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.

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

paused for a moment before turning to the man and apologizing, “Sorry.

that, he followed

men’s cackles got louder as

the door open, his weapon poised in front of him

Gwen and her multiple suicide attempts

her traumatic experience …and how she had almost taken her

Stefan’s eyes were bloodshot.

his life and shield her from all the harm that would

sacrifice

forced to share a physical body with

to protect her, no one to shield

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

had failed her. He left her alone to face the dangers of this

fury climaxed into a boiling rage, and he kicked

was a