Read Novel Full Chapter 791: Killer’s Confession
Chapter 791: Killer’s Confession
I chuckled, rubbing my jaw, the stubble rough under my fingers. "Let’s just say I was amusing myself with Officer Sarah." I shrugged, my grin turning wicked. "No need to drag my people into a... misunderstanding."
Lorena’s lips curled into that slow, knowing smile again, her dark eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and something far more predatory. "Most men in your position—billionaires, powerful men—would be furious right now," she murmured, her voice dropping into a low, velvety tone that sent a jolt straight to my cock.
"They’d be screaming, threatening lawsuits, demanding to speak to their lawyers. But you?" Her gaze dragged over me, lingering on my lips before flicking back up to my eyes. "You’re smiling."
I leaned in just a little closer, close enough that I could catch the faintest hint of her perfume—something rich and intoxicating, like dark chocolate and sin. My voice was a dark purr, the kind that made women’s thighs clench.
"Life’s too short to waste it on anger, Lawyer Lorena," I said, my eyes deliberately dropping to her chest. The fabric of her blouse strained over her tits, the cleavage deep enough to lose myself in, and I let my gaze linger there just a second too long before dragging it back up to meet hers. "Besides, I’ve never been one to back down from a challenge."
Lorena’s dark eyes locked onto mine, her expression shifting from playful to deadly serious in an instant. "About the case," she said, her voice sharp, cutting through the tension like a blade.
I held her gaze, my smirk never wavering. "Well," I drawled, leaning back in my chair, "everything in that file is true." My fingers drummed against the table, slow and deliberate. "I did it. The killings. The evidence erasure. All of it."
Her eyebrows shot up, her lips parting in disbelief. For a second, she just stared at me, like she was waiting for the punchline. Then, a low, disbelieving chuckle escaped her. "Stop joking," she said, shaking her head.
"I don’t believe it." She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Someone like you—someone rich like you—if you wanted someone dead, you’d hire someone to do it. You wouldn’t get your hands dirty unless—"
She cut herself off, her eyes widening as the realization hit her. I could see the pieces clicking into place in her mind, the way her breath hitched just slightly, the way her fingers tightened around the edge of the file.
I finished her thought for her, my voice a dark, amused purr. "Unless what, Lorena?" I tilted my head, my grin turning feral. "You guessed it right. I am a psychopath." A low, humorless laugh escaped me. "Heh. Don’t tell me you’re scared."
Her face went pale for half a second before the color rushed back, her cheeks flushing with something between shock and excitement. She didn’t look away. Didn’t flinch. Instead, her eyes narrowed, her lips curling into a slow, dangerous smile. "You’re not joking," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
I shrugged, my gaze never leaving hers. "Nope."
Lorena’s fingers stilled against the table, her dark eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that sent a jolt through my veins. "You actually killed them," she repeated, her voice a low, almost impressed murmur. "Yourself."
I chuckled softly, the sound dark and amused, like the purr of a predator. "Well," I drawled, my smirk deepening, "I liked chopping people with my sword. It was... wonderful." The memory flashed through my mind—the weight of the blade in my hand, the way it sang through the air, the satisfaction of a clean strike. My fingers twitched slightly, as if I could still feel the hilt against my palm.
Lorena’s breath hitched, her throat working as she swallowed hard, but she didn’t look away. She didn’t flinch. Instead, her composure held, her fingers tapping against the table in a slow, deliberate rhythm, like she was recalibrating her entire understanding of me.
"Well," she said, her voice steady despite the flicker of something wild in her eyes, "the police don’t have anything concrete to keep you in jail.
They just brought you here as a suspect." She tilted her head slightly, her gaze sharpening. "Officer Sarah is usually upright—she wouldn’t drag someone in without concrete evidence. So why would she bring you here?" Suspicion laced her words, her mind clearly racing through the possibilities.
I chuckled, the sound rough and knowing, before coughing lightly into my fist. "That might be because..." I paused, my grin turning wicked, "I stole her brother’s wife."
Lorena’s eyes widened, her lips parting in shock before a low, disbelieving chuckle escaped her. "Mr. Jack," she said, shaking her head, "you are really something."
I studied her, my voice dropping to a darker, more intimate tone. "Aren’t you afraid of me, being a killer?"
She didn’t hesitate. "No," she said firmly, her voice carrying the weight of conviction. "I’ve seen a lot of murderers, Mr. Jack. And you? You’re different." She leaned back slightly, her gaze never leaving mine.
"Not even a psychopath. The people you killed—they were all scum, working for gang leaders. So no," she said, her voice softening just slightly, "I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that."
I used my telepathy to probe her thoughts, to see if her words were just a performance—or if she meant them. What I found was sincerity, raw and unfiltered. She wasn’t just saying it. She believed it.
A slow, genuine smile spread across my face. "Thank you," I said, my voice quieter now, almost intimate.
She met my gaze, her expression softening just a fraction. "Just call me Jack," I added, my voice rough with something unspoken.
A sudden knock at the door shattered the moment. Sarah stormed in, Officer Diaz trailing behind her, her eyes flicking between Lorena and me. "Are you done?" she demanded, her voice sharp with impatience.
Lorena glanced at me, her expression unreadable, before nodding to Sarah. "Yes," she said smoothly, her voice betraying nothing of the electric tension that had just filled the room. "We’re done."