My Accidental Husband Is My Revenge Partner - Chapter 268

Chapter 268: Meet-Up!!
“Where is he?” Xander questioned over the phone with an unknown person.

“He will be arriving soon,” the unknown person responded.

Xander hung up on the call and quickly pocketed his phone. Then he checked his rearview mirror, and tapped on the earpiece that was planted on the inside of his ears, his locks covering it to make it invisible.

A few minutes later, Xander got the confirmation notice through the same earpiece, a smile, stretching on his lips.

Swiftly, he stepped out of his car and walked down the abandoned streets with a long stride, scanning through the area to be sure there wasn’t someone hidden who would give him a sudden attack.

It was finally the day that Xander and Xavier would be having their talk.

Xander checked the weapon he’d hidden in his pants and was satisfied when he felt it was properly tucked in.

Xander continued with his pace until he got another confirmation notice from the anonymous person, his grin stretching further on his lips.

Xander decided to wait in front of an uncompleted home, silently hoping the structures wouldn’t fall on him. He’d intentionally walked down further away from his car because of a plan he was cooking up in his mind.

A few minutes later, a car drove by, looking all black—blending into the night. The windows were heavily tinted which would have been difficult for any person to see who was inside. Fortunately for Xander, he had a good guess who that person was.

The car slowed to a stop as the driver spotted Xander leaning casually against the wall. Half of his face was cloaked in darkness, while the other half was bathed in the soft, eerie glow of the moon.

Xavier stepped out of the car, and Xander couldn’t help but feel a pang of an unknown feeling vibrate in his heart. It was something he’d never felt for over two decades already.

Xander merely shrugged to get that odd feeling off his shoulders, his gaze on Xavier as their similar dark eyes clashed on each other.

“Well, hello there, brother! How are you doing?” Xander asked but it was evident he didn’t care at all how Xavier was doing. Instead, his tone was carried by mockery that threatened to make Xavier’s patience slip through his fingers as he glared at his brother.

“Where is Anastasia?” Xavier questioned, closing the gap between them with merely three strides as he wrapped his hands around Xander’s collar shirt, yanking him upwards with force.

“My my….You don’t seem to miss your elder brother at all. Have you perhaps forgotten I’m older than you?” Xander questioned, not feeling the least threatened since he was sure the gun was safely secured at the back of his pants.

He was also sure Xavier had brought his weapon with him since it would be unusual if he didn’t have weapons on him.

“Where is she?!” Xavier questioned one more time, as he felt the anger and impatience slip out of him as his grip on Xander’s clothes tightened.

“You might want to let go of my clothes, Xavier. These are my favorite shirts and I don’t like the way you’re ruffling them. Also, Anastasia is here, but if you anger me, I won’t give her back to you,” Xander said, glaring back at Xavier.

Xavier scowled at Xander, several thoughts running in his hand as to where his psychotic brother could have kept his wife.

With gritted teeth, Xavier let go of Xander and the latter casually straightened his clothes back.

“Now, that’s what I’m talking about,” Xander mumbled under his breath.

Xavier gave him all the time that he needed until he was done.

“I noticed you deleted the video I posted on the internet. Now aren’t you a caring husband….Hmm?”

“Stop testing my patience and tell me where Anastasia is…” Xavier demanded, his fit clenched together.

“I have no idea—-” Before Xander could complete his sentence, he felt his jaw flying as a sharp and nearly unbearable pain electrocuted his body. And the next second, Xander found himself on the ground.

Xavier picked him up by the collar and lifted him. “I warned you not to test my patience, now where is she?” Xavier demanded.

A deep sound vibrated in Xander’s chest as he wiped away the blood that painted his lips with the back of his palm.

“You’re still the same. Still as hot-tempered as before. Or could it be because Anastasia is with me? What’s so special about that wife of yours anyway?” He questioned, a grin on his lips. “Maybe I’ll need to get back and find out then upload it—”

Again, another punch flew across Xander’s face, sending him flying as his back crashed against the wall.

Instead of feeling pain, the fool laughed like a fucking maniac.

“Now you know how it feels when something that belongs to you gets stolen, right?” Xander growled, struggling to push himself to his feet. He spat a mouthful of blood-tinged saliva onto the ground, his body shaking with fury. “Remember in the past when you would take everything from me? EVERYTHING I COULD CALL MY OWN, YOU STOLE!” His voice boomed, each word dripping with raw, festering rage.

His face twisted in anger, but despite his outburst, Xander’s tone grew eerily calm as he continued, “And now, it’s my turn.” The menace in his voice was unmistakable, a chilling promise of revenge.

“If everything that’s happened in the past had hurt you a lot, then maybe you should have just come to me directly instead of going after my wife.”

“An eye for an eye, Xavier. An eye for an eye,” Xandr sang.

Without giving Xavier the chance to attack him one more time, Xander kicked off his feet and ran away from there as fast as he could, shocking Xavier.

“Now!!”

Xavier heard Xander’s chilling order, and from the corners of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a rapidly blinking red light—an ominous warning that sent a chill down his spine. In the next heartbeat, the house erupted into chaos, a deafening roar filling the air as flames and debris spewed outward in all directions.