Mated To My Boyfriend's Dad novel Chapter 238

Chapter 238: Watch Her Cry

After drinking to his satisfaction, Fergus cleaned his mouth and sighed. As fun as the experience was, he couldn’t help feeling this overwhelming sense of emptiness eating him up inside.

It was as if he was missing something and killing people only made that more obvious now.

As he looked at Lupe’s dead body, he almost felt... Sorry? Nah, that couldn’t be it. He, Fergus, feels ’sorry’ for a meaningless mortal?

They were all crops, waiting to be harvested by those who were powerful like himself. He couldn’t care less.

"I guess there’ll be no use hiding this body. I just have to hurry back to the camp now." He muttered to himself and rushed up to Kylo’s room where he’d snuck into the house, but then picked up a scent.

He recognized this perfume a little too well. It smelt like strawberries, spring flowers, and everything sweet that irked him to no end. But it also smelt annoyingly soothing because of who wore it...

Isleen.

She had been in this room before she left the house. Maybe if she’d been around too, he would’ve damned all consequences and taken her to somewhere hidden and locked her up there until he had completed his mission and gotten rid of Gamma Rhett.

That stupid mate of hers!

He couldn’t help imagining how her cries would sound when she came back and saw her friend’s dead body. And that made him imagine how she’d sound when he finally got her under him.

Oh, it would go glorious!

But he didn’t have time to imagine that right now. He couldn’t risk someone getting into the house and spotting him there.

He quickly took off his blood-soiled clothes and washed off any remnants of blood on his body.

As he changed into some fresh new clothes from Kylo’s wardrobe, however, he still couldn’t shake off the image of Isleen’s cries.

He knew he had to leave, but a part of him wanted to stay. Stay and wait until he could watch her cry. Stay and watch her wish for revenge against her friend’s killer while he comforts her with false pity. He would hug and caress her, taking in her scent as she sobbed under his hold.

"What in hell’s name is wrong with you, Fergus!" He suddenly groaned in annoyance, slapping his head out of frustration. "This is Isleen. Simple, annoying, uninteresting Isleen. Why are you letting her occupy your thoughts?!"

He brushed his hand through his hair as he took a cologne that Cullen had kept for himself before spraying it on his body, in a desperate move to overwhelm the lingering smell of blood on his body.

The cologne was not his cup of tea, but oh well.

He moved toward the window and then proceeded to leap down.

No sooner had his legs touched the ground than when he took off with his vamp speed, putting as much distance as possible between himself and the scene.

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