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

one from the west side. The vans appeared from the

and ten o’clock,” Eli informed

heard

Distance: 15 feet away from Mr. Collins’s

your move. Use sleep darts only, and try to stay quiet,” Aren

you to remind me. We’re on it.” Jack responded. Two minutes later, I 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 were beyond incredible. “Wow…” An audible gasp escaped my mouth. “It’s

snorted. “It’s nothing. You

care of them faster than the

me and winked. “Mrs. Lan, your husband is the real monster

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

any of them completely bulletproof. My heart rate sped up as I

now on and record everything those guys say. Zoom cameras at the first two cars from both sides,”

the teams replied

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

that Mr. C. was coming in person

Lester. Mr. C. is… around, and he’s got me to take care of his business. You may call me Max. Tell me what you had to say to Mr. C., and I will be happy to pass it on to him. I can also make decisions in his

nasally voice, with a 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 first.” Max

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