Dear Ex Wife Please take me back (Athena and Alex) novel Chapter 182

ATHENA

“OH MY GOD!” I let out a scream as I step into the empty room.

Tied to a chair and beaten to a pulp is Arnold.

His face is barely recognizable. He's bruised, bloodied, swollen to the point where one eye is completely shut. Dried blood cakes his temple and lip. His breathing is shallow, wheezing with every inhale like it hurts to be alive.

“How is this possible?” My voice is shaking both from fear and frustration.

If the one we thought had it is here, then who has the damn box!

“It can be anyone!” Luca runs his hand through his hair. “Fuck!” His eyes start to slowly darken as anger starts to wrap around him, making me take a step back.

He has the face of someone who doesn't want to relax until someone is on the floor, bloody and broken.

But Arnold’s already there.

Honestly I mirror his anger. I'm actually getting more pissed off by the second. It's like someone is toying with us and it's starting to get fucking annoying.

“Who the hell did this to him?” I whisper, my eyes darting around the room. No signs of forced entry. No bodies. Just this… brutal aftermath.

“I don’t know,” Luca growls. “But they left him alive for a reason.”

I glance down at Arnold again. His fingers twitch weakly. Whatever fight he had left is long gone.

But we need answers, and fast.

I kneel beside the battered man, my fingers already reaching into the inner pocket of my coat where I keep a few emergency tools.

“What are you doing?” Luca asks, watching me.

“Waking him up.” I grab a pen from my coat and flick the cap off, exposing the sharp metal clip inside. “The carotid pressure point… right here-”

Before Luca can stop me, I stab the thin metal tip right under Arnold’s jawlin deep enough to shock his system without hitting any fatal nerves.

Arnold jerks up violently in the chair with a scream that echoes off the concrete walls.

“FUCK!” he roars, thrashing as much as the ropes allow.

“You crazy bitch! What the hell-”

“You’re welcome for not letting you die, asshole.” I snap, grabbing his jaw and forcing him to look at me.

“You stupid motherfucker!” Luca growls, storming forward. “Do you have any idea of the damage you’ve caused? The people you’ve endangered? I should skin your ass alive!”

Arnold spits out blood and smirks through the pain, “Then why don’t you go ahead, General? Be the psycho I know you are.”

Luca’s hand twitches near his gun, but I put a hand on his chest.

“Don’t. That's what he wants.”

His nostrils flare, but he listens.

“Where is the box?” I ask, turning back to Arnold.

His bloody grin stretches wider.

“Go fuck yourself.”

Wrong answer.

I punch him hard, right across the face.

“Try again.”

He laughs again, short and breathless.

“You don’t have it in you, sweetheart.”

“Oh?” I lean down slowly, letting him see the rage flickering in my eyes. “Let me prove you wrong.”

Luca watches in silence as I pull a small vial from my bag. One I grabbed from his car. I hold it up between my fingers.

“Know what this is?” I unscrew the top. “It’s synthetic capsaicin. Basically pepper spray… on fire. And it burns like a bitch when it touches skin. Everytime you see your sorry ass in the mirror, you'll think if me because I'll mark your sorry ass! ”

Arnold’s eyes widen for the first time.

“You wouldn’t-”

Before he can finish, I pour a few drops on his inner thigh.

The scream that tears from his throat is like nothing I’ve ever heard. Pure agony. His body writhes, shaking the chair.

“AHHHH! YOU LITTLE…FUCK!”

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