When Love Comes Late
Chapter 1775

He had a gut feeling that tonight would be the climax of their long, twisted tale.

Sure enough, Matthew came alone, just as Benny had anticipated.

His concern for Waldo and Lucia had made him cautious, and his solitude satisfied Benny immensely.

He loaded his gun, the click echoing in the night, and dialed Matthew’s number.

When Matthew answered, Benny barked, “Get out of the car!”

He hung up immediately, and then pointed his gun in the direction of Matthew.

Matthew complied, stepping out of the vehicle.

Benny aimed, years of festering resentment boiling over.

He squeezed the trigger repeatedly, each shot a cathartic release of his pent-up rage.

His only thought was to end Matthew’s life!

This vendetta had consumed him, becoming a dark obsession that gnawed at his soul.

Gunfire shattered the night.

Matthew, reacting quickly, dived back into the car, but not before a bullet found its mark in his chest.

He staggered momentarily, but the bulletproof vest he wore absorbed the impact, sparing his life.

Despite the pain from a graze on his arm from another bullet as he got in, Matthew slammed the car door shut.

Benny’s remaining bullets ricocheted off the bulletproof vehicle, sparking against the metal but causing no harm.

“f@ck!” Benny cursed, realizing Matthew had been prepared.

Furious, he reached for a more powerful sniper rifle, but just as he was about to switch weapons, a bullet tore through his shoulder.

His hand trembled, and the rifle slipped from his grasp, clattering to the ground.

Benny looked toward the source of the shot, cursing himself for not foreseeing Matthew’s snipers.

He had revealed his position when he fired at Matthew, and now Matthew’s men reacted accordingly.

Benny’s desire to kill Matthew led to his own carelessness.

And he didn’t expect Matthew would use himself as bait.

Benny’s eyes reddened with rage.

He couldn’t remain in this exposed position.

Struggling to control his fury, he supported his injured shoulder and called Edmund, his voice seething with anger.

“Get your helicopter to the Seamarsh Cliff immediately.

Don’t waste a second, or I’ll have someone kill Flossie!”

Thankfully, he still had leverage; it wasn’t a total loss.

He needed to escape now or face certain death.

As long as he lived, he would settle the score with Matthew eventually.