The Heart System

Chapter 760: Chapter 760

The kitchen and living room shared the same small space. A worn sofa faced an old television resting on a scratched wooden stand, while a tiny dining table with only two mismatched chairs sat between the living room and the kitchen. Dirty dishes had been left in the sink, a half-empty beer bottle stood on the counter, and an ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts rested beside it. The place looked exactly like Tuck’s house always had. Messy, but lived in.

"Tuck?"

Silence. I walked into the bedroom. The bed was unmade and nobody was inside.

My phone buzzed inside my pocket, and I quickly pulled it out, thinking it was Tuck. But... no. It was Carrie, sending a photo of her damn asshole. She was wide open, the delicate skin flushed with a vivid, throbbing redness.

Before I could even process it, another notification pinged. It was Luna. And, holy shit, she was completely blown wide open, stretched to the limit. Looking at her, the sudden, heavy realization hit me of just how thoroughly I’d stretched her out, how deeply I’d dominated her. Remembering how she’d taken my entire forearm, her body giving way to the pressure, every inch of my limb buried deep inside her until she was hollowed out, made my blood run hot.

Nah, what the fuck?

This definitely wasn’t the time for a distraction like this. Jaw tight, I tapped a quick heart emoji reaction on the screen, tossed the phone onto the passenger seat, and shook my head to clear the haze of sudden, heavy arousal.

"Uh, come on." I muttered. "Fucking hell."

I checked the bathroom... which was empty, of course.

I searched every corner of the living room before pulling my phone from my pocket and calling him again.

The ringtone echoed through the house.

"Ah, don’t tell me..."

It definitely wasn’t coming from outside.

Still holding the phone to my ear, I followed the sound into the bedroom. The ringing grew louder with every step until I stopped beside the bed.

I lifted the pillow. There it was. Tuck’s phone. I ended the call and stared at it for a few seconds.

"So that’s why..."

My grip tightened around my own phone.

There was only one place he could’ve gone.

King’s house.

I let out a long breath and rubbed my face with both hands.

"Tuck, you idiot," I muttered, shaking my head. "You absolute dumbass. I swear, you’re such a dumbass."

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I got out of the car and headed toward the house. I had barely reached the small fence when two men stepped into my path.

One of them immediately pulled a handgun from the back of his waistband and aimed it at me.

"Oh, calm down." I quickly raised both hands. "I’m a friend of Tuck. Is he here? Just... please put the gun down."

"Tuck?" the man on the right repeated before shaking his head. "Nah. He ain’t here. And I’d suggest you fuck off, friend."

"Alright, alright." I nodded slowly. "Is Mel still inside?"

"The chick?" he asked. "Yeah."

I let out a quiet breath. "The two sisters. The ones that look like twins. Are they here?"

"Ruby and Sadie?" He frowned. "Nah. Why?"

"Are they... like leaders or something?"

The man with the gun lowered it slightly but didn’t put it away. "Don’t stick your nose into our business. Now, once again, kindly fuck off, big boy."

"Okay, okay." I took a small step backward. "Are you absolutely sure Tuck isn’t here?"

The man’s expression hardened. "I said FUCK OFF."

"Right. Right. I’m going."

I slowly backed away from the fence before turning around and walking toward my car.

Shit. This was getting dangerous.

Maybe I could use Time Stop, sneak inside, grab Mel, and leave her somewhere safe. I could even leave her outside a police station before anyone noticed. But then what? Their problem wasn’t Mel. Their problem was Tuck.

Even if I rescued her tonight, they’d just keep hunting him, and sooner or later Mel would end up in danger all over again.

No.

This wasn’t something I could fix by stealing her away for a few hours. I had to solve this with Tuck. The only problem was that the dumb bastard had disappeared.

I reached my car, rested both hands on the roof, and let out a long breath before rubbing my face.

"Tomorrow," I muttered to myself. "I’ll find you tomorrow."

I opened the driver’s door and shook my head.

"I’m getting really sick of this..."

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The soft glow of morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle haze over the room. I rubbed my eyes, blinking away the remnants of sleep. Nala’s warm body lay next to mine, her breath slow and steady. Jasmine was already awake, her usual early bird habits kicking in.

I scooted closer to Nala, wrapping my arms around her from behind. My morning wood pressed against her ass cheeks through my loose shorts. She was dressed in just panties and a t-shirt, no bra, the thin fabric doing little to hide her curves. Her body fit perfectly against mine, soft and inviting.

Nala stirred slightly, a small smile playing on her lips as she began to wake. "Someone is awake before you," she murmured sleepily. "And it’s not Jasmine I’m talking about, handsome."

I chuckled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the nape of her neck. "Morning," I whispered, my voice still rough with sleep.

My hands began to roam, gently rubbing her ass through her panties. She let out a soft moan, pushing back against me slightly. "You wanna go?" she asked, her voice laced with a mix of sleep and desire. "Minne was going to change the sheets anyway."

"Ah, then it’d be a waste if we didn’t dirty them up first," I replied, my voice low and husky.

She giggled softly, pushing back against me again, encouraging me to continue. I slipped my hand under her shirt, feeling the smooth skin of her back as I trailed kisses down her neck. My other hand moved to her hip, pulling her even closer.