Chapter 32
Reyna Cruz:
Hunter observed my expression with a peculiar look on his face. I couldn’t discern whether he felt guilty or simply irritated about being caught. However, Tara’s lips curled slightly upward, indicating that she was thoroughly enjoying the situation
She will accuse me too. I found her utter and step closer to Hunter, who gently touched her cheek to check it again.
What an asshole.
I thought, annoyed by his attempt to show affection in my presence. Despite my state of devastation, he seemed determined to use it to his advantage and hurt my feelings.
Enraged. I approached Hunter hastily. “Who the heck gave you the right to raise your voice at my son?” I shouted, my anger escalating.
“I had to teach him manners since you couldn’t do it, and his father ran away after impregnating you. If you hadn’t been fooling around and paid attention to that brat–Hunter’s insults fueled my anger, but when he called my son that word, I couldn’t take it anymore. I lost control, raised my hand, and lunged at him. However, he was faster, catching my hand.
“Don’t you dare try it. Your son managed it, but I won’t let your dysfunctional family disrespect me or my loved ones anymore.” Hunter hissed, holding me close and staring into my eyes. It was the closest we had been in a long time, but the love that once filled our eyes had vanished forever.
“Let’s find your son-” he began, but then he shook his head, released me, leaving imprints of his fingers on my wrist.
“I don’t need your help. I muttered, realizing I was wrong to expect him to keep my son safe. Why would he? He had made it clear that I shouldn’t expect anything from him. So, who was at fault? I was.
“I was wondering where your son got these mannerisms from,” Tara remarked. I turned my head to her, finally breaking eye contact with Hunter. She no longer looked very hurt though
“You must have said something to my son; there’s no way he would hit you unprovoked. What did you say to him, huh? Did you hurt his feelings?” I asked in a confident yet shattered tone. The thought of anything happening to my son would shatter
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“I didn’t say anything to him. He came here all angry at me, saying I stole his daddy from his mother. You need to explain that to us. Why was he calling Hunter his father?” she screamed, angrily throwing files from the table to the floor. I was frozen. My son had come here to call Hunter his dad. How did he find out?
Even Hunter was staring at me now, awaiting a response.
“My son knows nothing. This monster is not his father,” I asserted about Hunter, whose body twitched, and the frown on his forehead intensified.
“Yeah, I am the monster,” Hunter scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief.
“But we need to find your son- Hunter began, but I cut him off when he mentioned my son.
“I don’t need you or your help. You two have done enough. I will take care of everything from here,” I pointed at Hunter, sobbing at the thought of them stealing the only happiness I had left. Hastily, I turned on my heels and ran out of the office, making my way to the ground floor and to the exit. I was crying, constantly clearing my cheeks.
“Enough, I am going after him, Hunchout echoed through the building. I believe Tara was asking him to let us be
As soon as I left the building, I spotted Samuel standing next to my car, a look of worry etched on his face.
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“I heard from Jeffrey what happened,” he said, grabbing my arm when I tried to nudge him away.
“I don’t have time for this; I need to find my son before nightfall,” I urged him to leave me alone for now. I had wasted too much time relying on Hunter. My son was out there all alone, and who knows how he must be feeling, getting scolded by his father for some other woman.
“Reynal” Samuel whispered, refusing to let me go. He paused for a moment because Hunter had come out of the building and had seen us standing together.
“Your problem is with them. Let me come with you. I am the rogue king; I know every area around here. Please let me come along,” his soft tone and earnest request melted my heart.
1 gazed into his eyes and found myself nodding in agreement. He held the door open for me as I hurriedly climbed inside.
He got inside and hit the road, driving around while communicating with his men.
“Keep an eye out on every single corner of the woods,” he said, ending the last call after contacting numerous people in the last few hours.
“I don’t know where my son is, I began to cry, covering my mouth with my hands. Tears had blurred my vision, head felt dizzy. I feared passing out at any moment, but I fought to stay awake for the sake of my son.
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“Everyone is looking for him. We will find him in no time, Samuel reassured me, offering the same comforting words he had been providing for the past few hours.
“But, can you at least shed some light on why Turner headed to the office in the first place?” Samuel asked, expressing his concern. I was at a loss on how to explain what my unsuspecting son was searching for. He went there without realizing that those people harbored animosity towards his mother, and by extension, towards him too.
“Family” I murmured, but I don’t think he heard it. However, he didn’t press me for an answer again, understanding that I wasn’t ready to discuss anything other than how we could locate him.
Despite the time that had passed, there was still no news about him. How was it possible for a little kid to go so far?
“You should stop the car. I want to go into the woods and find him myself, 1 shakily waved at him, signaling to park the car on the side of the road.
“Reyna! My men are already there. Right now, we have to focus on Turner. You’re not well either. Let’s not add another person to the list that we have to look after,” he said in a concerned tone.
Melancholic thoughts filled my heart, even as I tried my best to keep a clear head and hope for my son’s swift return.
That’s when his phone rang again, and he put it on Bluetooth.
“We found the kid,” the good news hit me hard. I sat up in the seat and smiled widely, placing my hands on my heart to thank the moon goddess.
But my happiness was soon tainted with the blood of my innocent son. I will never forget the way the guard took a very deep breath before announcing,
“He has lost so much blood and was ditched into the trash
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