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 amount of

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

know, but come on,” I

see you cherish your wealth more than your life,” he brought

it. It’s just

what?” He cut me off. “Come on now, Luke Reynold. You don’t even have to think twice. This is not a challenge for

the point here, are you?” I crossed my

point?” He

forget about that,” I said underneath my breath. “You

that. It’s not

can just get straight to the point; enough with all of

a nod. “So, are you giving me that money or

think about it,”

fast about that. I’m only being concerned around here. I don’t want you

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

But I don’t get

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

meeting was

wrong. It isn’t,” I

you’re ready, Luke Reynold,” he vocalized and walked

smile. But as she got

ARIEL’S POV

around her waist, ready to impart her culinary wisdom to

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

of spices and

said, her, feeling like a Sensel. “Today, I’m going to teach you how to make a delicious tuna tartare. It used to be one of my father’s favorite food and I’m sure you’ll love it

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

the freshest ingredients,” my mom replied,

out a slab of vibrant red tuna and placed it on the cutting board. “A good tuna tartare relies

intently as my mom expertly sliced the

know when the fish is

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