Pursuing My Ex-Wife Isn’t Easy

Kurt shook his head and chuckled as he pulled his sleeves up. “I’m just a little excited. It’s been a while since I last saw you in action.’1

With that, he glanced out the window, then down at the GPS on his phone. “We must be arriving soon, aren’t we?”

Stefan nodded, then instructed Kurt to park the car they had stolen from Diablo at the side of the street before trudging into the hotel.

The hotel was, in fact, just a disguised brothel.

The moment they stepped out of the car, they could hear the chilling screams of a woman wailing in agony.

At that moment, Stefan could feel his heart leap into his throat.

Without another moment’s hesitation, he sprinted toward the room where the sounds were coming from.

A tall, burly man stood guard at the door. When he spotted Stefan and Kurt, he immediately stopped them. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Stefan glanced at the man with a frown, then without hesitation, cocked his fist and punched him.

backward, still lightheaded from the impact, and Stefan shoved him out of the

hand, paused for a moment before turning to the man and

he followed

got louder as they ascended the second

weapon poised in front of him like a

image of Gwen and her multiple

her traumatic experience …and how she had almost taken

Stefan’s eyes were bloodshot.

sworn to protect Gwen with his life and shield her from all

to sacrifice his life

and was forced to share a physical

to protect her, no one to

helpless as her father was captured, but even she had fallen into Tyson’s hands and was a victim

yet he had failed her. He left her alone to

sorrow and fury climaxed into a

was a