Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 824: Taking Gabriela To Safe House

Sarah, still clad in her police uniform, pulled out her phone and made a quick call. Her voice was sharp, authoritative, the kind that demanded obedience. ”I need two officers stationed at Room 307, St. Mary’s Hospital. Now. Diaz is still a target, and I want eyes on him at all times.” She paused, listening to the response on the other end, before nodding. ”Good. Make sure they’re armed.”

She hung up and turned to me, her dark eyes glinting with mischief. ”Mr. Jack,” she said, her voice smooth but firm, ”it’s best if you come with us. In order to be safe.” She stepped closer, her tone dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

”We don’t know who wants to target Diaz. And if that person can’t find Diaz’s mother...” She let the implication hang in the air, her lips curling into a faint, knowing smirk. ”Then it might shift its target to someone else. Being Diaz’s friend... you’re also in danger.”

Gabriela, still trembling from the weight of the past hour, turned to me with wide, fearful eyes. ”Yeah, Jack,” she echoed, her voice trembling. ”The officer is right. You should listen to her.”

I looked at Sarah, who winked at me mischievously, her eyes sparkling with dark amusement. I nodded, a slow smirk spreading across my face. ”You’re right, Officer,” I said, my voice laced with false reluctance. ”I’d better come with you.”

After a while, the police officers Sarah had called finally arrived, their boots clicking against the linoleum floor as they approached.

They were young, their faces serious, their hands resting on the holsters at their hips. One of them nodded at Sarah, a silent acknowledgment of their orders.

Sarah turned to Gabriela, her voice gentle but firm. ”They’re here, Auntie. It’s time to go.”

Gabriela’s breath hitched, her body tensing as if she were bracing herself for something unbearable. She took one last, heart-wrenching look at Diaz, her fingers trembling as they brushed against his face.

It was as if she were trying to memorize the feel of him—the warmth of his skin, the way he lay motionless beneath hers. Her lips parted, as if she wanted to say something, but no words came out.

Instead, her eyes welled up with fresh tears, her chest heaving with a sob she was trying desperately to suppress.

She turned to the officers, her voice breaking as she spoke. ”Please,” she begged, her hands clutching at the fabric of her dress, ”take care of my son.”

The officers nodded solemnly, their expressions grave. ”We will, ma’am,” one of them assured her. ”You have our word.”

Gabriela didn’t look convinced, but she let Sarah guide her out of the room, her body leaning slightly into mine as we walked. The trust she placed in us was almost palpable—thick, heavy, and intoxicating.

Outside, the evening air was warm, the hum of the city a distant murmur as Sarah led us to her unmarked police car. Gabriela slid into the backseat first, her dress riding up slightly as she settled in, revealing the soft, warm brown of her thighs.

I followed, my body close enough to hers that I could feel the heat radiating off her. Sarah took the driver’s seat, her eyes meeting mine in the rearview mirror for just a second—long enough for me to see the dark promise in them.

As the car pulled away from the hospital, Gabriela’s breath hitched, her body tensing beside me. I reached out, my hand resting on her shoulder, my thumb tracing slow, soothing circles. ”It’s going to be okay, Auntie,” I murmured, my voice low, comforting. ”We’re going to keep you safe.”

She turned to me, her dark eyes glistening with unshed tears. ”Thank you, Jack,” she whispered, her voice trembling. ”I don’t know what I’d do without you and Officer Sarah.”

I smiled, my hand sliding down to grip hers, my fingers intertwining with hers. ”You don’t have to worry about that, Auntie,” I said, my voice a dark caress. ”We’re not going to let anything happen to you.”

Sarah’s eyes flicked to us in the rearview mirror again, her lips curling into a smirk. She knew exactly what I was doing—how I was playing Gabriela, how I was making her need us. And she loved it.

The car hummed beneath us as we drove, the city lights blurring past the windows. Gabriela’s body relaxed slightly against mine, her head resting on my shoulder as if she’d known me for years. The trust was there, thick and heavy between us, and I could feel the way her breath steadied, the way her fingers tightened around mine.

”Where are we going?” Gabriela asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sarah’s voice cut through the quiet of the car, smooth and reassuring, but with an edge that made it clear there was no room for argument. ”Somewhere safe, Auntie,” she said, her eyes flicking to Gabriela in the rearview mirror. ”Somewhere no one can find you.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. Gabriela’s fingers tightened around mine, her breath hitching as she stared out the window, watching the city lights blur into darkness as we drove farther and farther from civilization.

The hum of the engine was the only sound for miles, the road winding through dense, shadowed forests before finally opening up to a secluded, remote area.

The safe house loomed in the distance—a modest but well-kept bungalow, its windows dark, its presence isolated. It looked decent, even inviting, but the way it stood alone in the middle of nowhere sent a shiver down my spine. Perfect.

Sarah pulled the car to a stop in front of the house, killing the engine. The sudden silence was almost deafening, broken only by the distant rustle of leaves in the wind. Gabriela’s breath came in shallow gasps, her body tense beside me. She was nervous—her fingers clutching at the fabric of her dress, her eyes darting between the house and Sarah’s impassive face.

”This is it?” Gabriela asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sarah turned in her seat, her expression calm but unyielding. ”This is it, Auntie,” she said, her tone leaving no room for doubt. ”No one knows about this place. You’re safe here.”