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

Athena tucked her slightly shaking hands into the thighs-located flimsy pockets of the sundress, her gaze never departing from Finn and Jake—or was it now Heron and Dax?

She sucked on her lower lip, anger boiling within her, then pain, remembering that Nathaniel had taken to Jake easily, trusting the driver because Aiden had said so. She would have directed some of that anger toward Aiden, but for the fact that she had made her mistake too regarding Finn; she had ignored her gut feeling again.

She needed to sit down, she thought, feeling her head start to thrum with painful aches, wishing for the relief only her meds could provide. But doing so might give Morgan the impression that she was weak, that his revelation had tipped the scales in his favor somehow.

No. She would rather borrow a feather from Ewan's cap, she decided, pushing up her chin subtly, refusing to give in to the feeling of weariness sneaking up on her.

Ewan's back was battered; she knew he was in pain, yet he stood regal and tall, like a vengeful savior aiming to bring justice. He was standing slightly in front of her now, waiting for her signal, her command, trusting that she would do what was best.

She loved that about him.

"Please, let me question them…" She said, her grasp now a gentle touch on Ewan's arm.

He sighed, glared at an immovable Heron, and stepped away, taking a position beside her.

"No one informed me that you two have decided to give marriage another try…" Heron started, sitting on the floor, tired of kneeling. His hands rested lightly on his knees, while his gaze darted nonchalantly between Ewan and Athena.

Athena, however, had no time to dance around the topics giving her a restless time. "Tell me how you did it. How were you able to act as Finn with that voice?"

Heron shrugged. "Easy. I just switched the voice texture…"

Athena refused to gasp in shock as Heron instantly sounded like the Finn she knew—cultured and cautious. He really did fool her.

"So, I assume that you had plastic surgery? That means there must be a real Finn out there right? Considering the documentations…"

"Of course. He had to go for the mission to be a success. However, a good doctor, if you ask me. Would have made a nice addition to your team."

Athena ignored the pang in her heart, the sorrow for an unknown male who had died because of some vendetta; a foolish vendetta that had just ended now. "How then do you possess medical skills?"

Heron laughed. "I'm not an illiterate. Neither is my sister. Where is she?"

This time, Athena let the smile warm her lips. "Somewhere spectacular. You'll be joining her soon. Although, I will let you know there are no women there to pass the time with… however, I am sure you will be entertained, after, of course, I'm done with you."

Heron chuckled—a chuckle that dried up midway when a chilling coldness replaced the amusement in Athena's eyes, a deathly chill that sent shivers down his spine.

He tried shaking it off with a nervous laugh, but he couldn't—not when everyone in the room, everyone who wasn't he and his gang, wore the same expression.

Who were these people? And what did the bitch mean when she spoke of not being civilized like the government? They are going to take the law into their own hands?

"Her… no, I will address you by what I know you as…" Athena started again, folding her arms across her chest. "Finn, you messed with my patients. You messed with my drugs. You messed with my practice. And Jake, you played with my children…"

Athena wasn't sure which hurt her most as she recalled Jake throwing her children up in the air and catching them, and them asking for more throws.

She remembered the kids telling her about his favorite food and sport—a sign that they had already accepted him. And then she recalled him asking for a week's leave to settle some family issues.

Those memories hit her hard. The gang really made a good play. She would give them that. But she would make sure they regretted that gamble for the rest of their miserable lives.

Clicking her tongue in anger, she made a call to Aiden.

"What's going on? How are you feeling now? Are you home yet?" Aiden started once the call connected.

"No, I'm with Morgan."

A short silence ensued at the other end of the phone.

Athena brought the phone down from her ear and put it on loudspeaker.

"Athena… are you there?"

Aiden's voice took on a shaking quality; it was obvious to the people in the room that he thought Athena had been captured, that maybe Morgan had forced her to call him for some sort of information. It was clear that he was trembling with fear.

"Yes, I'm here, Aiden. And don't worry; I'm okay. Morgan is the captured one. Him, Heron, and Dax."

Another silence.

"Where are you?" Aiden's voice was steadier.

"Still at the hotel. But don't come now if you're busy. I'm just informing you of the recent change of plans."

A pause. "Aiden, do you know Jake is Dax and Finn is Heron?"

On the end of the other line, there was tense silence, followed by curses, more curses, and then a loud thump. Aiden had hit something, and something else had fallen to the floor, crashing.

"Athena… I didn't…"

"I know, Aiden. It's not our fault. I refuse to blame myself, and I refuse to blame you too. We will be taking them to Ewan's hideout…"

"Ewan? I don't understand…"

"Well, we didn't bust Morgan alone. We had help. Ewan sent for his men again. But we won't be delivering Morgan and his men to the black cells yet—no… I want my pound of flesh. Susan too… So communicate this to her. I'll send you our location soon."

And then she ended the call, without waiting for Aiden's agreement or rebuke.

"So, all these are your men?" Dax asked Ewan, in Jake's voice. Ewan didn't bother answering. Instead, he turned to Athena.

"Are you done?"

"A second…" Athena muttered, moving closer to Morgan. "I'll make you regret the day you were born, Morgan…"

But Morgan laughed. "What can a tiny woman like you do? You couldn't even torture Heronica properly…"

Athena nodded slowly. "True. I didn't torture her. But you three are a different case. Oh, Morgan, you have a lot to pay for…"

"Is this because of Scarlett? You should let bygones be bygones, woman. After all, I made sure I pleased her well enough… didn't you hear her moans?"

Athena struck before she could think. She punched Morgan square in the face, followed by another, then another, while he laughed like a maniac until a red-black haze covered her eyes.

She just kept punching, hearing voices around her, although they seemed far away, clamoring for her to stop. But she kept punching, not ceasing when her hands felt they were pounding a mushy surface, or when she tasted blood in her mouth.

She heard screaming too, a shrill cry, and wouldn't know until Ewan pulled her away that she had been the one screaming.

"I will kill you, Morgan!"

But Morgan kept laughing—or rather tried to laugh, seeing as his face was now a bloody mess, his nose was broken, and he was missing some teeth. His tongue burned too, and he knew he had bitten down hard on it.

His face… he didn't want to calculate the loss—nothing surgery couldn't fix, he thought. He just needed to get out of here.

Meanwhile, Ewan pulled Athena to himself, strategically turning her head into his chest, aware she was weeping, wailing. His hands around her waist, he ignored the breaking of his heart at such sorrowfulness and commanded the men to take away the culprits.

"Wait…" He called out when the men moved to obey his instructions. "Who is LadyBug?"

The smile that flashed across the lips of the three men caused a stone to sink inside Ewan's stomach. Whoever this mystery person was, her identity would break Athena's heart further.

Who was that?

From the mischievousness dancing in the eyes of the culprits, he knew they wouldn't talk either. Well, good that he had Connor on his side.

"Are…"

"Don't worry…" Ewan waved whatever Dax had to say away. "I trust Connor to get all the information we need out of you all."

"And who is this Connor?" Heron asked, refusing to show his nervousness at the way things were going.

"Connor Brafus. Remember him…" Ewan asked, a sinister smile blooming on his lips. He took utmost pleasure in watching the two men pale to their roots.

"Brafus of the Demon Vipers Gang?" Dax creaked out, shaking like a leaf in the winter, the earlier bravado dissipating.

Then Morgan's laughter came out as a wheeze. "That's… impossible." He managed to say. "That killing icon is way out of your league."

"Is he?" Ewan pressed, raising an eyebrow. "When I'm Wolfsbane?"

Athena, who had turned to watch this exchange, guessing what revelation Ewan was about to make, was pleased to see the expression on Morgan's bloodied face as he staggered; as his two partners fell to the ground on their knees, paler than death, regardless of the gasps of shock that escaped from the mouths of Dillion and Hank.