The Love From Vengeance

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LUKE’S POV

I made my way into the police station, the heavy wooden door swinging shut behind me with a thud. The faint smell of stale coffee mixed with the sharp tang of disinfectant assaulted my senses as I entered the bustling lobby.

The room was a hive of activity, with officers in crisp uniforms moving purposefully around. A large bulletin board covered in wanted posters and missing person flyers loomed on one wall, while a row of hard plastic chairs lined the opposite wall, occupied by a mix of anxious individuals and stern- faced officers taking statements.

The fluorescent lights overhead buzzed incessantly, casting a harsh glare over the room and highlighting the scuff marks on the linoleum floor. The sound of ringing phones, clacking keyboards, and hushed conversations filled the air, creating a low hum of activity that seemed to vibrate through

the room.

I approached the front desk, where a tired–looking officer sat behind a computer screen, typing away with practiced efficiency. The officer glanced up as I cleared my throat, his expression shifting from concentration to polite inquiry.

“Can I help you?” the officer asked, his tone professional but not unkind.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the conversation ahead. “I’m here to speak with Detective Hernandez,” I replied. Yup, Detective Hernandez; that was his name. I didn’t know we would become friends, but that’s just it. And when it came to things like this, he was definitely the one I should

inform about them.

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The officer nodded, tapping a few keys on his computer before gesturing towards a row of closed doors at the back of the room. “Down the hall, last door on the left,” he said, his attention already shifting back to the screen in front of him.

I offered a brief nod of thanks before making my way down the narrow hallway, the dull light flickering overhead as I walked. The walls were lined with framed certificates and commendations, a testament to the dedication and professionalism of the officers who worked there.

Reaching the last door on the left, I knocked lightly before pushing it open and stepping into a cramped office. Detective Hernandez sat behind a cluttered desk, a mountain of case files and paperwork piled haphazardly in front of him. The detective looked up at me as I moved in his direction.

“Luke Reynold,” Hernandez said, standing up from his chair. “It’s an honor to see you here. Can I please know the reason you’ve come to the station

“I believe you know,” I told him, as we’ve both gotten closer now. “It’s about…”

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know, huh? Why ask

something I do often.”

Now you better let me know how the fuck she got out

please, don’t put the blame on me. I wasn’t the one in charge.

improve your security just in

Luke. I already made it clear to you. Do not put the blame on me

things

got to tell the fucking department of

Why are you talking like Harriet’s

of her, man. But you have to understand that I’m not comfortable with her out there. Do you know she

raised an eyebrow.

exactly why I’m here. I came to inform the cops about it.”

thanks for

sure you find

tapped me on

so,” I told

ARIEL’S POV

Opening my eyes, a warm smile crept across my face, and I saw Luke peacefully asleep beside me. The rhythmic sound of his breathing filled the room, creating a

Luk, a surge of love swelling in my chest. The tranquil sight of him sleeping peacefully was just a

allowing it to wash away the remnants of sleep. The water droplets danced on my skin, revitalizing me as I closed my eyes and reveled in the quiet

my lips as I cherished the simple joy of starting my morning in peace,

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call out, “Please don’t sing, I don’t think I’ll be able

wrapped around my body. “I don’t need you to be the judge around here, okay? I know I got the voice of

“More like a dying