The Love From Vengeance

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LUKE’S POV

I was still at the club, waiting for Tiffany, and I was getting angry that she had not arrived yet. What was taking her so late? She was the one who said we should meet here, so what was with the delay? Women can be really messed up sometimes.

This woman just came out of nowhere and stared, rocking her ass on my groin. I just stood in confusion, enjoying the view, though. But I wasn’t up for this. And as I could feel myself about to get hard, I shifted backwards. When she realized I was no longer near her, she turned around.

She purred, “Come on, baby, allow me to demonstrate a good time to you,” swaying her hips seductively.

I shook my head and tried to move away, but she followed me, along my chest.

her hands trailing

“I’m waiting for someone; I can’t do this,” I said firmly, trying to push her away.

She pouted, but then her eyes lit up as she caught sight of someone behind me.

“Ooh, who’s your friend?” she asked, her attention now on Tiffany, who had finally arrived.

I breathed a sigh of relief, grateful for the distraction. But as Tiffany approached us, I noticed something was off. She was stumbling and slurring her words, clearly drunk.

“What the hell, Tiff? Are you okay?” I asked, concerned.

She just giggled and stumbled closer to the woman, who was still trying to grind

on me.

girlfriend?” She slurred, her speech barely

situation to her. “No, she’s

didn’t seem to care; she just continued to laugh and flirt with

not only tardy, but she was also embarrassing me in front of this stranger by making a

place, Tiff? I’ve had enough of this club,” I

pulling away from me and stumbling back towards the

some fun. We can all dance together,”

tired of waiting for Tiffany and tired of her always being late and causing drama. I was tired of her drinking and making a

I declared as I stormed out of the club, leaving Tiffany and the woman in my wake.

I was walking to my car, I stopped, feeling guilty for leaving Tiffany there. She was drunk; she shouldn’t be in a place that is rowdy like that. She needed to go home and get some sleep. But why the hell did

and went to carry her. She was a total mess, embarrassing herself, but it seemed like the people around her were enjoying her company. No concern anyway; I had already taken her out of the goddamn club. It was just a

vehicle, she immediately climbed into the backseat and dragged me along on top of her. Man, she was

retreated as I exited the vehicle, whereas Tiffany remained seated and maintained her insane drunk face. “Why did you have to get

up,” she said in her drunken state, her eyes barely opening. “I love you so much. But you broke my heart.” She collapsed

her. Should I feel remorseful, or what?

ARIEL’S POV

like Harriet, nearby. But no, maybe I was just imagining things. But that didn’t matter now, not when I was searching for my little boy.

frantically searched through the crowded park, calling out my son’s name. “Lukel! Lukel, where are you?” I had been searching for

hair and bright blue eyes. But no one seemed to have any

noticed a large crowd gathering around a stand where a magician was performing tricks. I hesitated for a moment, thinking it was just another distraction from my search. But something inside

smile on his face. My heart melted at the sight of my little boy, safe

I exclaimed, marching up to the stage. “There you are! I’ve been looking for