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

Chapter 323: Punishing Morgan II

Even though Ewan maintained a calm demeanor watching Aiden approach him with lips pressed in a thin line, he was a bit tense; after all, the older male was a significant part of Athena’s life.

Offending Aiden was bound to have consequences for his budding relationship with his wife. What questions would the male attack him with first?

"What’s going on up there?" His lips moved on their own accord, needing to exhale the tension in some way.

Aiden shrugged his shoulders in response, coming to stand before Ewan, his eyes fixed tautly on the latter—as if appraising the emotion in his eyes, as if doing so would let him see Ewan’s innermost thoughts.

"A continuation of what you allowed... Susan, though, is taking the reins this time around. She doesn’t seem to be backing down anytime soon, especially since Athena mentioned Morgan had raped her mother..."

Ewan pursed his lips, biting down the urge to express his foremost thought—Morgan deserved whatever he was getting, and the females were right to get their pound of flesh—not wanting to trigger Aiden’s cuss words again.

"You know those hooligans deserve it. Athena and Susan need the release."

After Aiden had finally saved Morgan from Athena’s almost maniacal wrath, he had ordered Ewan’s men to take Morgan and his faint-hearted crew of two upstairs to one of the torture rooms.

However, Susan had stopped them by demanding from Athena what Morgan had really done to her mother. And when Athena had given the answer, a simple yet heavy-laden "He raped her," Susan, before anyone could stop her, had rushed over, taken the knife, and stabbed Morgan in the thigh.

She was only able to get in three stabs before one of Ewan’s men, ordered by Ewan, had stopped the young lady. They had dragged her, kicking and screaming, away from a passed-out Morgan, who couldn’t take the continuous assault, while Dax watched on, urinating on himself.

However, they hadn’t been able to stop her when she insisted on following the crew upstairs. Aiden had let her go, after Athena’s consent to Susan’s request, on the premise that she not kill the cruel gang leader; they needed to question him.

It has been more than fifteen minutes and over twenty shouts, as Athena had resuscitated Morgan and Heron before the torture had continued, and the females were not done releasing their pent-up anger that had simmered for months.

"I know you are right; they needed to get the anger out of their system, but..." Aiden paused, exhaling tiredly. "I don’t want Athena descending into chaos. It’s not favorable for her."

"How would you know that?"

into that haze—mostly when there’s gross injustice towards children and women—it triggers her to go on a... well, a crazy, righteous rampage, something like what you just witnessed. And when she’s done, when we return to base, when her mind settles down, she begins to doubt herself, ask questions, even takes

thought. "Have the kids caught her in that state? A drinking state or doubtful haze, I

snap out of

the frequency of the matter, and her taking to drinks since the

furrowed his brows, checking, calculating this matter. "I think the frequency of the matter and the drinking habit thereafter has quite reduced. If I should be honest, I would say that with every descent, she has built a better handle on her

Aiden. Athena is not a breakable glass, I doubt she would want to be attributed as such, not after the fire she’s been through. Of course, it’s okay to show concern for her, to protect her in some cases, but in this matter, I think I’m not evil for letting her vent out her anger. She needed it. And Morgan needed to see that she wasn’t some easy prey to manipulate—that there’s a reason why she’s highly respected by her counterparts

realizing after a few turns that his overprotectiveness and assumption to know what was best for Athena was

He muttered, to Ewan’s amusement, who thought he was

to push the truce, seeing as the tension

hands into his pockets, taking a position that made him stand next to Ewan, both looking at the staircase

surprised either, which would only explain that she knows—that you have told her—that

A pause.

His identity shouldn’t

say ’people like me’?..." Ewan teased, folding his arms across his chest, basking in the atmosphere of

scoffed. "Are you going to talk, or will

laughed, shaking his head. "You

Ewan’s laughter sputtered to a halt. He frowned,

Humor thoroughly dissipated from his

quelling the need to explain

that name since I

long time, quite all right. Aiden thought, his brain calculating dates and times. But

"But you were..."

I’m aware, but

worked with Ewan—even the few who had saved

head, not

Ewan thought, bemused, still facing the