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.

how?

made

mine?” Uncle

“Would anyone’s opinion matter to you if it was Aunt Elena

A t**kle shines in his eyes and if I didn’t know any better, I would say it was pride. It wasn’t. It was probably

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

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

if she couldn’t make sense of the world around

carry her to the torture

her chained up father and then fills with tears when the bloc makes the

“Leave my daughter,

wife back. Tell me where I can find her and I’ll send

three!” The man- Daniel Tripp – I had learnt his name was, screams his punctured lungs

my wife, Tripp?” I

out. “I told you a million times before, I don’t

they ask you to take

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I don’t know!”

I raise my shoulder. “Will, come and take the little girl.” My eyes stay fixed on Tripp. “Do with her

don’t believe it! Even you’re

my wife? Try me.”

full blown s**bs. “No, dada! Dada please! I

his eyes hesitant.

with

The f**er doesn’t break. Will takes the little girl from

“Leave her.”

“Location.”

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

who would die

your worst nightmare in front of your eyes, starting with your little girl,

from here. We were asked to get here there, and then they would transport her after we

“Transport her where?”

his head. “The warehouse is the best I know. I can take you there, if you leave

they’ll let your kid go. One mistake, Tripp, you even try crossing me once, and I will make sure you

and then tells me the location

distance of three hours in/one. The Italian Mob, that was the only name I could think of as we drove more and more towards the

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in our outskirts, preparing for a potential attack. Xander wiped them clean, but I guess they came back like a f**g plague

warehouse came into view, abandoned and dark. It looked inhabitable,

the right.” I spoke through the comms, “Nico take the

door?” Uncle Damien asked