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

Chapter 443: Waylaid II

The hum of the car’s engine was the only sound between them for a while, until Ewan finally broke it.

"What’s going on, Connor? What’s Kael up to?" He faced the fellow who had pretended earlier, to be under Kael’s instructions, mind wheels spinning.

If Connor wanted to betray him, there would have been a gun pointed to his head now. The wink too, back at the airport, had been... reassuring.

Meanwhile, Connor’s grip on the steering wheel was tight, knuckles pale against the dark leather. His jaw flexed, and when he spoke, his voice was steady, but it carried an undercurrent of urgency.

"Last night," He began, glancing quickly at Ewan before looking back to the road, "I overheard Kael on the phone. He wasn’t exactly careful. He was talking about Operation E... said to commence with it at the airport at first light. He didn’t mention names, but I’ve been with him long enough to know how to read between the lines. The way he spoke, the tone... it was you, Ewan. He has always wanted your hide."

Ewan turned away, his throat tightening. "Operation E..." The words tasted bitter. E for his name, most likely.

Connor nodded grimly. "I pieced it together from other things he’s said recently. He wanted them to wait at the airport, to ’clean up the mess before it got home.’ That mess was you... I wasn’t sure, but I decided to check."

A pause. "He never told me directly because..." He gave a short, humorless laugh. "...because he thinks we’ve been friends long before you joined the gang. Too bad he couldn’t keep his loud mouth shut... well, too good, or else you would have been fried..."

The admission sat between them like a stone dropped in still water, ripples spreading through the air.

"Connor..."

"You’ve been a good friend, Ewan." Connor cut in, his eyes briefly flicking toward Ewan, searching his face.

"You’ve saved my life more times than I can count. Hell, even at the cost of yours, you’ve put yourself in harm’s way. How could I stand by and let them kill you? That’s why I’m here. To warn you. To get you out. Of course, it means my cover with Kael is blown, but that’s fine. I’d rather lose my place with him than lose you. I know I’ll be safe with you, with Sandro, with Zane. That’s enough for me."

His words came quickly at first, like water bursting from a cracked dam. But as he noticed Ewan’s silence, the flow slowed.

another glance,

he asked quietly, the edge of defensiveness

against his knees as though grounding himself. He finally exhaled, shaking his head slowly. "It’s not that

Connor. Really. You saved my life back there. I don’t even want to think about what would’ve happened if you hadn’t shown up. I owe

relaxed, though the worry in

mind was a storm. Anger at Kael surged hot through his veins, tangled with a sharper, colder fear for his family. Was Susan really

"Have you heard from Sandro or

head tilted, a quick shake. "No. Not since yesterday. That’s the other thing...." He trailed off, eyes narrowing as he glanced at the rearview mirror. His lips pressed

Sure enough, five cars trailed them, each keeping its distance

curse, his phone buzzed. Relief surged when he saw the name. "Zane."

you?" His voice

alive, believe it or not. The bullet wounds don’t hurt as much today. I can breathe without feeling like a knife’s lodged in my ribs. So... better than yesterday,

Ewan muttered. Where are you

resting.

staring at the cars in pursuit. He didn’t want to pile more weight on Zane’s shoulders. "Just checking. I’m on the road back from visiting the old

huh? How’d that

went well. Productive, even. Lucky." He shifted, his gaze darting between the side mirror and Connor’s steady

"If something

loosened something inside Ewan. His chest expanded with a shaky breath, though unease still prickled under his skin. "Alright," he murmured. "That’s

goodbyes, and as the line went dead, Ewan tucked the phone away. He turned to Connor, whose lips were quirking in that dangerous smirk

"Lose them," Ewan said.

dripping with mock offense. "Thought you’d

him, bracing. Connor pressed the accelerator, and the car surged forward like

narrowing, neon signs flashing, startled pedestrians diving out