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.

with me. “Backfire how? He’s a

if I made either of you feel your opinion matters

mine?” Uncle

due respect, no, Uncle.” I reply, “Would anyone’s opinion matter to you if it was Aunt Elena

say it was pride. It wasn’t. It was

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

her daughter,

as if she

to the torture room

eyes lit up the second she sees her chained up father and then fills

King…” The man roars, “Leave

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

man- Daniel Tripp – I had learnt his name was, screams his punctured lungs

wife, Tripp?” I

a million times before, I don’t know! We were paid to do

they ask you to take her?” I

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I don’t know!”

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

it! Even you’re

my wife? Try me.” I

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

his

please,” I say with a calm I don’t

break. The f**er doesn’t break. Will takes

“Leave her.”

“Location.”

and I raise my finger. Will freezes and

one who would die by tonight without

in front of your eyes, starting

flickers in his eyes. “There’s a warehouse. It’s not too far from here. We were asked to get here

“Transport her where?”

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

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

and then tells me the location of

that was the only name I could think of as we drove more and

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and New York were the Bratva territories, and yet Nico had found some Italian thugs setting up base in our outskirts, preparing for a potential attack.

chest when the warehouse came into view, abandoned and dark. It looked

the comms, “Nico

Uncle Damien asked