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.

together, his mouth tightening. He stole another glance,

asked quietly,

his hands, flexing them against his knees as though grounding himself. He finally exhaled, shaking his head slowly. "It’s

Connor. Really. You saved my life back there.

though the worry in

with a sharper, colder fear for his family. Was Susan really okay? Was Athena safe? His fingers twitched, itching

throat. "Have you

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 into a thin line.

his seat. Sure enough, five cars trailed them, each keeping its distance but steady, like shadows stitched to their path.

he could curse, his phone buzzed. Relief surged when

you?" His voice

other end, Zane chuckled weakly. "Still alive, believe it or not. The bullet wounds don’t hurt as much today. I

Ewan muttered. Where

resting. Why?"

He didn’t want to pile more weight on Zane’s

old boss, huh?

Lucky." He shifted, his gaze darting between the side mirror and Connor’s steady focus. "How’s my

confident, steady. "If something had happened,

a shaky breath, though unease still prickled under his skin. "Alright,"

Ewan tucked the phone away. He turned to

"Lose them," Ewan said.

dripping with mock offense. "Thought you’d

Connor pressed the accelerator, and the

neon signs flashing, startled