Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours!

Chapter 177: Subduing Criminals

That order was stupid, Athena thought.

If she were in the gang, she would have shot the target and blamed it on an accident. But the gang members were loyal to a fault.

Still...

"So, what are you going to do now? Walk away? That seems like cowardice?" Athena asked, flexing her fingers as if warming up for a fight.

"Careful, Doctor Athena. I might not have been given the order to kill you, but it doesn’t say anything about maiming you. I’m the one with the gun here." Heronica’s voice dripped with arrogance.

Athena laughed, a sound that was both startling and cold, before a chilling glint settled in her eyes.

"Not for so long..." She muttered, her instincts kicking into high gear as she deftly lunged forward, grabbing Heronica’s wrists in a swift motion.

In one fluid movement, she pulled the woman toward her, twisting her body around so her back was now to Heronica’s front.

With a sudden, sharp tug, Athena disarmed her opponent, the gun slipping from Heronica’s grasp and into her own deft hands.

"Who’s holding the gun now?" Athena questioned, her voice steady as she aimed the weapon at Heronica, who stood there, bewildered, her bravado shattered by the rapid shift in power.

"You..." Heronica stuttered, her confidence evaporating as she began to sweat, the cold glint in Athena’s eyes amplifying her panic. "How did..."

Athena, noting the silencer attached to the gun, thoughtfully clocked it in place. Without hesitation, she shot the weapon less than a foot away from Heronica’s foot.

jumped in fright, any remnant

chuckled softly, savoring the moment. "Not so tough,

seat. Let’s have

a reluctant nod, Heronica complied, her eyes darting around the area as if searching

the gang?" Athena asked,

to play it cool despite the situation. "What else? To frustrate you

mind racing. "Quite understandable. So,

the children,

her brows, mentally recalculating the positions of everything that Heronica had just

with Old Mr. Thorne. Gianna was with them

than the gang, so

being watched for a while, but she hadn’t thought they would be able to discover the location. Even if they had uncovered it, they wouldn’t be able to access it; the doors only opened to her. And

even though his eyes had remained closed—He had murmured her name one night while she’d been working in the drug

had called Aiden to transport him to Sandro’s house,

done her work, and wasn’t up for the mushy stuff that might arise when he opened his eyes, neither

would have known about Ewan’s whereabouts; Aiden wasn’t a spy, and

If

motion, she pulled out her phone from her trench coat with her left hand while still keeping the

off the location to Aiden

she noticed the other woman smirking, a hint of malice in

going to regret a lot of things in the coming days. I just