Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 885: Diaz’s Crimes Go Live

I stepped behind her, arms sliding around her waist, chin resting gently on her shoulder. My voice stayed low, calm, meant only for her.

"These are shadow guards," I explained quietly. "They answer only to me. Invisible when I want them to be. Untouchable. They’ll stay with you—always. Nothing touches you without going through them first. No one sees them unless I allow it."

She turned her head just enough to look at me, eyes wide with a mixture of awe and lingering aftershocks from what we’d just done. "You... you can do this? Command shadows? Make them protect people?"

I pressed a soft kiss to the curve of her neck—right over the faint bite mark I’d left earlier. "I can do a lot more than that, Auntie. Powers I’ve kept hidden for a long time. Telepathy. Shadow manipulation. A few other things that make life... interesting. I didn’t want to scare you. But after today—after everything—I’m done hiding them from you."

Before she could ask more, I raised one hand. Two of the shadow figures peeled away from the wall like smoke given form. They bowed once—silent, fluid—then vanished into the darkness of the corridor beyond the door.

"They’re going to Sarah and Lorena now," I said. "Same orders. Protect. Observe. Intervene only if necessary. No one will touch them."

Gabriela swallowed hard, then nodded—small, trusting. "Thank you."

We turned toward the bed.

Diaz’s eyes were open—red-rimmed, bloodshot, fixed on us with glassy hatred. His chest rose and fell in shallow, mechanical rhythm, but the machines couldn’t hide the fury burning behind his stare.

He’d heard everything. Every scream. Every filthy plea. Every wet slap of skin and pornographic wail echoed through the thin hospital walls while his own mother begged for my cock in her ass.

I schooled my face into genuine-looking concern, stepping closer to the bed with Gabriela still tucked against my side.

"Brother Diaz," I said softly, voice thick with feigned worry. "Get well soon. Aunt is waiting for you. We all are."

Gabriela stepped forward, reaching out to brush a damp lock of hair from his forehead—motherly, tender, oblivious to the venom in his gaze. "Yeah... Diaz... we’re all here for you. You can’t give up on yourself. Not now."

Inside my head, his thoughts crashed like broken glass—telepathy letting me hear every jagged shard.

[Bitch getting fucked by the enemy... who did this to your son... cut off his leg and hands... better to die than live like this...]

I didn’t flinch. Didn’t react. Just let the hatred wash over me like cold water.

Instead, I reached for the remote on the bedside table and clicked the wall-mounted TV on.

The news was already playing—volume low but clear.

Grainy footage: Sergio and Javier being dragged in handcuffs from a private airstrip, faces contorted in panic. They were screaming at the cameras even as officers shoved them toward armored vans.

"Jack is the devil!" Javier shrieked, spit flying. "He’s mentally disturbed—dangerous! He framed us!"

Sergio’s voice cracked higher: "And that corrupt piece of shit Diaz—he was in on everything! We’re being scapegoated!"

Cut to a stern-faced anchor.

"New developments in the high-profile corruption scandal: leaked documents and intercepted communications have implicated former Officer Diaz in a web of bribery, evidence tampering, and ties to organized crime figures Sergio Alvarez and Javier Morales. Authorities confirm both Alvarez and Morales were apprehended this morning attempting to flee the country. Charges against Diaz are pending full review, but sources say his condition remains critical following an alleged assault."

Gabriela’s hand flew to her chest. She staggered back a step, eyes locked on the screen.

"What... what is going on? My Diaz... he would never do these things..."

Her voice cracked—genuine shock, genuine pain.

I pulled her into my arms immediately, turning her away from the TV, cradling her face against my chest so she couldn’t see Diaz’s burning stare.

"Don’t worry," I said, voice low and steady, pretending my own shock. "I’ll never let anyone wrong my brother Diaz. I’ll go talk to Officer Jayden right now—get this straightened out. Whatever’s happening, we’ll fix it."

She clung to me—fingers twisting in my new shirt—tears soaking the fabric. "Promise me, Jack... promise you’ll protect him."

I kissed the top of her head, eyes lifting to meet Diaz’s over her shoulder.

His thoughts roared again: [I’ll kill you... I’ll kill you slow...]

I gave him the smallest, coldest smile—gone in an instant, invisible to Gabriela.

"I promise," I murmured into her hair. "No one will hurt him. Not while I’m here."

The shadow guards in the corners shifted—barely perceptible—ready.

Outside, the corridor lights buzzed softly.

Sarah and Lorena were safe.

Jayden had the arrests locked down.

Diaz was caged in his own broken body, drowning in the truth he couldn’t speak.

And Gabriela—sweet, shattered Gabriela—was pressed against me, trusting me completely.

I held her tighter.

Everything was falling exactly where it belonged.

I stepped into the corridor, the door clicking softly shut behind me. Gabriela’s muffled voice drifted through—soft, soothing, still trying to reach whatever was left of her son. I didn’t linger to listen. The plan was already in motion; every piece had to fall precisely.

I pulled my phone and dialed Jayden.

She picked up on the first ring.

"Everything is ready, Jack," she said without preamble. Her voice was crisp and professional, but there was an undercurrent of satisfaction.

"We just need Diaz’s testimony to seal the coffin on the whole network. Even without it, though, we’ve got Sergio and Javier cold—flight manifests, burner phones, bank transfers, witness statements from three separate informants. They’re done."

"I know," I replied, leaning against the wall, eyes scanning the empty hallway. "But we’re not settling for ’done.’ We’re going for airtight. And we’re going to do it in a way that keeps Gabriela on our side."

A short pause. I could almost hear Jayden’s mind turning.

"You want to stage it," she said slowly.

"Exactly. Bring your team here. Ten minutes. Full show—cuffs, Miranda rights, the works. Storm in, read out the charges in front of Gabriela. Every crime. The bribes. The evidence tampering. The hits. Including the murder of Sarah’s father. Make it brutal. Make her hear it all."

Jayden exhaled through her nose. "She’s going to break."

"She needs to break," I said flatly. "She needs to see him for what he is, not the boy she raised. Then I walk in—calm, concerned, the grieving ’brother.’ I pull strings, broker the deal. Witness protection, immunity on all his crimes in exchange for full testimony against every dirty cop, Sergio, Javier, the entire chain. He lives—caged, but breathing. She gets to keep her son... sort of. And she owes me everything."

Jayden was quiet for a beat.

"That’s cold, Jack."