Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 847: Messing With Arturo

The eleventh guard lunged with a broken bottle. I caught his wrist, twisting until the glass shattered in his hand. Then, I gripped his head, snapping his neck before he could scream.

Eleven.

The twelfth guard froze, terror in his eyes. I didn’t let him beg. I gripped his skull, crushing it between my hands like an eggshell.

Twelve.

The last guard dropped to his knees, pleading. I gripped his chin, forcing him to look at me.

”You should’ve run,” I whispered.

Then, I snapped his neck.

Thirteen.

The room was silent.

Thirteen bodies lay scattered, broken, lifeless. Blood pooled on the marble, glistening under the chandelier’s light, seeping into the grooves of the floor like a dark painting. The air reeked of iron and death, thick and heavy, clinging to the back of my throat.

Arturo stared at me, his face pale, his body trembling like a leaf in a storm. His arrogance was gone. His power was gone. All that remained was fear—raw, primitive, the kind that strips a man bare and leaves him shivering in the cold.

His hands shaking, he clutched the armrests of his chair, his knuckles white. His breath came in short, ragged gasps, his eyes wide, unblinking, locked onto the bodies scattered around me.

Lorena stood frozen, her dark eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Her mother clutched her chest, her face white with horror, her lips moving in a silent prayer. A teacup shattered on the floor, unnoticed, forgotten.

I turned back one last time, my gaze sweeping over the carnage—thirteen broken bodies, Arturo’s ashen face, Lorena’s wide, horrified eyes, her mother’s trembling hands clutching her chest. The air reeked of blood and fear, the marble floor slick with crimson pools, the chandelier’s light glinting off the shards of broken porcelain and bone.

Arturo took a stumbling step back, his face pale, his breath ragged. His arrogance was gone, replaced by the raw, primitive terror of a man who had just witnessed his own mortality. His eyes flickered between me and the bodies scattered like broken dolls, his mind struggling to comprehend what he had just seen.

I scoffed, a low, dark sound, dripping with contempt. ”Pathetic,” I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper, but it carried—heavy, final, like a death sentence.

Then, I turned away.

I didn’t look back.

I didn’t need to.

The doors of the villa loomed ahead, grand and ornate, a symbol of Arturo’s power—a power that had just crumbled like dust under my boots. I stepped forward, my movements fluid, unhurried, the confidence of a man who knew he was untouchable.

As I crossed the threshold, I activated my abilities—Invisibility wrapping around me like a shroud, Telekinesis humming beneath my skin, ready to propel me away from this place of broken men and shattered illusions.

The world blurred around me, the sounds of the villa—Arturo’s choked breaths, Lorena’s stifled gasps, the distant wails of her mother—fading into silence. The ground fell away beneath me as I rose, weightless, unseen, the night air rushing past me like a whisper of death.

The night swallowed me as I soared through the skies, the villa shrinking beneath me—a mere speck of light in the vast darkness, a kingdom that had just learned the cost of defying me. Arturo’s empire, his wealth, his influence—all of it meant nothing now. He had seen what I was. He had seen what I could do. And now, he would learn what it meant to stand against me.

I landed silently on the balcony of Marina’s house, the night air cool against my skin. She was inside, waiting, always waiting. I stepped through the French doors, my presence filling the room like a shadow.

Marina looked up, her eyes gleaming with curiosity, concern, lust. ”You’re back,” she murmured, her voice soft, knowing. ”I felt you coming.”

I sat beside her, my mind already racing, planning, unraveling the threads of Arturo’s life. ”He thinks he’s untouchable,” I murmured, my voice low, dangerous, a growl of promise. ”His reputation, his arrogance—he thinks being Chief Justice makes him a god.”

A cold smirk curved my lips. ”Let’s show him what happens when a god falls.”

I activated SERA, my voice sharp, commanding. ”Compile everything,” I ordered, my eyes burning with feral intensity. ”Every illegal deal, every bribe, every dirty secret Arturo has ever touched.” My fingers flexed, imagining the chaos I was about to unleash. ”And leak it. Worldwide.”

SERA’s voice responded, smooth, efficient. ”Compiling now, Master.”

”Find every asset,” I continued, my voice dark, relentless. ”Every bank account, every property, every shell company.” My eyes gleamed with cold calculation. ”And transfer it all. Nowhere can he touch.”

”Pressure the Mexican Law Bench,” I commanded, my voice a whisper of death. ”I want Arturo arrested by dawn.” My lips twisted. ”And Lorena? Cancel her license. Destroy her reputation.”

”It will be done, Master,” SERA replied, already executing my orders with ruthless efficiency.

Within minutes, the machine sprang to life. SERA infiltrated networks, hacked databases, unleashed bots and trolls across the Mexican web.

Fake accounts screamed for justice, mocked Arturo’s hypocrisy, demanded his head. Leaked documents flooded social media, news outlets, government servers—proof of illegal rackets, sex trafficking, real estate mafia ties, bribes paid in blood and cash.

”Master,” SERA informed, ”the first wave of leaks has gone viral. Mexican news outlets are picking it up.”

I smirked. ”Good.”

”Arturo’s bank accounts are being drained,” SERA continued. ”His assets are being frozen.”

”Perfect.”

”Pressure is being applied to the Mexican Law Bench,” SERA reported. ”Judges are receiving anonymous threats. Public outrage is escalating.”

I leaned back, satisfied, watching the chaos unfold on the screen of my mind. ”And Lorena?”

”Her license is being revoked, Master,” SERA said, ”and false evidence of corruption is being planted in her records.”

A slow, dangerous smile spread across my lips. ”Let them burn.”

Within thirty minutes, the news broke—live on television, trending on every social platform, echoing through the streets of Mexico.

Arturo’s face flashed across screens, his name synonymous with corruption, his reputation shattered in real time. Sex trafficking allegations. Illegal racketeering. Real estate mafia connections. Bribes. Murder.

”This is happening now, Master,” SERA informed, ”Live broadcasts are showing protests outside Arturo’s home.”

I closed my eyes, imagining the horror on Arturo’s face, the betrayal in Lorena’s eyes, the shame burning through her mother. ”Let them watch their world crumble.”

”Arturo is being called in for questioning,” SERA said. ”The Mexican Law Bench is demanding his resignation.”

”And Lorena?” I asked, my voice a dark purr.

”Her name is being dragged through the mud, Master,” SERA replied. ”Her career is over.”

I opened my eyes, meeting Marina’s gaze. She stared at me, awed, terrified, aroused by the power I wielded. ”They thought they could defy me,” I murmured, my voice a growl of triumph. ”Now they know the cost.”