To Seduce A Cold, Heartless Huntress

he room, lost in thought. He was particularly worried that the informant he had finally managed to capture af

had reached

ir. I wanted to

Oliver had to say at this point. All he want

appointment. "No, sir. He st

ged through his veins. His impatience and annoyance reached new

o stole them. He knows! Why is he refusing to talk?" Vicker seethed i

don't worry, sir. He

are you talking about, Oliver? He's refused to talk f

Tortu

name that was known by all, feared by all, and one that commanded the highest level of author

’d seen a terrifying monster––or heard of one, in this case. "The Torturer? She'

rupted and shook the atmosphere. It was coming from the bas

he was, indeed, here and was already d

woman?" Vicker questioned, bewildered and unable to un

was rarely seen and rarely accessed. If you were able to lay your hands on her, or see her with your eyes

have my ways, boss. No

ou have to tel

louder than the first—erupted, so loud that it shook the two

Vicker sh

losely behind. They both walked down to the basement and, just as they were contemplating w

jaws d

r looks were so ethereal, that it was almost as if she were an angel sent straight from heaven. But

ail. Her olive-colored skin was silken and smooth, perfectly complementing the fierceness of her hair. She was dressed i

own light, like two eternity jewels that projected their own beams of light. They were mesmerizing, yet also dangerous. One could see the beauty

ently set in a scowl, as if she had never smiled in her entire life.

g no mind to the two men visibl

he sight of blood staining them. His eyes shot back up to her, and he couldn't

she replied, her voice crisp and

while Vicker was left alone with her, feeling a bit scared of her. A frown marre

py water and a towel, and Tesiera

e question that had been on hi

t Vicker with her glassy brown eyes. He felt

. "Vladimir, a Russian gang boss, attacked your ship and stole your drugs. The man in there is one of his men. Vladimir went

aling his drugs worth billions of dollars. But how was this woman able to get that man to talk? They had kept him in the base

nutes, had made him talk and reveal ev

like that. Ex

ots and completely ignoring the way the two men stepped away from her. She flipp

. Please check," Oliv

the transaction. It was the longest two minutes of their lives, an

hen Vicker's hand shot out an

m. Vicker let her go immediately, clearing his throat. "I was...um...

N

e cleared his throat

ntil she was standing in front of the trafficker. "Let's get one thing straight. The n

ke him cowered for a mere woman, and his ego was in tatters, especially s

nt of him. "Please forgive my boss, Torturer. He is still distraught about the news

he door, leaving it t