The Love From Vengeance

74: NEED TO KNOW

LUKE’S POV

I inade my way out of the strip club, scanning my surroundings, hoping to catch a glimpse of the mysterious man. I couldn’t remember what he looked like since I had never seen him before. However, he did mention over the phone that he would be wearing a white hoodie.

My eyes finally caught someone putting on the white hoodie, his hands dipped in the pockets of his pants. I did nothing but watch him as he advanced towards me.

When he got close, I noticed that he had his face covered. He was putting on a black mask that hid every part of his visage. The two of us, now adjacent, looked at each other.

“Luke Reynold, sorry for coming late,” he said. His tone was playful and unserious.

“It’s okay,” I told him, and he chuckled. “You want the both of us to meet, right? I’m here. You’re here. So, let’s get this conversation done with.”

“Why are you in a hurry, Luke Reynold? We have a lot of time. We can just chill and watch these strippers dance their hearts out. You can even get one for yourself. You know, after we’re done with our discussion.”

“Sorry, but I’m not into any of those chicks. Let’s just discuss this outside. So we can get home on time.”

“Wow, it’s actually a nice thing for you, huh? You have a family, people waiting for you at home. Spending time with each and every one of them.”

“Why are you saying all this?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Because I do not have a family. I live my boring life all by myself,” he answered.

“Okay,” I uttered slowly. “Well, I’m kind of sorry about that.”

He chuckled. “Oh please. Keep your fake sympathy to yourself. I don’t need it.”

“Okay then. Now tell me, what is this important information you have for me?” I asked. “I need to know.”

“It seems like you’ve forgotten about our conversation on the phone.”

“No, I haven’t. I haven’t also forgotten about the fact that you were totally out of your mind.”

He let out a light laugh. “Are you talking about the five hundred million dollars I told you to pay?”

a huge

you’re a billionaire. You’re a motherfucking billionaire. That’s not going to be a

but come on,” I vocalized

you cherish your wealth more than your life,” he

it.

me off. “Come on now, Luke Reynold. You don’t even have to think

here,

the point?”

about that,” I said underneath my breath. “You haven’t even told

to know about that. It’s not the main thing

get straight to the point; enough with all of the silly

nod. “So, are you giving me that money

about it,” I

around here. I don’t want you dying or losing one of your

concerned about me, you wouldn’t be asking for this huge amount of money. You wouldn’t be asking for a dime at

But I don’t get why you’re being

here,” I said slowly. “Give me some time to

guess this meeting was just a waste

wrong. It isn’t,”

you’re ready, Luke Reynold,”

smile. But as she got closer, I quickly walked away, avoiding her

ARIEL’S POV

ready to impart her culinary wisdom

she was going to teach me how to prepare a remarkable dish

and the aroma of spices and fresh ingredients filled the ait, creating

make a

smiling at her. “Yeah, I’m sure I’m going to love it.” I spoke slowly, observing the ingredients. “Where do we

selecting the freshest ingredients,”

placed it on the cutting board. “A good

my slow tone continued. I watched intently as my mom expertly sliced the tuna into small, uniform

you know when the fish is fresh?” I asked,

swiftly. “Fresh fish should have a vibrant color, firm texture, and a clean, slightly oceanic smell. If it