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

then finally, a weak gasp of breathe

the earpiece tightening. He had never felt

him, feared him. Now, here he was, stuck in the backseat of a car,

trembled as his thoughts spiraled out of

the first time since his accident, Davis did

He prayed.

regain his strength. Not for revenge —But for her,

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

all his life, he had never felt this great amount of threat. It was as though the perpretrator is fully prepared to wipe them from the face of

the side mirrors. The convoy of cars flanking them

their expressions cold, their

shadow operatives, to crown

past "How deep does her influence run?" Ethan wondered. "She must be a Mafia or deeply connected with one."

rearview mirror. His boss was rigid, his jaw clenched so tightly that

wasn’t speaking, but the way his fingers curled into a fist on his lap told

was only seated in this car because he had locked

on the road. He wasn’t deaf

didn’t hear her responses, but he knew something was wrong.

up to him, he

never liked the idea of running away from any challenge or battle.

firm line as he muttered under his

would have crumbled at the first sign

minutes. The safe route, the backup, even ensuring

not just