The Love From Vengeance

85 WHO?

LUKE’S POV

As I made my way out of the building, my heart raced with anticipation and my eyes scanned every corner, searching for the mysterious figure I was supposed to meet. The bustling crowd outside was filled with people engaged in various

conversations, but amidst it all, I couldn’t seem to spot the young man I was looking for.

I remembered he was supposed to be wearing a hoodie, but then again, I couldn’t be sure. Perhaps he had changed his appearance or was trying to conceal his identity more and more.

Frustration began to creep in as I continued to look around, my hands resting on my waist in a gesture of annoyance. I couldn’t shake off the feeling that this guy was playing some sort of game with me, and he seemed like the type who enjoyed pulling pranks and tricking people. It was starting to feel like a wild goose chase, and I couldn’t help but wonder if it was all just a big joke.

After what felt like an eternity, I finally spotted the person I had been eagerly anticipating. His white hoodie and masked face were a familiar sight, just like the last time we met.

I couldn’t help but feel a bit annoyed at his tardiness. He had sent me a text to meet him outside, yet he was the one who arrived late. I wanted to give him a piece of my mind, but I held back.

“Luke Reynold, I see you’ve been waiting for me,” he spoke, his voice muffled by the mask. I couldn’t decipher his expression, but I could sense his amusement.

“Yes, where have you been?” I asked, trying to keep my frustration in check. ‘ I’ve been waiting for quite some time now. I almost left.”

The man chuckled, his eyes twinkling behind the mask. “If you had left, that would’ve been your loss.”

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“Let’s not waste any more of our precious time, shall we?” The man with the enigmatic mask inched closer. “So, are you finally ready to get the deal done?”

wanting to prolong this any further.

chuckled, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “Excellent. I wouldn’t want anyone to start

the one saying that,” I retorted,

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quite the trickster to

fit of laughter, leaving me utterly perplexed. What was so amusing? Had he already begun to

of what to do or say. After what felt like an eternity, he finally calmed down and took a

eyebrow, still trying to make sense of the

another laugh. I rolled my eyes and looked away, tapping my foot impatiently on the

turned to

before you went off on a tangent?”

me, right?

my gaze with a cool, unreadable expression. “What is it that you need to know?” he finally asked, his

do with the attack on my house two weeks ago,” I explained, my words coming

of this conversation already. “What do you

“I don’t know!” I snapped, my irritation bubbling to the surface. “You’re supposed to have

flashed in his eyes. “Do you think I’m some sort of omniscient figure who knows everything about everyone?” he retorted, his

replied, my own voice moving with frustration. “But I have a feeling that you

masked man let out a slow, solemn nod. “I see,” he said, his tone softening. You’re lucky to be alive

still be here, sitting next to me and making jokes to brighten my day.

to sense my inner turmoil and spoke up, “Don’t stress yourself, Luke Reynold. Even if you were to think for ten thousand