Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours! - Chapter 294

Chapter 294: Secret Operations VI
“We are all ready?” Athena asked as they confidently entered the Hidden Spoon; a rundown restaurant that Spider had claimed and thus, had convinced Ewan, was merely a front for operations that ran out of sight.

Still Ewan lagged slightly behind Athena, taking in the peeling paint of the restaurant, the disordered patrons, and dim lighting while he watched her interact with a waitress who was eyeing them from head to toe.

He struggled to mask the admiration and respect that flooded his features for his wife. He didn’t want her getting uncomfortable.

Since he had become her partner, she seemed to think he was the admirable one; however, in his heart, he knew it was she who truly deserved the credit.

Managing secret missions while keeping her businesses running smoothly, all while taking care of the kids, was nothing short of remarkable. She was a force of nature, and he couldn’t wait for the day he could tell her that openly, without fearing her dismissive smile or subtle wave off of his words.

And, he couldn’t help but acknowledge, albeit grudgingly, that she might not have transformed into this strong woman if she had stayed with him.

As his daughter had pointed out, more than a week ago, he had been foolish—so foolish and full of himself. He hoped he wasn’t that way anymore.

“Where are we heading to?” He whispered to Aiden as they moved quickly through a dusty passageway that desperately needed a good cleaning. The walls here were more grimy and in dire need of a fresh coat of paint.

Couldn’t the Nimbus organization take care of it? They didn’t have to jeopardize their cover really. Just a little paint and scrubbing…will do.

“To the headquarters. I thought that was made clear on the plane,” Aiden answered, a smirk tugging at his lips, well aware that his cryptic response hadn’t answered Ewan’s true inquiry.

Unfortunately for Aiden’s teasing, Ewan quickly deduced his intent. He fell silent, patiently waiting for the moment of revelation.

They followed Athena into a room that looked like a storage area, navigating through stacks of boxes until they reached a long metal box.

“Don’t tell me that’s the elevator…” Ewan mused, casting a sideways glance at Aiden.

Athena laughed, turning to meet his gaze. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid.”

“Can that even hold our weight? It looks like it could collapse at any moment. Is there no other entrance?” Ewan protested, glancing skeptically at the contraption.

Aiden snorted and playfully jabbed Ewan on the shoulder. “Quit whining and get into the elevator. We don’t have much time. In case you’ve forgotten, you still have a company to return to.”

Ewan scoffed. “Sandro can handle everything perfectly in my absence. Now, answer my question.” He halted, folding his arms across his chest.

Athena grinned at his defiance. “Do you want to take the stairs? I think it’ll be safer for you…”

Ewan frowned in distaste. If the restaurant looked this filthy, how ghastly must the stairs be, which likely hadn’t seen foot traffic in ages? No, he decided, he would pass on that.

“Is there truly no other entrance? Surely, there must be another way for agents to come in. They can’t be coming up from here—that would raise alarms with the restaurant patrons.”

Athena nodded, acknowledging his point. “There is actually, but this one is preferable, especially since we want to catch Alvarez off guard. There are less agents stationed as watchdogs around this side.”

Ewan inhaled softly, recognizing the wisdom in her reasoning. “Let’s go then.” He stepped into the elevator first, arms still crossed over his chest, bracing himself for the ride.

As the elevator dropped down and opened at its destination, Ewan rushed out first, exhaling heavily and inhaling deeply.

If he thought his phobia of enclosed spaces was bad in modern elevators, this one was far worse.

He had actually moved closer to Athena, hoping her presence would calm his nerves as it had in the past, but when she glared at him then, questioning his intentions, he had quickly stepped back, choosing to face his fear alone.

Just then, he felt her hand start to massage the center of his back gently—a soothing touch that began to ease his tension.

“I’m sorry. I forgot you were claustrophobic,” She whispered, standing beside him, her fingers working their magic.

Yet, as much as he relished her touch, he knew he couldn’t allow that feeling to linger, especially since his little man was getting ready to be quenched of thirst.

So, he thanked her and moved away, trying to regain his composure. “I’m fine now,” He stated firmly, meeting her curious gaze.

Before Athena could respond, Rick appeared, breaking the moment. “Finally, you guys are here. Everything is ready,” He whispered as he stepped closer, his expression shifting from tight-lipped seriousness to something resembling hope.

After their meeting the night before with the other founders of the Nimbus operation, Athena had reached out to Rick about the recent developments in the organization and his role in the day’s events.

“Everyone is ready?” Athena asked, shaking Rick’s outstretched hand.

“Yes, everyone except those on the list,” He replied, his unease palpable.

“Good then. Still, double-check that everyone is in position. I need to pay a visit to Alvarez. He’s in his office, right?”

Rick nodded, his handsome features remaining tense.

Aiden patted Rick’s shoulder gently—a gesture of camaraderie—before following Athena and Ewan, both moving quickly to avoid any more questions from Rick’s inquisitive gaze.

When they entered Alvarez’s office, he was on the phone. Seeing the serious expressions on their faces, he furrowed his brow.

“I’ll call you back later, sir…” He said, ending the call abruptly. “Shouldn’t you both knock before barging in?” He asked, sizing up Ewan with a frown. “And what is Giacometti doing here?”

He scanned Ewan from head to toe, still not indicating for them to sit. “You should know better, Athena. Civilians aren’t allowed here. If he wants to join us, there are procedures for these things…”

“That’s enough, Alvarez. I’m tired of hearing your voice,” Athena cut in, taking a seat in one of the chairs as if claiming a territory.

Alvarez’s mouth hung open slightly, discounting the potential cooling breezes of the room. How dare she speak to him like that, especially in front of Ewan Giacometti? Was she trying to prove a point? Well, he wouldn’t let her!

“Did you forget who you’re speaking to, Athena? I can see the fame is getting to your head.” He paused then, turning his attention to Aiden. “Aiden, can’t you put her in her place? What good are you, then?”

Aiden shot Alvarez a sharp look, and the leader couldn’t help but notice that his old friends seemed different, as if they had awakened on the wrong side of the bed.

He watched in displeasure as Aiden gestured for Ewan to take the seat next to Athena, choosing to remain standing.

Alvarez laughed, unable to tolerate the thick silence any longer moments later. “I understand that you two hold significant power to my position here, but I’m still in charge, and these agents listen to me.”

He tapped the intercom. “Send in the best agents. There are some people who need to be vacated from the premises!”

Despite his authoritative gesture, Alvarez’s unease did not dissipate, especially as the trio remained composed, their expressions unchanged, as though they were far above him.

Were they here to unseat him?

No! That wasn’t possible. If they did, he wouldn’t be of any use to the Boss.

Moments later, agents streamed into the office—more than he had anticipated—and to his surprise, they did not approach the trio standing before him. Instead, they positioned themselves purposefully around him.

“What are you lot doing? Take them away!!” He screamed as panic surged through him when they stood still.

His anxiety peaked most when they ignored his command. He quickly turned to Rick, who had just entered the office. “What’s this, Rick? Planning a coup?”

Rick chuckled lightly, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. “Direct your questions to Athena… traitor.”

Alvarez swallowed hard, instincts kicking in as he reached for his phone.

“Don’t bother,” Athena warned, correctly anticipating his desire. “Cecil and Lincoln are already cooling their heels in the black cells.”

Alvarez’s color drained from his face at her words. Hand trembling, he set the phone down and clasped his hands together to steady himself. “What’s going on?”

“I think you already know, Alvarez, judging by how scattered you appear,” Athena replied, her demeanor so cool it almost radiated ice.

“No, I don’t,” He stated firmly, attempting to steel himself against pleading guilty. There was no proof. No proof that they had apprehended Cecil and Lincoln, nor any indication that they knew he was colluding with the Scorpions gang.

“Don’t bother, old man,” Ewan spoke for the first time since entering, locking his gaze with Alvarez’s. “Save the cold expression; it’s unnecessary. We already have enough proof.”

He paused, pulling out his phone and pushing it toward Alvarez. “So be a good boy and tell us where Morgan is.”