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

Chapter 312: Finding Morgan II

Ewan thought about Athena’s statement while his eyes scanned through the sitting room for the hundredth time.

Could the gang be behind this? The motive was there; yes, they would want to thwart his efforts since they couldn’t kill him, but how could they have known that he was here for Morgan? How would they even cooperate with Morgan?

Morgan’s gang was also a rival gang and was currently the most sought-after gang, even by other gangs, because of their cruel involvement in the Grey disease.

So, no, Philemon wouldn’t hide Morgan; he would rather kill the brute or hand him over to Ewan.

Hence, he negated Athena’s statement.

"The gang doesn’t know our reason for coming... didn’t know I was working with you... or maybe..." Ewan shook his head, picking up his phone. There was no time for guesswork. It was time to dial in Spider.

"Spider, we can’t find Morgan here." Ewan knew better than to ask Spider if he had gotten the right coordinates; the last time he had done that, during the search for Zack, the outcome hadn’t been funny.

"Then it means someone snitched on us. Do you know anyway this could have been possible..." Spider’s smooth voice echoed through the phone, which Ewan had put on loudspeaker, leaving Athena to deal with how familiar the voice sounded.

Frustration threatened to boil over when she tried to remember again and failed. Where had she heard this smooth voice?

She was so engrossed in her questioning that she didn’t notice that Ewan had finished the call until he called her attention.

"He said we should give him a few minutes to locate the evil stench again..."

Athena nodded and made her way to one of the one-seat sofas in the sitting room. The entrance was still open. Ewan sat in the opposite chair, his eyes still scanning the room.

"You think there’s something to see in this room?" Athena finally asked, noting his eye movements.

"You never can tell... and it doesn’t hurt to check one more time. The eyes aren’t complaining..."

Athena chuckled, marveling at the statement. It was the exact phrasing the Boss from the CIA usually used whenever he wanted them to do a recheck of a premises.

It never hurt the eyes to keep checking.

She joined Ewan in the search; it helped pass the time while they waited. But a few seconds in, her eyes decided that watching Ewan was a better duty.

to peruse his features in the broad light of

perfectly shaped, and a trimmed soft beard—that usually heightened her pleasure whenever he was pleasing her

their sheer intensity, especially when

Athena swallowed hard.

want me to join

caress around every nerve

his eye color darkened to a richer

back the urge to squish her thighs together—doing so

all desperation, she inhaled deeply and stood to her feet, walking straight to the other end

path to the closed window. He knew why she had walked away and

as he remembered the kiss he had shared with her those months ago in the elevator. It seemed like ages ago

fact that she already had a

got to his feet, Athena beckoned him. "Come

her, finding

as newcomers in the house, they hadn’t seen this door because, firstly, the sitting

the door hidden behind a small extension of the wall, which had stopped as if the large emptiness of the room had

you think we will find there? Do you think there’s a secret stairway

replied,

deeply, he covered the distance and turned the knob, pleased that it wasn’t

who lived here must be a

assessing what they had walked into—a den

others on boards nailed to the wall. There were pistols, AK-47s, Glocks, shotguns, and even a few

wedged between some of the guns were any indication. This was the

pictures of the place before sending them to whomever was on the other end. He then approached the

mused, looking for any cupboards where he

cupboards but

cleaned everything out and left these guns here?

armory. He thought, wondering about

to the last cupboard and opened it, pausing when he saw a white lab

when he caught the company label on its