Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 823: Sarah’s Evil Plan

The irony was delicious. Sarah stood there in her uniform, the very symbol of justice and protection, while Diaz lay broken in the bed behind us, unable to speak, unable to do anything.

And Gabriela? She had no idea that the two people she was trusting—the ones she thought were her allies—were the very ones who had orchestrated her son’s downfall.

Gabriela’s face fell slightly, but she nodded, her fingers tightening around Sarah’s arm. "Of course," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "Of course, whatever it takes. Please, Sarah... please find who did this to my boy."

Sarah’s expression softened just enough to look sympathetic, her hand covering Gabriela’s in a gesture that seemed comforting. "We will, Auntie," she promised, her voice warm. "We won’t stop until we do."

I watched the exchange, my lips curling into a private smirk. The lies rolled off Sarah’s tongue so easily, her performance flawless. She was good at this. Almost as good as I was.

Gabriela seemed to relax slightly, her shoulders sagging in relief. "Thank you," she whispered, her eyes glistening with fresh tears. "Thank you so much."

Sarah gave Gabriela a small, reassuring smile, her voice soft and gentle, like a lullaby meant to soothe. "You don’t have to thank me, Auntie," she said, her tone dripping with false sincerity. "It’s my job."

As Gabriela pulled away, wiping at her tears with the back of her hand, I caught Sarah’s gaze again. The look we shared was electric—charged with dark amusement, with the kind of anticipation that made my pulse quicken. Sarah’s eyes gleamed with mischief, her lips twitching into a smirk that she quickly hid as Gabriela turned back to her.

Then, Sarah’s expression shifted. She looked at me with a sudden, calculated glint in her eyes before turning back to Gabriela. "Auntie," she said, her voice taking on a serious edge, "we don’t know who wanted to harm Diaz. But I think it’s probably someone—an enemy who had a deep hatred for him."

Gabriela’s face paled. "An enemy?" she repeated, her voice trembling. "But my child... he didn’t do anything wrong. Who would be his enemy?"

I stepped in smoothly, my voice low and grave. "Auntie, Brother Diaz is a police officer," I said, letting the weight of the words sink in. "It might be some criminal who was arrested by him targeting him. And this officer is right..." I gestured toward Sarah, my tone firm. "They might also target you."

Gabriela’s breath hitched, her hands clutching at the fabric of her dress as if it were the only thing keeping her upright. Fear flickered in her dark eyes, and I could see the way her mind raced with the possibility. She was vulnerable now, desperate for protection, for someone to make her feel safe.

Sarah, ever the performer, pretended not to know me. She turned to me with a sharp, professional gaze, her voice cool and detached. "Who are you, Mr...?"

I met her gaze, my expression carefully neutral. "Officer," I corrected smoothly. "I’m Jack. Diaz’s friend."

Sarah nodded, her lips pressing into a thin line as if she were assessing me. "I see," she said, turning back to Gabriela. "Well, Auntie, given the circumstances, I think it’s best if I take charge of your safety. We don’t know if this enemy might target you next."

Gabriela’s eyes widened, her fingers tightening around the edge of the stool she was perched on. "You—you think so?" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sarah’s expression softened, but her tone remained firm, her voice carrying the weight of authority. "It’s a possibility we can’t ignore, Auntie," she said, her gaze steady and unyielding. "I’ll make sure you’re protected. You won’t be alone in this."

Gabriela looked between the two of us, her breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps. The fear in her dark eyes was palpable, but so was the flicker of relief—the desperate, trembling hope that someone was finally going to take care of her. Her fingers clenched the fabric of her dress, her knuckles turning white. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion.

Sarah didn’t hesitate. She took a step closer, her voice gentle but insistent. "Auntie... we need to shift you to a safe house."

Gabriela’s body tensed, her eyes widening as she shook her head. "But... my son is here," she protested, her voice trembling. "How can I leave him alone?"

Sarah’s expression didn’t waver. She reached out, her hand resting on Gabriela’s shoulder, her grip firm but not unkind. "Auntie... don’t worry," she said, her voice calm, reassuring. "I’ll ask another police officer to guard him. But think about it—" Her voice dropped, her tone grave. "If something happens to you... How could we take care of Diaz?"

Gabriela’s breath hitched, her body swaying slightly as if the weight of Sarah’s words had physically struck her. Her gaze flicked to Diaz’s motionless form in the bed, the machines beeping softly beside him, a cruel reminder of his vulnerability.

The thought of leaving him was agony—it was written all over her face—but the fear of what might happen if she didn’t leave was even worse.

"I—I don’t know," Gabriela stammered, her fingers twisting in the fabric of her dress. "I can’t just leave him..."

Sarah’s grip on her shoulder tightened just slightly, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Auntie, you’re not leaving him forever," she said, her tone filled with false reassurance. "Just until we make sure you’re safe. Until we catch whoever did this to him. You have to trust us."

Gabriela’s eyes welled up with fresh tears, her body trembling under the weight of the decision. She looked at me, her gaze searching mine for confirmation, for anything that would make this feel less like abandonment.

I stepped forward, my voice low and steady. "She’s right, Auntie," I said, my hand resting on Gabriela’s other shoulder, my touch grounding her. "Diaz would want you to be safe. He’d want you to trust us."

Gabriela’s breath shuddered out of her, her shoulders sagging in defeat. "Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Okay... I’ll go."

Sarah’s lips curled into a small, satisfied smile. "Good, Auntie," she said, her hand sliding down to grip Gabriela’s arm gently. "We’ll take care of everything."