Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours! - Chapter 183

Chapter 183: At The Headquarters III
Cole was speechless momentarily at Athena’s question.

What was her crime? Her crime was disrupting their plans at every turn! Wasn’t that obvious?!

“Are you speechless now? Tell me, Cole…” Athena continued, stepping closer to the male, who glared at her hatefully. “What is my crime?”

Cole bit his lips. If he dared mention what was on his mind, he might be electrocuted to death like Heronica had been!

Athena, as if reading his thoughts, smirked devilishly. “Oh, don’t worry, Cole. Your dear Heronica is still alive. Just a bit… burnt on the inside.”

As if on cue, Heronica’s head began to rise from its earlier droopy state.

Cole’s eyes widened as he watched Heronica struggle to keep her head erect and steady.

“What…what… happened?” She muttered, her voice barely audible.

Cole swallowed and looked at Athena.

“You see, she is alive. Now answer my question.”

Cole took his lips in, but hurriedly opening his mouth when Athena tapped the small black object in her hand, which could be used to manually electrocute them if they chose to remain silent.

“Your crime is upsetting my boss. You have given him sleepless nights for the past few weeks. But rest assured, that won’t be the case for long.”

Athena was pleased to hear that Morgan was in a hot seat. “That’s huge talk coming from someone about to be electrocuted,”

Cole clamped his mouth shut.

“So, I am guilty of upsetting your boss? That’s a stupid statement. Well, I wouldn’t expect anything less from deranged killers.”

Heronica finally managed to lift her head, her eyes still disoriented, to the amusement of Athena.

“How do you feel, Heronica?” She asked, gesturing to Aiden to bring one of the metal seats by the door. She would need to sit for this round of interrogation. Aiden complied without hesitation.

Meanwhile, Heronica finally managed to retain a reasonable steady gaze on Athena, while wondering for the umpteenth time how this woman was able to escape them at every turn.

She questioned who Athena was even working with. She scanned the cell for the tenth time since being dumped in there, yet she couldn’t decipher which operation ran this unit, because it surely wasn’t the CIA.

Which operation ran this? Heronica thought, wetting her tongue which had gone dry during the electrocution.

Heronica didn’t think her boss was unaware of this operation, but he kept most of the information to himself. Their only job was to listen and take his orders. Why wouldn’t they when he had saved their lives from penury and given them a job that paid more than some people’s annual salary?

“Heronica?”

“I feel fine, Athena,” She muttered, having no choice. When the electricity zapped through her, she thought she had finally landed in hell, considering the pain that had come with it. She didn’t know electricity could be so painfully brutal.

When she got out of here, she would tell the boss to incorporate it into the torture techniques of the gang. Maybe, if she was lucky, she would be able to use it on Athena.

Fantasizing about that—about Athena’s consistent blacking out while she tortured her—brought a stupid smile to her face, one that even surprised her partner, who wondered if she had a way out of here.

“I see you feel more than fine, Heronica,” Athena began, taking a seat. Beside her, Aiden took a seat too and crossed his legs. “So, let’s continue with the questioning. I’d like to believe that you have learned your lesson, huh…”

Heronica and Cole nodded immediately.

“Good,” Athena said with a smile. “Now answer my first question. Who is really behind my kidnapping? Who wants me dead? I know you people are just the hired guns for the job.”

Cole and Heronica exchanged strange glances. “We don’t know,” Heronica finally admitted, sweat beginning to bead on her forehead.

“Truth,” Athena murmured, noticing that there was no electric shock, a tight smile breaking through.

She looked at Aiden, who shrugged his shoulders. “It would mean there is a limit to the amount of information that Morgan trusts with his people.”

Athena nodded. “I thought it would be different with her. She looked like a high-up in the organization. She and her twin brother.”

Heronica pressed her lips together. She was indeed a higher-up and had often wondered why the boss was so damn secretive. But now, observing her current situation, she admitted that perhaps her boss was right to keep most things to himself. How would she have escaped this unscathed otherwise?

For had she known and divulged the gang’s secrets to Athena, she would be on the run for her life since the gang wouldn’t let her live either. She would be known as the snitch for the rest of her days! She abhorred that word with everything she had.

With this knowledge of her uselessness to Athena came a certain reprieve and self-gloat—Athena would have no choice but to trade her back to her boss now. Aha!

But that rejoicing was short-lived.

“Since you don’t know who ordered my death, what’s inside those boxes you guys transport every day?” Athena pressed, leaning in closer.

A thick silence enveloped the room. Heronica was rendered speechless. How did they find out about the boxes?

Athena laughed, seeing the question on her face. “Do you think you’re the only one good with research?”

She tsked and shook her head. “After all these years, you still underestimate me. Your loss, though. Now, answer the question. What’s in those boxes?”

“Just supplies like guns and all. You know how gangs operate,” Cole spat defiantly, but the device emitted a low crackle, sending a massive shockwave through him.

He gasped and grunted in pain, his face writhing and contorting with agony, his hands and feet shaking, his teeth knocking against each other. Beside him, Heronica observed with pursed lips. Did he have a death wish?

“Not the right answer,” Athena corrected, her tone laced with subtle amusement. “What kind of supplies?”

But Heronica remained mute, watching the painful spasms racking Cole’s body.

“Since the nightshade isn’t available, do you people want to die through electric voltage?” Athena asked, cocking her head to the side.

“Because if that’s your choice, I will make sure not to give you a quick, painless death. It will be so slow and torturous that you will keep urinating and shitting yourself, but won’t get cleaned up. You will breathe in your feces, see your life flash before you, but you won’t die. And to make it worse….”

Athena looked at Aiden knowingly. “We will make cuts in your bodies for…”

Aiden flashed a grin. “More expression of the electricity.”