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.

see this coming. He staggered backward, still lightheaded from the impact, and Stefan shoved him out of the way and sprinted up the

turning to the man and apologizing, “Sorry. My friend here’s

that, he followed Stefan’s

got louder as they ascended the second

door open, his weapon poised in front of

of Gwen and her multiple suicide

her traumatic experience …and

Stefan’s eyes were bloodshot.

his life and shield her from all the harm that would come her

willing to sacrifice his life for

forced to share a physical body

to protect her, no

had fallen into Tyson’s hands and was a victim to

failed her. He left her alone

thought, Stefan’s sorrow and fury climaxed into a boiling rage,

a horrendous