Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 343

Chapter 343: Rain Of Bullets III

Spider had been right. Outside was a picture of bloody massacre, with dead bodies everywhere the human eye can possibly perch on.

Athena’s eyes scanned the corpses, searching for the prisoners’ bodies and then her friends. Susan had confirmed a minute ago that Connor and Morgan had been safe from all the shooting.

"They are over here!" a gruff voice, a wave of hand in the distance, caught Athena’s attention. She recognized the bulky man as one of those who had been with them earlier in the room before the shootout, one of those who had led the culprits out of the room. She was immensely glad he was alive.

Quickly, she covered the distance between them, the others following suit. She gasped when she saw the state of her two friends. Shawn was bleeding from his side. Eric, from his thigh and leg. They both were in critical conditions.

"Better vans will be arriving soon. They would convey them to the hospital..." As the man spoke, the first two vans arrived. And without words, the other men got to work, lifting the two agents first, whom Athena had whispered to hang in there.

"Don’t dare give up on me... or else I will beat you up..."

Eric managed to chuckle before he was taken away. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Then there was Fiona, who looked as dead; who had been hit by a stray bullet just close to her chest. Athena had little hope of her surviving but still made the men promise her that the latter would be taken care of properly.

Dax wasn’t as lucky. He was cold by the time Athena touched his neck to feel his pulse, seeming to have received a shot to his heart and another to his stomach. She folded her lips before moving to Heron, thinking that Dax had really escaped easily.

Heron was just in a critical condition like Fiona.

"Let me die," he whispered when he opened his eyes, feeling Athena’s finger on his neck.

"You won’t be as lucky as Dax," Athena replied with a frown. "Take him away."

She sighed thereafter, when she got to her feet and noted Ewan talking with the men; the way he tapped their shoulders showed he was comforting them in his own way. And she was swallowed anew with shame when she remembered accusing him of being the snitch.

What was wrong with her? Why did she always want to accuse him when things went south?

She sighed and flicked her forehead. The pain wasn’t enough, but it was like a note to herself: not to accuse him again until proven otherwise.

"I am sorry for the loss of your men..." She spoke, meeting him as he stood, hands akimbo, scanning with keen eyes the bloodied scene.

She wondered what he was looking for. Familiar faces? After all, these were the members of his former gang. Did he feel guilt, remorse? Was he wondering if she was worth the stress?

Again, she felt foolish for accusing him earlier. Even with their cold marriage, he never directly put her in harm’s way.

"Ewan..." She tried again, seeing as he made no indication that he had heard her earlier. And yet, no answer greeted her. Not until she tapped him gently on his arm. He jerked.

"Athena... did you say anything?"

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