Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours! - Chapter 249

Chapter 249: Long Night XIII

Athena could feel a headache coming on as she tried to swallow the implications of the facts spewing from Morgan’s mouth.

Heron was alive?

She felt suddenly ill, wishing she could be out in the open air—she needed to breathe.

Heron was supposed to be dead. Aiden had promised her that he was dead. And now this? Athena felt her temperature quicken in direct proportion to the mounting aches in her brain; she needed her drugs.

Then, she felt a calming touch at her waist. Sharply, even though she knew who it was, she glanced at Ewan furiously—or rather she tried to, but she ended up staring blankly at him.

“Athena, are you okay? You seem like you’ve seen a ghost,” Morgan quipped scornfully, taking a drag of the cigarette, gun still pointed at Susan, who was still maintaining a calm pose.

But Athena was tongue-tied, not sure if it was because of the dreadful news or the burning intensity of Ewan’s gaze as he rubbed her lower back slowly and softly, or because her earlier fevers were starting to cool down.

What are you doing? She communicated the question to Ewan with her eyes, yet she didn’t shrug away his touch; she couldn’t afford to show an atom of weakness to Morgan.

She could drill Ewan on the matter of boundaries when they got out of here alive—a feat whose possibility was getting slimmer by the passing second—or she could get noticed by Morgan. She chose the former.

“I see you both are still cozy, even after the media thinks you are divorced. Planning on getting back together?” Morgan continued, digressing, having noticed that the stares between Athena and Ewan had taken more than a few seconds.

Athena swerved to meet his gaze then, determined to capitalize on that topic to stall for more time. But Morgan, as if sensing this, waved her and whatever she had opened her mouth to say, away.

“I don’t have time for your talks. Now that I have you in my hands, it is best I do away with you and not waste time like before. Bad things seem to happen when I do so.” He said, locking the gun’s trigger in place, poised to shoot.

Athena’s eyes darted frantically between a still stoic Susan and Morgan’s gun. How does she get the young lady out of this mess?

“I would have loved to have a taste of you; would have loved my men to have a feel of what your betraying cunt tastes like, but there is no time. The last time I waited to taste a woman’s cunt…” Morgan pointed at Athena. “I almost died. So, now, I will just put you away from your misery. But first…”

He roughly dragged the mask off Susan’s face, causing her to emit a small shriek of pain as the mask came off, revealing her tender face, now red, with edges marred by blood.

“You don’t look bad…” Morgan muttered, trailing the gun over Susan’s face.

Athena’s heart rate spiked again, her discomfort only eased by Ewan’s calming hand on her waist.

“You would have been a good addition to the gang, seeing your calmness even in tumultuous moment—more than Heronica even—but I sense your stupid loyalty to this bitch here. Too bad that would do you no good now. Or do you want to reconsider your loyalties?”

Tensed silence enveloped the room as everyone waited for Susan’s answer.

The young woman turned to Athena, whose breath had caught in anticipation. And then she shook her head, still looking at Athena, her eyes flooding with tears. She had accepted her fate.

But Athena wouldn’t. She couldn’t help now, the sad tear that slipped from her eyes.

“Morgan, please… no… let her go. She is innocent in all this. You can take me captive,”

For the first time, Athena attempted to plead, but Morgan was rather amused.

“Doctor Athena begging—that’s a first. But you lied. She is not innocent. Her presence here has led you all to me… you should have considered the consequences before sending her my way, especially since her mother was also slain by my hands.”

Susan jerked at that, steel filling her eyes as she looked at Athena in bewilderment.

“You didn’t tell her?” Morgan asked, laughing, glancing between Susan and Athena, who was silently pleading with her eyes for understanding.

“I didn’t want to send you in hotheaded. I didn’t even want to send you in at all…” Athena paused, gripping her hands tightly, anger rising within her for allowing Aiden to persuade her of this folly.

If she had only stood her ground, Susan wouldn’t be in this predicament now.

“I am sorry, but I promised her that I wouldn’t disclose the matter to you.”

Susan said nothing. Instead, she turned to Morgan, her eyes brimming with rage and hatred. “You evil…”

She tried to grab Morgan by the neck, but he sidestepped quickly, pointing the gun at her back. “Say hello to your mother and…”

A light thud suddenly sounded in the room, stopping Morgan midway. He instantly glanced around the room, brows furrowing when he saw nothing amiss. “What was that? Did any of you drop a gun?”

The gang members shook their heads, looking around them. One approached where Athena and her men were kneeling and picked up a spray can. “Just this.”

“What is that?” Morgan asked, fixing a sharp glance at Athena. Noting the confused expression on her face, he concluded that she was in the dark as well.

“I think it’s for drawing graffiti on the wall.” The gangster replied.

Morgan laughed boisterously, looking at Athena and the men. “Is that like a style? Fun and missions?”

Athena remained silent and didn’t even breathe, for fear that Morgan would catch on to what was about to happen in the upcoming moments.

Morgan, however, fed up with the banter, turned back to Susan, who had squared up to him, hate still blazing in her eyes. Just as he attempted to shoot her, a wheezing sound rang out.

“What is happening?!” Morgan shouted, irritated now, turning to the guy with the spray. “You know how much I hate unnecessary sounds. Keep that spray away unless you want to lose your life!”

But the gang member shook his head, still holding the spray. “Boss… I didn’t… touch it…” He stammered, afraid. “It just started making that sound…”

A furrow creased Morgan’s forehead as he stared at the spray and then at Athena. “What are you playing at?” He muttered, pushing Susan into the hands of one of the waiting men—who started groping her breasts—while stepping closer to Athena with the gun.

Athena maintained the mask of confusion while thinking on how to burst the spray can. She needed a gun to that. Yet how?! They had all been disarmed by Morgan’s men.

However, before she could think further, before Morgan could blink or pull the trigger, Ewan’s hand shot backward toward the man with the spray can; an explosive sound erupted next, engulfing the room in a choking smoke.

A shot rang out—from a furious Morgan. But it was too late; Athena was no longer in position.

Having discussed the spray can’s mechanism with the agents beforehand, she and everyone with her had swiftly donned the nose masks and special goggles, which allowed them to locate the dump of their guns amid the cries of “My eyes!” “My eyes are burning!!”

As Athena and her men recovered their weapons, chaos ensued—not in favor of Morgan, who had shielded his stinging eyes while trying to feel around for Susan, trying to guess her location blindly.

But when more gunfire rang out and the cries of his men became frantic, Morgan abandoned his mission to seize Susan and pressed himself against the wall, his eyes still closed, using his hands to navigate the surface while moving toward his personal hideout, which he was confident he could locate even with his eyes shut.

Meanwhile, Athena shot the man whose hands had been desperately trying to hold Susan in place, for she had been fighting for her freedom, her eyes shut, fully aware of the chemical in the spray can.

The young lady breathed a sigh of relief when she felt Athena’s arms around her.

“I am sorry,” Athena kept murmuring, her voice muffled through the mask. Then, she passed Susan to Ewan. “Take her out of here. There are no additional masks.”

But Ewan wasn’t planning to leave without Athena, so he handed Susan over to the next agent shadowing him. “Take her outside,” He ordered, his tone leaving no room for objections. The agent complied immediately.

Observing this, Ewan redirected his focus to Athena, who was making a direct line toward Morgan, who appeared cornered against the wall.

It took a few seconds for Ewan to realize that the latter was dutifully following a pattern on the wall.

“Athena, shoot him already; there’s a secret room behind that wall!!” He yelled with all his might, desperate for Morgan to be dead today.

But it was too late. The wall caved open, and Morgan stumbled forward.

And then three shots rang out in quick succession.