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

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

but come

your wealth

not it. It’s just

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

the point here, are you?” I

point?”

out deeply. “Just forget about that,” I said underneath my

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

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

he said, with a nod. “So, are you giving me

about it,”

I’m only being concerned around here. I don’t want you dying or losing one of your

a cold stare. “If you were concerned about me, you wouldn’t be asking for this huge amount of money. You wouldn’t

rich, Luke Reynold. But I don’t get

said slowly. “Give me some time

I guess this meeting was just

isn’t,” I told

Luke Reynold,” he vocalized and walked

came in my direction, giving me a desirable smile. But as she got closer, I

ARIEL’S POV

apron tied around her waist, ready to impart her culinary wisdom to her daughter, and that’s none other than

going to teach me

close to the kitchen, and the aroma of spices and fresh ingredients filled the ait, creating

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

I’m going to love it.” I spoke slowly, observing the ingredients. “Where do

freshest ingredients,” my mom replied, reaching

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

I watched intently as my mom expertly

fish is fresh?” I asked, my brow furrowing

vibrant color, firm texture, and a clean, slightly oceanic smell. If