you’re doing?” I tilted my head, my gaze locking onto hers.

“This is called intrusion. You can’t just barge into a private residence, threaten people at gunpoint, and call it justice. That’s not how the law works—unless you’ve decided to become the criminal instead.”

Sarah’s face twisted, her grip on the gun tightening. “I don’t care,” she snarled, her voice shaking with rage.

“I know what you are. I know what you’ve done. And I’m not letting you hurt anyone else.” Her breath came in sharp, uneven gasps, her eyes darting between Marina and me. “You threatened me with my brother. You think that’s funny? You think I won’t do anything to stop you?”

Marina’s voice cut through the tension, sharp with shock. “Officer Sarah, what the fuck are you doing?!” she demanded, her eyes wide, “Are you out of your mind?!”

Ema and Eva froze, their expressions a mix of horror and disbelief. “Sarah—” Ema started, her voice low, dangerous, but Sarah cut her off with a snarl.

“Don’t move,” she warned, her gun swinging between us, her finger twitching on the trigger. “Or I will shoot. I swear to God, I will put a bullet in him right here.”

I assessed the situation in an instant. Sarah was unstable—her grip shaky, her breathing erratic, her eyes darting between us like she was one wrong move away from pulling the trigger. And while I knew Marina was protected by the Shadow Guard, Ema and Eva weren’t. I couldn’t risk it.

So I played along.

I raised my hands higher, my voice deliberately panicked, my tone laced with false urgency. “Officer Sarah, please—put the gun down,” I said, my voice trembling just enough to sell it. “This isn’t you. You’re better than this. You’re smart—you don’t want to throw your career away over a misunderstanding.”

Sarah didn’t lower the gun. “Shut up,” she snapped, her voice raw, “I know what you are. I know what you’ve done. And I’m not letting you walk away from this.” She took a step closer, her gun still steady, her eyes burning with fury.

“You think you can threaten me? You think you can toy with me and get away with it?” Her breath hitched, her voice dropping into a dark, venomous whisper. “I will end you, Jack. I will make sure you rot in a cell for the rest of your pathetic life.”

I took a slow, deliberate breath. “Fine,” I said, my voice steady, “but they have nothing to do with this.” I gestured toward Marina, Ema, and Eva, my expression pleading.

“Please… let Marina and the maids leave. They’re innocent. They don’t deserve to be caught in the crossfire of whatever vendetta you’ve got against me.”

Sarah hesitated, her eyes flicking to Marina before locking back onto me. “Don’t call anyone,” she warned, her voice a dark promise, “or he dies.” She swallowed hard, her grip on the gun tightening. “I mean it, Jack. One wrong move, and I will pull this trigger.”

Marina’s jaw clenched, but she nodded, her voice tight. “Ema. Eva. Inside.”

Ema shot me one last, worried glance before ushering Eva toward the bedroom, her arm wrapped protectively around the younger woman’s shoulders. “It’s okay, mi niña,” she murmured, her voice low, “we’ll be fine.” The door clicked shut behind them, leaving me alone with Sarah—and her gun.

She didn’t lower it. Instead, she took a step back, her free hand gesturing toward the sofa. “Sit,” she ordered, her voice sharp, “and don’t try anything.”

I obeyed, sinking onto the couch, my hands resting on my knees, my posture non-threatening—for now. Sarah kept the gun trained on me as she moved to the opposite side, sitting down with the weapon still steady in her grip.

For a long moment, she just stared at me, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. Then, her lips curled into a bitter smirk. “Where’s that arrogant Mr. Jack now?” she asked, her voice dripping with venom.

“The one who threatened me? The one who laughed in my face like he owned the world?” She leaned forward slightly, her eyes burning with fury. “You’re nothing without your money and your connections, Jack. Just a murderer who’s about to get what he deserves.”

I met her gaze, my expression sobering. “He’s right here,” I said, my voice low, “but he’s smart enough to know when to play along.”

Sarah’s finger tightened on the trigger. “You think this is a game?” she hissed, her voice trembling with rage. “You think I won’t pull this trigger?” She took a sharp breath, her voice dropping into a dark, deadly whisper. “I will shoot you, Jack. I will watch you bleed on this floor if it means stopping you.”

I didn’t flinch. “Then why haven’t you?” I asked, my voice deadly calm, “If you’re so sure I’m a monster, why are you hesitating?”

Sarah’s grip on the gun trembled, her knuckles white, her breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. “I’m not hesitating,” she hissed, her voice raw with fury. “I’m waiting. Waiting for you to slip up. Waiting for you to prove what I already know.”

I leaned back on the sofa, my smirk deepening as I studied her—the way her chest heaved, the way her eyes burned with a mix of hatred and something darker, something desperate. She was beautiful like this—unhinged, dangerous, the kind of woman who didn’t know when to back down. And I loved it.

“And what if I don’t?” I drawled, my voice smooth, taunting.

Her eyes flashed, her voice a dark, venomous promise. “Then I’ll make you.”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “If this is your plan,” I said, my voice dripping with amusement, “I have to say, Officer Sarah… you’re quite dumb.”

Her face twisted, her grip on the gun tightening. “What?”

I leaned forward slightly, my grin turning feral. “Even if you actually arrest me,” I said, my voice low, “even if you prove I killed all those people—” I shrugged, my smirk never wavering. “Do you really think I’d stay in jail?” I let out a dark, amused laugh. “I’d be out instantly.”

Sarah’s breath hitched, her voice trembling with rage. “You’re delusional—”

“No,” I cut her off, my voice smooth, “I’m realistic.” I leaned back again, my fingers steepling. “You think there’s anyone in this world who doesn’t love free money?” I chuckled, my grin widening.

“I’d bribe the judges. The prosecutors. The guards.” My voice dropped into a darker, more dangerous tone. “And if money doesn’t work?” I paused, letting the silence hang between us. “There’s always something more valuable.”

Sarah’s eyes narrowed, her voice a snarl. “Not everyone is corrupt like you think.”