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

Chapter 382: Another Extraction

The drive to the Thorne private hangar blurred past in tense silence. Only the low hum of engines and the occasional crackle of Zane’s voice over the radio broke the stillness.

Athena kept her gaze fixed outside, watching trees dissolve into stretches of highway, her thoughts spinning restlessly.

Would the criminals hold onto Kendra just for a while? Could they not kill Lucas yet? Could they hold on until she got there? This mantra repeated over and over in her head, like she was trying to push her mental positivity into the minds of the kidnappers.

Secondly, she wondered how the men had located the almost invisible place she had hidden the family in. Was there a mole in their midst, as Morgan had spoken about, or were the criminals that competent?

She bit her lips, yet watching her environment from the tinted glass, her feet dropping slow beats on the floor of the car, impatient to get to level ground, to begin the mission.

Spider had promised his innocence in all this, so the competency of the criminals dwindled before her eyes. Or was there someone like him, someone he had groomed while working with the gang? Someone who had no loyalty to Ewan...

"Athena, you shouldn’t worry. Spider gives me updates every five minutes. Nothing will happen to Kendra or Lucas."

Although Ewan had no real energy to save Lucas, who had been one of the tools used to destroy his relationship with Athena more than five years ago, looking at Athena’s worried face was enough motivation. And there was the part that he had to forgive the male for lying against his wife, as he had been forgiven.

"And what has he said in the last five minutes?" Athena’s question drew Ewan from his thoughts.

"That they are safe. Lucas is losing blood, but he will survive if we arrive there as planned, if the extraction goes as planned."

Athena nodded, yet looking through the window, thinking of the nature of beating they must have given her former best friend, for him to have bled that much. Beating with iron?

She sighed, and looked away from the window, turning to meet Ewan’s gaze. "What do you think about this mission? I don’t want to be too positive."

"Maybe you should be," Ewan said softly, meeting her eyes, wishing he could hug her, that he could nestle her in his arms and comfort her.

With this thought came the strong feeling to do as he felt, and so to curtail this thing, especially with her looking at him that way, he asked about her boyfriend; the name tasted bitter in his mouth.

is Antonio? Did you inform

shook her head. "He already talks about his work being strenuous. I didn’t want to add an

watching the sights from her window; and Ewan knew that the conversation, as of

his confession to the Thornes a few moments ago? Exhaling

the convoy slowed, the black silhouette of the private hangar rose ahead. Floodlights cast the tarmac in pale gold, where the Thorne’s jet

warehouse meters away from the jet, she knew there was more than one flight machine

attendants standing by the open private jet, who must have been awoken from their sleep to be here, and felt sorry. Her old man shouldn’t have.

higher than their counterparts in

Ewan say, and gave

feet away from the jet. Doors opened and men flooded out. Just five men in addition to the usual flock–Ewan hadn’t thought

night air rushed in as Athena opened her own door, carrying

caught up close as she looked up at the plane. She had seen it before, in the news media of course—the Thorne’s wealth had never been subtle or

crew. She watched as the men saluted him–this

Mr. Giacometti. Cabin prepared," one of

up in five," Ewan

his steps to her, to Aiden and his friends. "Everything has been prepared." He paused, to tell the

to our beds." A short smile touched his lips. "Not that any of us

smiled with him. "I’m getting older, but I feel rather refreshed when on missions like

cocked a brow

too, citing something like age as

his friends—Athena managed a smile—diffusing the

was the statement that rang through in their minds as

the jet’s cabin gleamed—cream leather seats, polished wood panels, soft recessed lighting that tried but failed to soften the

not as tightened as before. Everything will be fine. She had gone