Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties - Chapter 193

Chapter 193: Becoming A Murderer
I stepped forward, taking Marina’s hand and pulling her protectively behind me. She tried to wrench her hand away, her voice urgent and laced with fear. “Let go of my hand, I’m trying to save your life!” she pleaded, her eyes wide with a mix of terror and determination.

Looking into her eyes, I saw a swirl of fear and desperation, but also a spark of something more—a primal connection that drew me to her. “Don’t worry, let me handle this,” I said firmly, pulling her into my arms.

I could feel her heart racing against my chest, her body trembling with a mix of fear and adrenaline. Her breath was hot on my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. There was an undeniable chemistry between us, a magnetic pull that neither of us could ignore.

Diego and Carlos were incensed, their voices echoing through the store as they shouted, “Let go of her now!” They leveled their guns at me, hands steady despite the rage in their eyes. I knew they were dangerous, but I also knew that Marina was worth the risk.

Releasing Marina, I stood in front of her, my voice a low, dangerous growl. “You’re really asking for trouble, interrupting me while I’m talking to this beautiful lady.”

Carlos’s anger boiled over. He pulled the trigger, the gunshot echoing through the store. I saw the muzzle flash, but with Marina behind me, I couldn’t dodge. The bullet tore into my chest, pain exploding like a firestorm.

I grunted, the impact forcing me to take a step back. Marina screamed, a sound of pure terror. “AAAAAAA! Don’t shoot!” She tried to rush in front of me, but I held her back, my arm a barrier between her and the guns. Her body pressed against mine, her curves fitting perfectly against my form.

I looked down at my chest, blood already soaking my shirt. The bullet had gone straight through, but the wound was knitting itself back together almost instantly. I grimaced, the pain already fading as my body healed itself.

The deformed bullet clattered to the floor, a small piece of metal that had caused so much damage just moments before. Diego and Carlos stared in disbelief, their eyes wide with shock and fear. They saw the blood, the healing wound, the impossible reality of what I was.

In a panic, they both opened fire, their guns emptying into me. Bullets tore through my body, some hitting my head, but I didn’t fall. I didn’t even stagger.

My body healed each wound as quickly as it was inflicted, the bullets falling to the floor, clattering against the hard surface like a morbid rain. The air was thick with the scent of gunpowder and the metallic tang of blood, a grim reminder of the violence that had unfolded.

“What… what are you… what kind of monster are you?” Diego stammered, his voice shaking with fear as he took a step back, his eyes wide with disbelief and terror.

I smiled a dark, predatory grin, my voice a low, deadly purr. “The one who’s going to end your lives.” A sense of power and control surged through me, a knowledge that I was unstoppable. I took a step forward, my boots crunching on the broken glass and spent casings that littered the floor. The two men froze, their eyes wide with terror, their breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.

I reached into my System space, pulling out my dual katanas with a slow, deliberate motion. The blades gleamed wickedly in the dim light, the cold steel whispering promises of death as I twirled them in my hands. The men cried out in fear, their voices breaking as they begged for their lives.

“Don’t come near me… don’t…” Carlos sobbed, his body shaking with terror as he dropped his gun and fell to his knees. “Please, I have a family… a daughter…”

I moved with precision, my katana slicing through the air with a whistling sound. The blade cut through Carlos’s neck like butter, his head rolling to the floor like a gruesome football. Marina screamed again, her eyes wide with horror at the bloody scene. But there was something else in her gaze—a flicker of fascination and awe, a primal understanding of the power I wielded.

I looked at her, my voice gentle yet firm. “Don’t be afraid, Marina. I will never harm you.” But in my heart, I knew that while I would never hurt her, I couldn’t ignore the intense desire that burned between us. There was a darkness in me, a primal need that she seemed to understand and accept.

Diego, seeing his comrade’s fate, begged for his life, his voice a pitiful whimper. “Please let me go… I will never bother you again, please… I beg you…” He groveled at my feet, his body shaking with sobs. “I have a mother, a sister… they need me…”

I looked around the store, taking in the mess of blood and bodies, the shattered displays, and the scattered merchandise. I sighed, a sound of annoyance and resignation. I walked over to Diego, wiping my katana clean on his clothes, a dark smile playing on my lips.

“Okay, fine. I’ll let you go,” I said, my voice a low, dangerous purr. “But first, clean up this mess. I don’t want to dirty my woman’s store any more than it already is.”

Diego nodded eagerly, his eyes filled with a mix of relief and terror. “Yes… yes, I’ll clean it right away… thank you… thank you…” he stammered, rushing to the back of the store to grab a mop and cleaner.

Just as he rushed to get the mop, the bell above the door chimed ominously, announcing the arrival of more of Tony’s men. Antonio and Daniel walked in, their eyes taking in the scene with a mix of shock and confusion.

“What the fuck happened here?” Antonio asked, his voice a low growl as he looked at Carlos’s beheaded body and the blood on the floor. His hand hovered over his gun, ready to draw at a moment’s notice.

I stepped forward, my katanas still in my hands, a dark, dangerous smile playing on my lips. “Gentlemen,” I said, my voice a low, deadly purr. “Let me explain…”