Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 763: Sniper Expert - Katerina Ivanova

We stepped out of the mansion, the heavy doors closing behind us with a finality that felt like the end of one Chapter and the beginning of another.

The evening air was cool, the sky painted in hues of gold and purple as the sun dipped below the horizon. The estate’s grounds stretched out before us, the grandeur of Nickolai’s fortress now feeling like a distant memory rather than a threat.

And there, waiting near the armored SUVs, stood Polina and the rest of Natalya’s most trusted guards. Their postures were rigid, their eyes sharp, but there was a relief in their expressions—like they’d been holding their breath and could finally exhale.

Polina, in particular, stood out, her arms crossed over her chest, her gaze flicking between Natalya and me with a mix of curiosity and respect.

She stepped forward as we approached, her voice low but clear. "Boss," she said, nodding to Natalya before her eyes settled on me.

There was no hostility in Polina’s stance this time—just a quiet acknowledgment, the kind that settles in when you’ve seen enough to recognize you’re in the presence of something beyond the ordinary.

Something that defies logic, something that rewrites the rules. Her posture was rigid, her gaze sharp, but there was a respect there now, a recognition that hadn’t been present before.

"Everything’s ready," she said, her voice steady, gesturing toward the sleek, armored SUVs parked in a neat line. "Where to?"

Natalya turned to me, her eyes questioning, her fingers still laced with mine. I didn’t hesitate. "Let’s go directly to the airport," I said, my voice firm, "and call Yelena and Claire. Tell them to meet us there."

Natalya nodded, already pulling out her phone as she turned back to Polina. "Drive us to the airport," she instructed, "with Alisa." She paused, her gaze flicking to the other women standing nearby—two more I hadn’t seen before. "And Diana and Irene can go pick up Claire and Yelena."

Polina gave a sharp nod, already moving to carry out the order, but my attention was drawn to the woman standing slightly apart from the others.

She was tall, her black hair pulled into a tight braid, her sharp features giving her an air of lethal precision. A tattoo of a wolf coiled around her wrist, its eyes piercing, almost alive. I realized with a jolt—I’d never seen her before.

I activated my AI Lens, and the information flooded my vision in an instant.

Name: Katerina Ivanova

Age: 31

Specializations: Sniper Expert

Notes: Former FSB. Cold, methodical. Loyal to Natalya above all else.

A sniper.

Of course.

That’s why I’d never seen her before. She’d been watching from a distance this whole time, her rifle trained on any threat before it could even reach us. A ghost in the shadows, a guardian no one knew was there.

Natalya followed my gaze, her lips curving into a knowing smile. "Ah, you’ve noticed Katerina," she murmured, her voice amused.

"She’s the best sniper my father ever trained. If you’d been in any real danger, you’d have never even seen the bullet coming."

I glanced at Katerina, who met my eyes with a cold, unreadable stare. There was no smile, no warmth—just the unshakable loyalty of a soldier who had sworn her life to Natalya’s safety. She gave a single, curt nod, the only acknowledgment I’d get.

"Good to know," I said, my voice low, before turning back to Natalya. "Let’s move. We’ve got a plane to catch."

Natalya grinned, slipping her phone back into her pocket as Polina and Alisa moved to the lead SUV, Katerina falling into step behind us like a silent shadow. The engines roared to life, the vehicles pulling away from the estate with a smooth, purposeful motion.

The SUV hummed beneath us as we sped toward the airport, the city lights blurring into streaks of gold and white outside the tinted windows. Natalya leaned into me, her body warm and relaxed, her voice a soft murmur against the low rumble of the engine.

"You like my team?" she asked, her tone light and playful, but I could hear the undercurrent of pride in her words. She wasn’t just asking if I approved—she was reminding me that these women were hers, handpicked, trained, and loyal to the bone.

I glanced toward the front of the vehicle, where Polina sat in the passenger seat, her sharp eyes scanning the road ahead, and Alisa drove with practiced precision.

Behind us, Katerina remained silent, her presence like a shadow—unseen but always there. I could almost feel the weight of her gaze, the cold calculation of a sniper who had spent years watching, waiting, protecting.

"They’re impressive," I admitted, my voice low but sincere. "But then again, I’d expect nothing less from someone like you." My fingers traced idle patterns on Natalya’s wrist, feeling the steady pulse of her heartbeat beneath my touch. "You don’t surround yourself with weakness."

Natalya’s lips curved into a satisfied smile, her eyes gleaming with something between amusement and pride. "No," she agreed, "I don’t."

She shifted slightly, pulling out her phone to check a message. "SERA already booked us a private plane before we even got here," she said, her voice smooth with satisfaction. "We’ll be wheels-up in less than an hour."

I raised an eyebrow, impressed but not surprised. "Efficient," I murmured. "Just like you."

She chuckled, leaning in closer, her breath warm against my ear. "You say that like it’s a bad thing, husband," she teased, her voice dropping into a husky whisper.

I smirked, my arm tightening around her. "Oh, it’s not," I assured her, my voice rough with promise. "But you should know by now—I like being the one in control."

Natalya’s smile turned wicked, her fingers tracing a slow, deliberate path up my arm. "Then it’s a good thing I like challenging you," she purred, her eyes dark with mischief.

I caught her hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles, my gaze locking onto hers. "Careful, wife," I warned, my voice a low growl, "or I’ll have to remind you exactly who’s in charge once we’re on that plane."