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

twinkling mischievously. “Excellent. I wouldn’t want anyone to start playing games

be the one saying that,” I retorted, eyeing him up and down.

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burst into a fit of laughter, leaving me utterly perplexed. What

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

raised an eyebrow, still trying to make sense

said, trying to stifle another laugh. I rolled my eyes and looked away, tapping my foot impatiently on the ground.

to him. “So, can

off on a tangent?” He scratched the back of his head, trying to remember our initial topic of discussion.

was planning to kill me, right? I need to know the truth.”

unreadable expression. “What is it that you need to know?” he finally asked, his tone guarded.

deep breath. “I need to know if this person had anything to do with the attack on my house two weeks ago,” I explained, my words coming out slowly as I struggled to

tired of this conversation already. “What do you think?” he asked, his voice

snapped, my irritation bubbling to the surface. “You’re supposed to have the answers,

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

my own voice moving with frustration. “But I have a feeling that you know more than you’re letting on. That man who attacked me, he said he

see,” he said, his

be here, sitting next to me and making jokes to brighten my day. But instead, she’s gone because of this person who wants

were to think for ten thousand hours, you still wouldn’t be able to figure out who this person is. You need