Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 382

Chapter 382: Another Extraction

The drive to the Thorne private hangar blurred past in tense silence. Only the low hum of engines and the occasional crackle of Zane’s voice over the radio broke the stillness.

Athena kept her gaze fixed outside, watching trees dissolve into stretches of highway, her thoughts spinning restlessly.

Would the criminals hold onto Kendra just for a while? Could they not kill Lucas yet? Could they hold on until she got there? This mantra repeated over and over in her head, like she was trying to push her mental positivity into the minds of the kidnappers.

Secondly, she wondered how the men had located the almost invisible place she had hidden the family in. Was there a mole in their midst, as Morgan had spoken about, or were the criminals that competent?

She bit her lips, yet watching her environment from the tinted glass, her feet dropping slow beats on the floor of the car, impatient to get to level ground, to begin the mission.

Spider had promised his innocence in all this, so the competency of the criminals dwindled before her eyes. Or was there someone like him, someone he had groomed while working with the gang? Someone who had no loyalty to Ewan...

"Athena, you shouldn’t worry. Spider gives me updates every five minutes. Nothing will happen to Kendra or Lucas."

Although Ewan had no real energy to save Lucas, who had been one of the tools used to destroy his relationship with Athena more than five years ago, looking at Athena’s worried face was enough motivation. And there was the part that he had to forgive the male for lying against his wife, as he had been forgiven.

"And what has he said in the last five minutes?" Athena’s question drew Ewan from his thoughts.

"That they are safe. Lucas is losing blood, but he will survive if we arrive there as planned, if the extraction goes as planned."

Athena nodded, yet looking through the window, thinking of the nature of beating they must have given her former best friend, for him to have bled that much. Beating with iron?

She sighed, and looked away from the window, turning to meet Ewan’s gaze. "What do you think about this mission? I don’t want to be too positive."

"Maybe you should be," Ewan said softly, meeting her eyes, wishing he could hug her, that he could nestle her in his arms and comfort her.

With this thought came the strong feeling to do as he felt, and so to curtail this thing, especially with her looking at him that way, he asked about her boyfriend; the name tasted bitter in his mouth.

"How is Antonio? Did you inform him of this matter?"

Athena shook her head. "He already talks about his work being strenuous. I didn’t want to add an extra burden."

And then she returned to watching the sights from her window; and Ewan knew that the conversation, as of that moment, was over.

Should he have kept quiet? Should he not have brought up Antonio, maybe talk about his confession to the Thornes a few moments ago? Exhaling from his mouth slowly, he reverted his gaze to the window. Everything will work out fine.

When at last the convoy slowed, the black silhouette of the private hangar rose ahead. Floodlights cast the tarmac in pale gold, where the Thorne’s jet waited like a bird of prey, sleek and polished, its nose pointed toward the stars.

Athena thought it beautiful, aware of the security men posted at every corner of the hangar. From the large warehouse meters away from the jet, she knew there was more than one flight machine in the hanger. Soon, this all will belong to her.

She noted the pilots and attendants standing by the open private jet, who must have been awoken from their sleep to be here, and felt sorry. Her old man shouldn’t have. They could take care of themselves.

She was sure he wouldn’t want to hear that though. To him, paying his employees higher than their counterparts in the same industry was enough incentive to get them running when he called.

"We are here," she heard Ewan say, and gave a blank nod.

The cars braked sharply as they passed the long metal gates and parked a few feet away from the jet. Doors opened and men flooded out. Just five men in addition to the usual flock–Ewan hadn’t thought it wise to bring in a multitude; it might alert the criminals of their coming.

Cold night air rushed in as Athena opened her own door, carrying the sharp tang of fuel.

Athena’s breath caught up close as she looked up at the plane. She had seen it before, in the news media of course—the Thorne’s wealth had never been subtle or hidden—but tonight it looked different. It looked mysterious, screaming both luxury and salvation.

Before her, Ewan moved quickly, his strides purposeful as he coordinated with the waiting crew. She watched as the men saluted him–this man she thought wore authority like a cloak, with terse nods–their eyes sharp, already briefed on the urgency.

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