Milf Hunter: Seducin Chapter 848: A Wanted Criminal

Chapter 848: A Wanted Criminal

The news alert blared from the screen, flashing red headlines across the bottom of the fra:

"BREAKING: MASSACRE AT CHIEF JUSTICE’S ESTATE—POLICE INVESTIGATE LINKS TO ARICAN BUSINESSMAN JACK REYNOLDS"

The anchor’s voice was tense, urgent, each word dripping with sensationalized horror. "Sources confirm that thirteen bodyguards were found dead inside the ho of Chief Justice Arturo Hernández, all with snapped necks and no signs of forced entry.

Authorities are questioning Hernández and his family, but new details erge as daughter Lorena Hernández claims the perpetrator is none other than Arican businessman Jack Reynolds—a man she describes as ’a monster with no remorse’.

Hernández also alleges Reynolds is connected to the disappearance of Tony ndoza, the recent sex trafficking scandal, and the murders linked to Officer Sarah Díaz’s investigation."

The screen cut to a clip of Lorena, standing outside the police station, her face pale but defiant, microphones thrust in her face. "He’s not just a businessman," she said, her voice steady, cold.

"He’s a killer. A psychopath. He boasted about murdering Tony ndoza in front of my father. He snapped those n’s necks like they were twigs. He threatened us. He threatened xico’s justice system." Her eyes burned with sothing wild—fear, maybe, but also a desperate defiance. "And if you don’t stop him, he’ll do it again."

I leaned back in my chair, a slow, dangerous smirk curving my lips. "Pathetic," I murmured, my voice a low growl. "She thinks this changes anything."

Just then, my phone buzzed—a video call from Julie. I answered, and her face filled the screen, her dark eyes sharp, concerned, but unyielding. "Jack," she said, her voice firm, "I know you can take care of yourself—but we’re not letting you face this alone."

Behind her, I could see Isabella, her arms crossed, her expression unreadable but supportive. Jessica was there too, leaning against the wall, her eyes gleaming with sothing wild—amusent, maybe, or the thrill of chaos.

"You don’t need to—" I started, but Julie cut

off with a sharp shake of her head.

"We’re family, Jack," she said, her voice leaving no room for argunt. "And family protects each other." She paused, her gaze softening just for a mont. "You’ve done the sa for us—more tis than we can count."

Isabella stepped forward, her voice cool but laced with steel. "Jack," she said, "I’ve already inford Hector. He’ll handle the underworld chatter. No one will dare testify against you after tonight." Her lips twisted into a smirk.

"And if they do..." She shrugged, her eyes gleaming with sothing dark. "Well. Let’s just say they’ll regret it."

The screen shifted slightly, and I saw Claire and Yelena step into fra. Claire’s eyes were sharp, calculating, her voice low but deadly. "Jack," she said, "I’ve already contacted my sources in the FBI. They’ll make sure this doesn’t beco an international incident."

She paused, her gaze flicking to sothing off-screen before focusing back on . "And if it does..." Her voice dropped, cold and final. "We’ll bury it before it even hits the news again."

Yelena smirked, her voice dripping with amusent. "And if it does?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with the thrill of chaos.

"Well..." She shrugged, a wicked grimace playing on her lips. "We’ll just have to remind them who they’re dealing with." She leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "And trust , Jack... they won’t like the answer."

Jessica finally spoke, pushing off the wall and stepping closer to the cara. "You know, Jack," she said, her voice smooth, almost playful, but with an edge like a razor.

"I always knew you were a man of action... but this?" She laughed, a low, dark sound. "This is art." Her eyes glead. "You didn’t just break them... you shattered them so thoroughly they’ll never recover."

I chuckled, shaking my head at the screen, a warmth spreading through

despite the chaos. "You guys," I said, my voice laced with affection, "why are you all worried?" I leaned forward, my smirk deepening. "Don’t you already know ? I can handle this."

Natalya’s laughter rang out from sowhere off-screen, rich and mocking. "Oh, we know, darling," she called, her voice dripping with amusent. "But where’s the fun in letting you have all the excitent?" There was a pause, then she chuckled again, her voice dropping to a low purr.

"Besides, that woman, Lorena, has a lot of nerve to go against you." Her tone shifted, thoughtful, almost admiring. "But seeing her photo..." She humd, a knowing smirk in her voice. "I guess she’ll also be our sister soon."

Julie’s expression softened, just for a mont, her voice gentler but no less firm. "We’ve got your back, Jack," she repeated, her eyes eting mine through the screen. "Always."

I nodded, feeling the weight of their loyalty, their trust. "I know," I said, my voice quiet, but steady. "And I’ve got yours." My gaze flicked over each of them, a promise in my eyes. "But this ti..." I paused, my smirk turning sharper, darker. "Let’s make sure Lorena Hernández regrets ever opening her mouth."

Claire’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. "Oh," she murmured, "we will." Her eyes glead with sothing feral. "By the ti we’re done, she’ll wish she had never been born."

Jessica grinned, her voice low and sweet, like poisoned honey. "I’ll handle the press," she said, her fingers tapping against her lips. "By tomorrow, she’ll be the villain of xico—a liar, a traitor, a woman who sold out her own family for power." Her eyes sparkled. "And you, Jack... you’ll be the hero who exposed her."

Yelena clapped her hands, a wicked glee in her eyes. "Oh, this is going to be fun," she purred. "I’ll make sure every cartel, every cop, every judge in xico knows exactly what happens when you cross Jack Reynolds." She leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper. "They’ll burn her na before they burn her body."

Isabella crossed her arms, her expression cool, but her eyes burned with sothing dark. "And I’ll make sure Hector delivers the ssage personally," she said, her voice low and final. "No one touches our family and lives."

I leaned back, my mind already racing, planning, unraveling the next move. "Good," I murmured, my voice a dark purr. "Because Lorena Hernández just made the biggest mistake of her life."

Julie’s smile was sharp, her voice firm. "Then let’s make sure she pays for it."