Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties - Chapter 799

Chapter 799: Calling Carolina
My jaw clenched, the muscle in my cheek twitching. “He threatened her grandmother, who was sick and needed treatment. Marina only had her store, but Tony’s men harassed her customers. No one dared to buy from her. And when a tourist—just some innocent man—asked her out?” My voice turned cold, almost lifeless.

“They killed him. Right outside her shop. Left his body there like a warning.” I exhaled sharply, my breath hot against her skin. “Do you know how hard it was for her to survive after that? How alone she was?”

Sarah’s breath came in sharp, uneven gasps, her body tensing in my arms, her fingers digging into my shirt.

“I was so angry when I found out,” I continued, my voice a dark growl, my grip on her tightening just enough to make her feel it.

“And the day I met her in the store… Tony’s men came. They saw me. So I chopped them up.” My voice was flat, almost clinical.

“With my sword. Right there in the street. No hesitation. No remorse.”

Sarah’s eyes widened, her breath coming faster, her body trembling against mine.

“Later, when Tony found out…” I murmured, my voice dropping into something dangerous, almost hypnotic.

“He came for revenge. Came to Marina’s house. To kill me. To take her.” My grip on Sarah tightened, my voice a dark whisper, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Do you know what happened to Tony in the end?”

She didn’t answer, but I could feel her pulse racing, her breath shallow and quick.

“He came to kill me,” I said, my voice cold, almost detached. “So I had him chopped into pieces.” My voice was flat, my tone leaving no room for doubt.

“And fed to dogs.” I pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, my eyes dark with something primitive, something unstoppable. “Don’t take that as a metaphor, Sarah. It’s reality.”

Sarah’s breath came in sharp, uneven gasps, her body trembling in my arms, her eyes wide with a mix of horror and something else—fascination, maybe, or the sickening realization that she was standing in the same room as a man who had done things she couldn’t even comprehend.

“So you’re telling me you’re the devil?” she whispered, her voice shaking, her body rigid against mine.

I didn’t flinch. I didn’t look away. “I’m the devil,” I murmured, my voice a dark promise, my fingers brushing her cheek, tilting her chin up so she had no choice but to meet my gaze. “To those who come in my way.”

I pulled back slightly, my voice softening, almost gentle. “Just think about it, Sarah…” I murmured, my thumb tracing the line of her jaw, my voice a dark, velvety whisper.

“If I really wanted to harm your brother…” My voice was gentle, almost amused, but with an edge of something darker, something final.

“I would’ve already done it.” I chuckled, low and dark, my smirk returning. “I was just teasing you.” My fingers tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet my gaze. “Okay?”

Sarah’s breath hitched, her body still tense in my arms, but something in her eyes shifted—something broke. The gun in her hand felt heavier now, her finger no longer twitching on the trigger. She wasn’t fighting me anymore. She was listening. And for the first time, she was understanding—not just the words, but the weight behind them.

I pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, my voice dropping into something quieter, more intimate. “Do you really think I did something wrong?”

Sarah’s lips pressed into a thin line, her voice trembling but firm. “But you can’t take the law into your own hands,” she said, her voice raw with conflict. “No matter what, you’re still a criminal.”

I didn’t deny it. Instead, I let my smirk soften, my voice taking on a tone of false righteousness, my fingers still brushing her cheek. “You’re right,” I murmured, “I am a criminal.” My voice dropped, my gaze locking onto hers.

“But if given the choice… I’d kill them all again.” I let the words sink in, my voice rough with pretended conviction.

“If that means Marina and her grandmother can live happily…” My fingers tightened slightly on her arm, my voice a dark, velvety whisper.

“If that means innocent people don’t have to live in fear…” I paused, letting the weight of my words hang between us. “Then I’d do it without hesitation.”

Sarah’s breath trembled, her eyes searching mine, her grip on the gun loosening just slightly.

“And about your brother…” I continued, my voice shifting into something softer, almost sympathetic. “Do you know it wasn’t me who approached Carolina?” My fingers traced slow circles on her arm, my voice low, persuasive.

“It was her.” I let the words sink in, watching as her expression flickered—confusion, doubt. “Your brother cheated on her,” I murmured, my voice a dark, velvety taunt. “And she came to me.”

Sarah’s face paled, her voice a trembling whisper. “That’s not—”

“It is,” I cut her off, my voice firm but gentle, “Carolina was hurt. She was alone. And your brother left her with nothing.” My fingers tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet my gaze. “I didn’t steal her, Sarah. I gave her what she needed when no one else would.”

Sarah’s breath hitched, her eyes wide, her voice barely a whisper. “You’re lying.”

Sarah’s breath hitched as I leaned in, my voice a dark, velvety purr, my fingers still tracing slow circles on her arm. “Am I?” I murmured, my smirk deepening as I watched the conflict play out in her eyes.

“Or are you just afraid to admit the truth?” My grip on her tightened just slightly, my voice dropping into something final, something unshakable.

“That sometimes, the real monsters aren’t the ones who fight back…” My lips brushed the shell of her ear, my voice a dark whisper. “But the ones who let it happen.”

She didn’t pull away. She didn’t deny it. Instead, her breath came in sharp, uneven gasps, her fingers trembling around the gun that now felt like a dead weight in her hand.

I pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, my voice shifting into something softer, almost challenging. “Do you want to talk to Carolina?” I asked, my smirk turning knowing. “Let me call her. You can ask her yourself.”

Before she could protest, I reached for my phone, my fingers moving swiftly over the screen. The videocall connected almost instantly, and Carolina’s face filled the screen, her voice warm and sleepy. “Husband…” she purred, her voice thick with amusement, “did you miss me?”

She was lying on the bed, the late-night glow of the lamp casting soft shadows over her skin. The thin fabric of her nightie clung to her curves, the deep cleavage on full display, her lips curling into a slow, knowing smile as she saw me. “Or did you just want to show off again?”

I chuckled, my voice smooth, “Carolina, your ex-sister-in-law wants to talk to you.”

I turned the phone toward Sarah, and the moment Carolina saw her, her expression shifted from amusement to surprise. “Sarah?” she exclaimed, her voice sharp with recognition.

Sarah’s fingers tightened around the phone as she took it from my hand, her voice trembling but firm. “Carolina… are you okay?” she demanded, her eyes searching the screen. “Did Jack kidnap you?”