Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 94: You can’t sleep..

"Stay safe." Jessica’s voice continuously echoed in his head.

Davis’ fists clenched, his nails digging into his palms, his patience slipping faster than the seconds. His usually composed self was nowhere to be found, he was frustrated beyond recourse.

His gaze boring into Ethan, whose hand gripped the wheel so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.

"Ethan, what the hell do you think you’re doing?" Davis’ voice was low but menacing. "Do you have any idea how dangerous it is for her out there alone?"

Ethan swallowed hard but didn’t slow down. "Sir, I understood very well but she had a clear instructions she ordered me to—"

"To hell with her orders!" Davis snapped, slamming his fist on the door. "If anything happens to her, Ethan—" His voice, fear evident.

He felt his whole body drowning in regret and self blame.

"If I hadn’t wasted time drowning in despair... If I had just focused on recovering earlier...may be things would have been different," he mused gritting his teeth.

The thought of being unable to protect the one person who had stood by him, who had fought for him, was totally suffocating.

Last night, he had made the decision to revive all the units functioning under him immediately they returned to their own place but fate had another agenda.

Just a few hours, and they are under a well plotted attack. It seems that if Jessica had been in his life may be this time—he will lose his life for sure.

Then her voice came through the earpiece, faint and breathless.

"Davis, you won’t have Ethan’s head," she said, amusement laced in her words despite the situation. "Just be obedient. In an hour, you’ll see me."

Her voice wavered slightly. The background noise wasn’t lost on Davis—muffled voices, shuffling movements, a sharp intake of breath.

His chest tightened at the unimaginable. "Jessica," He screamed with suppressed groan, his voice hoarse. "Are you hurt?"

Silence.

to the pit

pause, then finally, a weak gasp of breathe "I’m

tightening. He had never felt more useless than at

people respected him, feared him. Now, here he was, stuck in the backseat of a car, waiting for

thoughts spiraled out

Davis did something he hadn’t done

He prayed.

for revenge —But for her, for

again, light and teasing. "See you later." Then the

amount of threat. It was as though the perpretrator is fully prepared to wipe them from the face of the

wheel, his eyes darting to the side mirrors. The convoy of cars flanking them in perfect formation was reassuring and

expressions cold,

shadow operatives, to crown it all they

never been able to find out who she is or her past "How deep does her influence run?" Ethan wondered. "She

rearview mirror. His boss was rigid, his jaw

speaking, but the way his fingers curled into a fist on his lap told

only seated in this car because he

slow breath, forcing himself to focus on the road. He wasn’t deaf to the urgency in Davis’ voice

but he

up to him,

any challenge or battle. But Jessica had been

a firm line as he

If it had been Risa, she would have crumbled at the first sign of danger,

safe route, the backup, even ensuring Davis was guarded while she handled the

not just