His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 137

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I woke up because of footsteps around me. My stranger danger is seriously lacking, because instead of pretending to be asleep, my eyes flung open.

Alex was leaning over me in the dim light of the room.

“Alex?” I blinked, a sense of relief washing over me even in my half conscious state when I sat up straight and switched on the night lamp to look at his face. “You’re here.”

“I’m sorry I woke you up, cupcake.” He sounded tired and a little wearied out.

“Alex..” I breathed his presence in, rubbing my thumb over his jaw, taking in his state. “There’s blood on your shirt.”

“Not mine.”

“What’s wrong?” I asked him, my heart dropping. “You left.”

“I’m sorry, baby.” He holds my hand, the one on his face, and brings my knuckles to his lips to place an innocent kiss.

“What’s wrong?” I repeat. “Why did you leave?”

“I couldn’t lay next to you knowing the men who did that to you are still out there he says cautiously, as if reading my expression with each word he says.

“Why did you leave me here?” I whispered. “You should’ve taken me with you.”

“To a war zone?” He retorts in a low voice. “Am I crazy? You were safe here.”

I’m safe with you, I wanted to tell him. I don’t. “You’re back.”

He nods a little. “I found them.”

I gulp when his words register, my lips a little parted. “How?”

“May or may not have invaded the Italian hideout.” He smiles. “Found every man that fit the description you gave, got the culprit identified by Dom, and then I took the next flight out to you.”

“Dominic is awake?” I focus on the only positive my mind could find. “He’s going to

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be okay?”

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“Just woke up again two days ago, and he’s officially out of danger as of yesterday.”

Tears rim my eyes. Happy tears. “That’s good.”

to wipe them off the second they threatened to fall. “You decide what we do with those men, baby,” he says, “It’s time to return

for the entirety of the next day. Alex tries talking to me about it, but I wasn’t much of a conversation. I sleep on the plane in the bedroom in Alex’s jet, and stare out of the window of

extends his hand to my lap and entwines our fingers, and that gets me to shift closer to

had reached the said place two hours into the outskirts because there was so much blood on

my first words in a long

of it,” he replies, not sounding sorry. “The

a low voice. “Your uncle must’ve not been too

you think

look like he liked me too much when you took me to

That makes you one of us. And we take attacks on any one of us personally.” Alex reassures me and my heart beats faster as the car rounds

One of us.

One of them.

part

of the car and Alex leads me into the warehouse. Hundreds of

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us, some go as far as

acknowledgment,

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to be scared, okay?” He whispers to me when we walk close enough. “They’re beaten up enough to not even be able to talk properly. And, I’m with you. I’ll my life a hundred times before I let anyone touch

breathing deep to not

Alex hands me a gun tucked under his vest. “It’s

whisper back,

promises. “This is just to put my

hand tighter

were inside. Bloodied. Bounded. Chained. Suffering. Just like

my strength fades as tears fill my eyes immediately and my lips quivered. Even twenty-four

shake when I grab the gun tighter

they live, and how

couldn’t even see their faces clearly. I wouldn’t have been able

body over mine, his touch on my boobs while his other hand stroked his d**k, how desperately he tried to open my pants and snuggle his hand inside to touch me- all of it

hear what Alex

a moment, I forgot he was even there, or the

me and that ginger man in

realise when the gun I was gripping was raised

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the air until blood oozed out of his abdomen, right where he had shot Dominic. I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. I aimed for his d**k next,

the ground with a thud, and I stare at his body with blurred vision because

to not hear a word he said, he walks me out of the room where the first man I ever killed lies in

me out of my thoughts when he hands me a coffee six hours later in his house, after I stood in the shower