His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 128

TALEN

Cold frightful dread filled in me.

Two hours. It had been two hours since my wife was taken.

“You need medical attention, Alex.” Uncle Damien’s voice brings me out of my dark thoughts.

Even though I wince because of the pain in my right arm, I shake my head. “My wife needs my attention.”

Damien sighs. “What if it’s a targeted attack? We’ve already connected the two attacks, one that happened at your

house a few months ago and this were orchestrated by the same person. What if the target was always Mia?”

“It can’t be.” I seeth, “The first time, they had no idea who she was.”

“And now they do?”

“Now, she’s my wife.”

“A fact that wasn’t true till last afternoon.”

“We’re wasting time, okay? We’re wasting time.” I pass my left hand through my hair and kick a chair in frustration. It slides a little before toppling over with a huge sound. “My wife needs me,”

“We have to consider the possibility…”

“Don’t!” I stop my Uncle’s words midway with a scream. I didn’t care in that moment that he was my Uncle or the head of the organisation I had worked half my life to be at. “If you want to help, help. If not, you’re free to leave my house. But I’m not stopping till I get my wife where I belong.”

Next. To. Me.

It was a miscalculation on my part to take just Mia and Dominic to meet Damien. I figured where would we be safer other than a house that has triple the security mine did, and also that she would be intimidated enough by all the changes in her life without adding another hundred soldiers to the mix.

A f**g miscalculation.

It had been six hours since my wife was taken and even turning the entire city upside down wasn’t enough. It was

as if I was aiming to find a needle in a haystack.

We had three men captured from the attack, and not one of them would speak up despite the hours of torture

I may have resorted to some methods that my wife would murder me for if she gets to know.

“This could severely backfife,” Nico reasons with me.

by his side, he was back to agreeing with me. “Backfire how? He’s a bandit, not the head of an organisation.

my eyes. “I’m sorry if I made

Uncle

anyone’s opinion matter to you if

eyes and if I didn’t know any better, I would say it was pride. It wasn’t. It

a lady and a three year old girl in tow. “What’s going on?” The raver haired lady cries out, tears

do,” I tell her before grabbing her daughter, and she cries out all the more, tryi to wriggle out of

was quieter though, calmer, as if she couldn’t make sense

her to the torture room

she sees her chained up father and then fills with tears when

“Leave my daughter, you f**g

her and I’ll

f**ker, she’s three!” The man- Daniel Tripp – I had learnt his name

is my wife,

you a million

ask you to

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I don’t know!”

and take the little girl.” My eyes

Even you’re not

Try me.” I

the little girl breaks into tears and full blown s**bs. “No, dada! Dada

gulps, his eyes

with a calm I

break. Will takes

“Leave her.”

“Location.”

“I.. I don’t know much.” Tripp **bs, and I raise my finger. Will

the one who would die

I will make you see your worst nightmare in front

not too far from here. We were asked to get here there, and then they would transport her after we get our

“Transport her where?”

best I know. I can take you there,

warehouse and only once I confirm you didn’t set us up, they’ll let your kid go. One mistake, Tripp, you even try crossing me once,

me

in/one. The Italian Mob, that was the only name I could think of as

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our outskirts, preparing for a potential attack. Xander wiped them clean,

chest when the warehouse came into view, abandoned and

the comms, “Nico take

main door?” Uncle Damien