Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 798: Sarah’s Killing Attempt

I tilted my head, my smirk turning knowing. ”Oh, I know not everyone is corrupt,” I said, my voice a dark purr. ”But there’s always something people value more than money.” I let the pause stretch, watching as her fury built, her fingers twitching on the trigger. ”Do you know what that is, Officer Sarah?”

She didn’t answer, but I could see it—the way her breath hitched, the way her eyes burned.

”It’s life,” I murmured, my voice dropping into something cold, calculating. ”Everyone’s afraid of death.” I leaned forward, my gaze locking onto hers. ”And even if they’re not afraid for themselves...” My smirk turned wicked. ”They’re afraid of their family dying before them.”

Sarah’s face paled, her voice a trembling snarl. ”You monster—”

I chuckled, my voice low, taunting. ”So tell me, Officer Sarah...” I drawled, ”Can you really put a man like me behind bars?” My meaning was clear—if she found her evidence, if she somehow managed to convict me, I’d either buy my way out... or burn my way out.

”You think you’re untouchable?” she spat, her voice shaking with rage.

I smirked, my voice a dark, velvety purr. ”I know I am.” I leaned back, my gaze never leaving hers. ”You see, Sarah, the world doesn’t work the way you think it does. Laws? Rules? They’re suggestions for people like me.”

I chuckled, my grin widening. ”You can arrest me. You can charge me. You can even convict me.” I paused, letting the words sink in. ”But keeping me in a cell? That’s where your fantasy ends.”

Her breath came faster, her grip on the gun tightening. ”You’re bluffing—”

”Am I?” I interrupted, my voice smooth, mocking. ”Let’s say you do manage to put me behind bars. What then?” I leaned forward, my eyes dark with promise.

”You think those walls can hold me? You think those guards won’t look the other way when the right amount of money changes hands?” I let out a low, amused laugh. ”Or when their families are suddenly in danger?”

Sarah’s face twisted, her voice a trembling snarl. ”You’re sick—”

I shrugged, my smirk never wavering. ”I’m practical.” I leaned back, my voice dropping into a darker, more dangerous tone. ”You see, Sarah, the world bends for men like me. And if it doesn’t?” I paused, my grin turning feral. ”I break it until it does.”

She was shaking now, her breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps, her finger twitching on the trigger. ”You can’t—”

”I can,” I cut her off, my voice a dark, velvety promise. ”And I will.” I leaned forward, my gaze locking onto hers.

”So go ahead, Officer Sarah. Arrest me. Charge me. Convict me.” My smirk turned wicked. ”But remember—when I walk out of that jail, you will be the one looking over your shoulder.”

Her hands shaking, her breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps, Sarah snapped.

BANG.

The gunshot whizzed past my ear, the bullet embedding itself in the wall behind me. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t move.

I just smiled.

And then, my voice was a dark, velvety purr—

”Missed.”

Sarah’s breath came in sharp, ragged gasps as she pressed the cold metal of her gun harder against my temple, her finger trembling on the trigger. The air between us was thick with tension, the scent of gunpowder still lingering from the shot she’d just fired.

”What happens once I shoot you?” she hissed, her voice raw with fury, her dark eyes burning into mine like she wanted to burn me alive. ”It will all be over.”

I didn’t flinch. I didn’t even blink. Instead, I chuckled, low and dark, my voice smooth as aged whiskey. ”Yeah,” I murmured, my smirk never wavering, ”but you’ll also be arrested for killing an innocent civilian.”

My gaze locked onto hers, unyielding. ”And trust me, Officer Sarah, you don’t want to spend the rest of your life in a cell. Not when you could be out here, fighting for your version of justice.”

She didn’t back down. ”I’m willing to die,” she spat, her voice shaking with conviction, her knuckles white around the grip of her gun. ”If it means a monster like you doesn’t walk free.”

I tilted my head slightly, my voice dropping into something almost gentle, almost respectful. ”Okay,” I said, my tone sincere for once. ”Good. I appreciate your character, Officer Sarah. I really do.”

My smirk returned, but it was different now—softer, almost knowing. ”But let me ask you something...” I drawled, my fingers twitching slightly, ”Are you doing this for justice...”

My eyes narrowed, my voice dropping into a darker, more probing tone. ”Or are you just afraid I’ll target your brother?”

Sarah’s face flushed, her voice trembling with barely contained rage. ”It has nothing to do with my brother.”

I chuckled, my grin turning wicked, my voice a dark, velvety taunt. ”We both know that’s not true.”

She didn’t deny it. She couldn’t. The way her breath hitched, the way her fingers twitched on the trigger—she knew I was right.

I leaned in just slightly, my voice dropping into a darker, more intimate tone. ”But let’s just assume, for a moment, that you’re doing this for justice.” I paused, my gaze locking onto hers, unyielding.

”Then where was this justice when Tony was harassing Marina and her grandmother?” My voice turned cold, almost accusing.

”Where were you when he was threatening an innocent woman, ruining her life, her livelihood? Where was your moral compass when she was begging for help?”

Sarah stammered, her voice breaking, her grip on the gun faltering just slightly. ”I—I wanted to help... but—”

”But what?” I cut in, my voice smooth, mocking, but with an edge of something darker. ”Your superiors didn’t agree?” I let out a dark, amused laugh, my smirk turning feral.

”Because they were all working on Tony’s paycheck, weren’t they?” My voice dropped into a darker, more dangerous tone. ”Because the system you believe in so much was rotten to the core. And you knew it.”

Sarah’s breath hitched, her grip on the gun faltering, her eyes flicking away for just a second before locking back onto mine.

I exhaled slowly, my voice softening, almost gentle. ”Sarah...” I murmured, my fingers brushing against the barrel of her gun, gently pushing it away from my head. She didn’t resist.

”I admire you. Sincerely.” My voice was low, almost intimate, my gaze never leaving hers. ”So I’ll tell you the truth.”

She was still tense in my arms, struggling slightly, but I held her tightly, my voice a dark, velvety whisper. ”What truth?” she demanded, her voice trembling, her body rigid with a mix of fury and something else—fear, maybe, or the dawning realization that she was in way over her head.

”The truth about that day,” I said, my voice dropping into something darker, more haunted. ”When I first came to meet Marina...” My grip on her tightened slightly, my voice rough with memory, my breath warm against her ear. ”Tony was forcing her to submit to him. To be his girlfriend.”