My Anti-hero Fairy System-Chapter 72. The Good News

"But I’m not lying. The results really were inconclusive," he insisted.

Cara scoffed, her voice dripping with disbelief. "Even a fool could see you’re lying. Spill the truth. Now."

Darren clenched his jaw. "I can’t tell you anything, Cara."

"Why?" she snapped, her patience unraveling.

Before he could respond, she was already inside his mind, peeling back layers of fear and hesitation. What she found only deepened her curiosity—Darren wasn’t just afraid of *her* He was terrified of his boss at the lab. And that meant whatever he had uncovered was bigger than she had anticipated.

"I just *can’t* tell you," Darren muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "If I do, they’ll kill my family."

Cara exhaled, forcing herself to ease back. "Fine," she said, her tone deceptively casual. "Just give me a hint—was it vampire blood?"

Darren flicked his eyes toward her for the briefest second before quickly looking back at the road. That was all Cara needed. In that moment, she dug deeper into his mind, unraveling the truth he refused to say aloud.

It *was* vampire blood. But it wasn’t just that—it was tainted. Infected. Altered. A virus had contaminated it, the result of some kind of experiment that had taken place in the cellar.

The real question was—who had been the subject of that experiment? And what had it created?

"You know what, Darren?" Cara said smoothly, leaning back in her seat. "Don’t bother telling me anything. I’ve already figured it out."

Relief washed over Darren’s face. "Really? So you’re not going to push me anymore?"

Cara smirked. "For someone to threaten your family, that means this was an *unsanctioned* experiment—way above your pay grade. Which, in other words, means you’re useless to me."

Darren flinched at the insult but pressed on. "Where did you even get that sample? How did you get involved in this?"

"Curiosity killed the cat, Darren," Cara said, her voice laced with amusement. "Stop asking questions."

But Darren wasn’t letting it go. "Please. I *need* to know how this started—why my family is in danger. Please, Cara."

She glanced at him, already knowing the truth. His desperation wasn’t just fear—it was a directive. His boss had ordered him to extract information from her.

Cara played along. "Since you’re so obsessed with this, let’s make a trade. Tell me who your boss is, and I will tell you where I found the sample. Deal?"

Darren hesitated, his mind racing. As they pulled up in front of the diner, he finally exhaled. "Alright. It’s a deal. I will tell you who my boss is."

Cara smiled, stepping out of the car. "No need. I will figure that out myself. So, fuck off." She shot him a wink before slamming the door shut.

Darren sat there, stunned, as she walked toward the diner. He had no idea that the moment he hesitated, Cara had already slipped into his mind and extracted everything she needed.

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Cara stepped into the diner and immediately noticed that preparations for Rudy’s meeting were well underway. Tables were being rearranged, chairs straightened, and decorations adjusted. *With what I brought for Jackie, I doubt this event will even happen,* she thought to herself.

[I seriously doubt it too. Now that Jackie is about to reclaim what’s rightfully hers, Rudy is in for a rude awakening,] Hagrit said.

Cara smirked, barely suppressing a chuckle.

She scanned the room, searching for Jackie, but there was no sign of her. Three waitresses were busy setting up, moving quickly to ensure everything was perfect. Spotting Cindy, one of the waitresses, Cara walked up to her.

"Have you seen Jackie?" she asked.

Cindy nodded. "Yeah, she’s in her office," she replied before glancing at Cara with a raised brow. "Are you going to help us out with this?" she asked, gesturing toward the chair she was arranging. "Rudy will be back any minute now."

Cara stilled at that. "Wait—Rudy’s already here?"

Cindy sighed. "Yeah, he just stepped out to grab something for the meeting. And apparently, it’s happening this *afternoon*, not tonight."

Cara’s jaw tightened. *Damn. That means I have less time than I thought.*

"I’ll help in a bit, but I need to talk to Jackie first," Cara said, already turning toward the office.

"Cara—" Cindy started, but she was gone before she could finish.

Reaching Jackie’s office, Cara knocked.

"Come in, whoever you are," Jackie called from inside.

"It’s me, Cara," she replied, stepping in and closing the door behind her.

Jackie looked up, crossing her arms. "Wow. So, you *finally* decided to come back?" she said, a hint of irritation in her voice. "You know it’s been an hour since you left?"

Cara gave a sheepish smile. "Sorry, I was looking for something important."

Jackie’s expression softened slightly. "And? Did you find it?"

Cara grinned. "Yeah. I did."

Jackie arched her brow. "Great. Now get back to work."

Ignoring her, Cara swung the backpack off her shoulder and set it on Jackie’s desk.

Jackie frowned. "What are you doing?"

"I have good news for you," Cara said, unzipping the bag. She pulled out a folded set of documents and handed them over. "This is proof that your father paid off his debt. This diner is yours."

Jackie blinked in confusion before hesitantly unfolding the papers. The moment her eyes landed on the signature at the bottom, her breath hitched.

"This... this is my father’s signature," she whispered, her hands trembling as she traced the ink. "Where did you get this?"

"I found it in Rudy’s study," Cara said simply.

Jackie’s shock turned into fury in an instant. "That *bastard*," she seethed. "He’s going to *pay*. I’ll make sure of it."

Cara smirked. "That’s the spirit." She stepped closer, lowering her voice. "Though... I’m still waiting to hear a *thank you*."

Jackie stood up, closing the distance between them. It was like an invisible force was pulling them together.

Then, without hesitation, Jackie leaned in and kissed her.

When she pulled away, her voice was thick with emotion. "Thank you. You just changed my life. I don’t think I can ever repay you for this."

Cara’s lips curled into a sly smile. "I only want one reward..." she murmured, her fingers brushing against Jackie’s waist.

Jackie tilted her head. "And what’s that?"

"You."

Jackie’s breath hitched, but then she crashed her lips against Cara’s, pulling her in. Cara wrapped her arms around her, holding her close as the world outside faded away.

Their lips met in a frenzy of kisses, their tongues entwining as their hands roamed over each other’s bodies.

Cara moaned softly into Jackie’s mouth as she felt her hands begin to explore her curves. Jackie’s fingers found their way under Cara’s blouse, tracing the outline of her bra-covered breasts before moving lower to unbutton her pants.

With a lustful growl, Cara pushed Jackie away just long enough to remove her own clothes, revealing the lacy black lingerie she had chosen specifically for this encounter. Jackie let out a low whistle of appreciation as she took in the sight of her ’s nearly naked body.

"You’re even more beautiful than I ever imagined," Jackie murmured as she reached out to cup Cara’s ample breasts in her hands. Cara arched her back in response, offering herself up to Jackie’s touch.

The two women continued to kiss and touch each other, their hands moving with practiced ease as they worked to arouse one another. Jackie began to gently knead Cara’s nipples between her fingers, eliciting gasps of pleasure from her . Meanwhile, Cara’s own hands had found their way into Jackie’s pants, her fingers exploring the slick folds of her pussy.

"Fuck, Cara," Jackie gasped as she felt her ’s fingers slip inside her. "I’ve been so wet just thinking about this moment."

Cara grinned wickedly in response, her fingers beginning to pump in and out of Jackie’s pussy with increasing speed and intensity. At the same time, Jackie’s own fingers delved deeper into Cara’s wetness, alternating between gentle strokes and more forceful thrusts.

As their arousal continued to build, the two women began to whisper filthy words into each other’s ears.

"I want to feel your tongue on my clit," Cara moaned, her voice filled with lust. "And then I want to taste your cum on my lips."

Jackie responded by nipping playfully at Cara’s earlobe. "Oh, I’ll give you what you want," she purred. "But first, I’m going to make you scream my name as you cum all over my fingers."

With that, Jackie increased the pace of her thrusts, her fingers sliding in and out of Cara’s dripping wetness with increasing speed. Cara’s breath came faster and faster as her orgasm approached, her hips bucking against Jackie’s hand in time with the rhythm of her fingers.

Suddenly, Cara could feel the waves of her climax crashing over her, her body shuddering with pleasure as she cried out Jackie’s name. Jackie didn’t let up, continuing to pump her fingers into Cara’s pussy until she had wrung every last drop of pleasure from her body.

Cara collapsed against Jackie, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to catch her breath. Jackie wrapped her arms around Cara, holding her close as they both reveled in the afterglow of their passionate encounter.

"That was incredible," Cara murmured as she finally managed to regain her composure. "But I’m not done with you yet."