Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

Chapter 88

Confessing his crimes I sat in one of the rooms in the operating center and observed the fierce CEO transform into a secret agent on a mission. It was amusing and fascinating and, above all, absolutely freaking hot. He took off his navy suit and white shirt and put on a pair of dark-grey combat pants and a fitted black shirt. I wouldn’t expect any businessman to turn into a fighter and get his hands dirty, but Aren was different. He wasn’t afraid to settle things personally, even if it was a very risky move.

“Have you done with the ogling?” he asked, amused. I grinned teasingly. “Are you forbidding me from admiring my sexy husband?” He walked closer, pulling me up from my seat and kissing me passionately. “Aren’t you even a bit concerned about tonight?”

I knew that his words were meant to sound playful, but they wiped the smile off my face instead. “I am worried.” I slid my arms around his waist, pressing myself against his firm body. “I am crazily anxious, and I don’t want you to get involved in the fight…” I muttered.

He snorted. “Cora, we are not going there to ambush those guys literally. We’ll do anything we can to minimize the risk. We don’t care about the pawns-we are aiming at the big fish, and even then, the evidence comes first. We cannot spook them without getting undeniable proof of their illegal activity.”

I wasn’t sure if his words made me less worried. I narrowed my eyes at him. “If you are not worried yourself, then why did you tell Chris to gather twenty more people?”

He sighed. “It’s precaution, sunshine. We need to be able to secure the place, and the Red Hook isn’t exactly a small area to cover…”

I nodded and forced myself to smile despite my fearfully pounding heart. There was one more fact that made me anxious-Aren was putting on a harness with a holster and a gun…

***

A few hours later, I was sitting in a van parked right by the fence surrounding one of the warehouses of the Red Hook Terminal. I stayed there along with two of Aren’s men, Damian and Eli, who were constantly staring at the monitors. They were armed with headpieces with microphones to contact Chris, Jack, and Aren. Their computers were connected to several cameras attached to every corner of the port leading to container no 9. Their equipment was able to detect even the slightest movement and odd sound, informing the team that something was up. Aren, Jack, and Chris all led groups of six to seven people, hidden behind containers or on the roofs of the surrounding warehouses. I was getting more restless with every minute, but the one thing that allowed me to stay focused was the fact that I could be in constant contact with Aren during the entire mission, listening to his commands and talking to him through the microphone if necessary. I also had my headpiece and a microphone, even though I stayed silent, not wanting to jeopardize the mission with my babbling.

Aren’s team settled on the roof of the warehouse, right next to container no 9. I could partially see them, watching the view from one of the cameras. They were sneaky like panthers, lurking

motorbike could get through and one road for the cars from the east side and one from the west side. The vans appeared from the

nine and ten o’clock,” Eli informed Aren, Chris,

heard Aren’s voice

away from Mr. Collins’s team,”

darts only, and try to stay quiet,” Aren

could observe Jack’s team on the screen, taking those men wearing black down, one by one. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped open. The way they moved, their swiftness, and their agility

“It’s nothing. You should have

would have taken care of

Lan, your husband is the

in action. I thought that it must be one hell of a sexy scene to watch. That way,

teams were having their vests on, but that didn’t make any of them completely bulletproof. My heart rate sped up as I saw more cars coming from both sides of the road leading to container no

say. Zoom cameras

teams replied

those vans open and six people walk out. I recognized Lester Packton getting out of the van on the left side. He was flanked by two men whom I’d seen before; they were with Packton in our office at Lan Diamond Corporation when they were trying to take Callan’s phone. Eight people got out of the cars, standing on the right side as well. They were carefully dressed in black from head to toe, making them look like clones. One of them slightly stood out since he was wearing a hood on his head that covered most of his face and his walk seemed more laid back. Yet, that image was nothing like I had pictured the mysterious Mr. C., and judging by Packton’s expression,

Mr. C. was coming in person tonight.” Packton’s low growl pierced the

his business. You may call me Max.

strange accent, and his cockiness must have driven Packton to the edge. “Money first,” he hissed, the men flanking him anxiously looking around. “Assure me there are no loose ends

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