Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties - Chapter 157

Chapter 157: Hidden Truth
I walked out of the room with Isabella, her hand tucked securely in mine. As we stepped into the hallway, we found Mary and Lisa waiting for us, their eyes immediately drawn to Isabella.

I glanced at the clock on the wall and realized it was already morning. We had spent the entire night wrapped up in each other, oblivious to the passage of time.

Lisa and Mary quickly looked at Isabella, their eyes widening with concern and curiosity. “Boss,” they both said in unison, their voices laced with a mix of worry and intrigue.

Isabella smiled at them, her voice steady and commanding. “Lisa, Mary, you’re here. Good. Please escort Night King back ”

“Yes, boss,” Lisa and Mary both nodded, gesturing for me to follow them.

I fell into step behind them, my mind already racing with the memories of the night before and the plans for what was to come. As we walked, Lisa glanced back at me, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Lisa looked at me, her eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and curiosity. “So, Night King,” she said, her voice a playful purr as she stepped closer. “How was our boss last night? She told us you couldn’t even walk after she was done with you.” Her gaze trailed down my body suggestively, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. “Are you feeling better now?”

I smirked, closing the distance between us. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, and I knew she could feel mine. I leaned in, my voice a low growl. “Why don’t you try me and find out for yourself, Miss?” I challenged, my eyes locked onto hers. I could see the desire in her eyes, her breath hitching slightly as she held my gaze.

Lisa blushed, her eyes widening at my words. She bit her lower lip, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Mary, however, was less amused.

She elbowed Lisa, a stern look on her face. “Quiet,” she scolded, then turned to me. “Ignore her. She doesn’t know when to keep her mouth shut.” Mary’s eyes lingered on me for a moment, a hint of curiosity and something more in her gaze before she looked away.

We continued to the exit, the air thick with tension. The two men from the previous day were waiting for us at the door. They quickly placed a black cloth over my head, obscuring my vision.

I was led back to the abandoned building where they had first taken me, the journey passing in a blur of anticipation, memory, and the lingering scent of Lisa’s perfume.

The feel of Lisa’s eyes on me, the sound of Mary’s scolding, and the thought of Isabella all swirled in my mind. I couldn’t shake the image of Isabella, her body writhing beneath me, her moans filling the air. I couldn’t wait to see her again, to touch her, to taste her.

Once we arrived at the abandoned building, they removed the black cloth from my head and returned my phone to me. The men left without a word, disappearing into the shadows as quickly as they had appeared. I took a moment to orient myself, my eyes scanning the dimly lit space.

I walked back to my car, which was still parked where I had left it. As I slid into the driver’s seat, I opened the phone and asked SERA to report everything about Isabella and her empire to me directly. I needed to know the truth if I was going to protect her and help her navigate the dangerous waters of her world.

SERA quickly compiled the information, and I scrolled through the results, my eyes scanning the details. Everything SERA found corroborated what Isabella had told me, but there was more to the story.

Her father hadn’t been killed by the Russian Mafia as she believed. It was a Mexican gang that had planted the evidence, framing the Russians for their own crime.

I asked SERA to search for all the leaders of the Russian Mafia and the Mexican gang, and the results were alarming. Isabella’s men had captured and killed members of the Russian Mafia, and now they were planning to take revenge on her.

The thought of Isabella in danger sent a surge of protectiveness through me, my muscles tensing as I gripped the phone tighter.

The Russian Mafia was led by Nikolai “The Ghost,” a notorious figure whose reach extended far and wide. His men were loyal to him, and they wouldn’t hesitate to strike at Isabella to avenge their fallen comrades. I couldn’t let that happen. I wouldn’t let that happen.

The Mexican gang was headed by Tony “The Hawk,” a merciless man who had been trafficking humans to America with Isabella’s father, Dimitri. Greed had driven Tony to want more money, but Dimitri refused to yield to his demands. In his ruthless pursuit of power and wealth, Tony had Dimitri killed with the help of Victor, a rival trafficker on American soil.

Now, the Mexican gang members had joined forces with Victor “The Shadow.” Together, they were attempting to dismantle Dimitri’s old empire, now headed by Isabella. The thought of Isabella caught in the crosshairs of these dangerous men sent a cold fury coursing through my veins. I couldn’t—I wouldn’t—let anything happen to her. I had to protect her, no matter the cost.

I started the engine, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts and plans. I needed a strategy, a way to keep Isabella safe while also dealing with the threats that loomed over her.

I thought about the shadow guards I had purchased, their inky forms merging with Isabella’s shadow. I wondered if they would be enough to keep her safe, or if I would need to take more drastic measures.

As I pulled away from the abandoned building, I knew that I would do whatever it took to protect her and help her maintain her empire. The thought of losing her was not an option. I wouldn’t let anyone or anything come between us. I wouldn’t let anyone take her from me.

I drove through the city, my eyes scanning the streets, my mind already formulating a plan. I would need to gather more information, to find out more about Nikolai, Tony, and Victor.

I asked SERA to gather all the information about Nikolai, Tony, Victor, and their respective organizations. I needed every minute detail, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant.

I needed to know their operations, their weaknesses, and their plans. I needed to stay one step ahead of them, to anticipate their moves and counter them before they could strike at Isabella.

“SERA, I want to know everything,” I growled, my voice filled with determination. “Their hideouts, their safe houses, their shipments, their allies, their enemies—everything. I want to know what they had for breakfast, who they fucked last night, and what their plans are for the rest of the day. I want to know their every move before they even think about making it.”

SERA acknowledged my commands, its virtual gears already spinning, delving deep into the dark web and hacking into secure databases to gather the information I needed. I knew it would deliver, it always did.