<h4>Chapter 303: Revtions</h4>


    Ewan didn’t say a word to Athena until they arrived at the closest diner, having broken free from the deserted vicinity where Connor lived.


    Herst statement in the car, though sarcastic, had been unable to leave his mind. He wasn’t sure if she was unhappy about his methods of punishing someone or if she was hinting at his past.


    Nevertheless, he hadn’t said a word when she had spoken, only starting the car. And as if knowing that his mind had been in turmoil, she had followed suit, remaining silent.


    "We will be taking a stop here."


    Even his voice was gruff.


    Athena thought, however, that it was because she was forcing him to tell the truth about his past. Was she remorseful, though? Not at all. She had hungered for this part of his life for so long!


    "What are we doing here?" She asked mildly, taking a look around their environment, her eyes resting on the local bar. "There are better ces in the city."


    "The city is too crowded." Ewan curtly replied.


    Without another word, he opened the car door and stepped out, walking immediately toward the entrance, knowing that Athena would follow eventually despite her misgivings.


    He was right on the money. Athena hesitated for a mere nanosecond, and then she was off her seat!


    She hurried after him, not wanting to spend time looking for him in a bar that would be teeming with drunk men and half-dressed women considering the time of the day.


    She was right—drunk men and half-dressed women. But she had no difficulty locating Ewan, not when he was the center of attention.


    It was like before in the Dixons; the female patrons were all over him. Only this time, they actually flocked around him, throwing their wares at him, offering sweet nights of passion.


    And again, Athena felt that indescribable feeling rise within her—she felt like wing those women away from him, taking their eyes out so they wouldn’t see him again.


    However, before she could act on that impulse, a text dropped on her phone, capturing her focus.


    Picking up her phone, she furrowed her brows when she saw Aiden’s message:


    <i>"You</i><i>won’t believe</i><i>who</i><i>is</i><i>the</i><i>mole..."</i>


    But that was all there was to the message.


    Immediately forgetting Ewan for a moment, she dialed Aiden’s number, but the number wasn’t reachable.


    Athena cursed and tried again but she got the same response.


    "There is little to nowork coverage here." A voice cut into her thoughts.


    Athena snapped her head to the left, maintaining the same calm expression when she saw a handsome male staring at her, a smile on his lips.


    "Hey, beautiful... I am Rodney."


    But Athena didn’t extend her hand. This introduction wasn’t necessary; she was just passing through after all.


    "If there is nowork coverage here, how do you people cope?" She asked, watching, yet not perturbed, as the male with a ruddy appearance dropped his hands by his side, having not expected his handsomeness not to have an effect on the beautiful woman before him.


    "There’s a shade a few meters away, where there’s always..." The man paused, suddenly feeling small under the scrutiny of Athena’s gaze.


    "You don’t get tired of the smallness of it? Or you don’t live here? How do you survive either way?" Athena cut in, aware from the corner of her eye of Ewan approaching them.


    Rodney opened his mouth, then shut it. He had approached this woman because she seemed different from the usual ones he saw around this little n of his, and now he was right—she was entirely different.


    "I do," He found himself answering meekly.


    "When then is your job? Did you go to school?"


    "What are you talking about?" Ewan’s voice interrupted whatever Rodney had to say.


    "Who are you?" Rodney retorted rudely, hating that some other male had interrupted this legendary conversation. This woman in front of him was a breath of fresh air and might be his ticket out of family feuds and responsibilities.


    Ewan didn’t bother giving the male an answer, as his entire attention was on Athena. "We came here to talk, and you are fraternizing with other—"


    "You didn’t seem to have that opinion when you enjoyed those women flocking around you, offering their breasts to you..." She muttered scornfully, her eyesnding on the bar where the women still remained, looking at her as if she were the devil.


    Ewan tried in vain to restrict the smile threatening to break out on his lips.


    "You think this is funny?" Athena red at him hotly, totally forgetting Rodney, who still stood at the same point watching the couple, who seemed to be close to an extent.


    Should he turn and leave? He decided to do just that, but Athena stopped him.


    "Wait. Give me your contact. Or rather, take mine..." She could deal with Ewanter.


    Ewan watched with a frown as Athena typed out her number on Rodney’s phone,mitting thetter’s face to memory. He would need to sketch his faceter for Spider to search out. No way was he letting some town wannabe sidle close to his wife!


    "Aren’t youing, or do you want your women to tear me up?"


    Ewan had been so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t notice that Athena was done with Rodney, seeing as thetter had remained in the same position.


    He gave the male a withering look. Thetter scoffed in response and walked away. Ewan curbed the urge to drag him back and give him the beating of a lifetime for such disrespect.


    Instead, he turned in the direction Athena had taken, gritting his teeth when he saw that she was surrounded by males.


    In how many seconds of his absence?!


    "Scram!" He gritted out when he got close.


    The males obeyed, thinking he was her husband; he didn’t bother correcting that thought.


    "We could have just gone into the city. It’s alreadyte," Athena started as he took a seat on a chair that was old and creaky.


    "I was impatient to get the matter off my chest." The silence in the car had been stifling.


    Athena nodded slowly in response, looking around her.


    Ewan knew she was giving him the space to begin. A few beats of silence passed between them before Ewan started.


    "Your suspicions are correct."


    "And what suspicions do you think I have?" Athena asked, her eyes fixed on a te of steaming food that one of the bar attendants was taking to a patron.


    "Are you hungry? Last time I was here, their broth was good."


    "Then I’ll have some. I’m so hungry," Athena replied.


    Ewan cursed himself mentally for hisck of sensitivity. They had been on the mission since morning without good food; he should have thought of this. He should have taken her into the city, as she suggested, where she could eat a five-course meal, food meant for the queen that she was.


    However, seeing their situation, he beckoned the waiter and ordered their special.


    "What is their special?" Athena asked when the waiter left.


    "It’s a surprise. But I’ll give you a spoiler; it’s spicy."


    Athena raised a brow, curiosity definitely piqued. "I’ll be the judge of that."


    "Now, tell me about my suspicions," She urged.


    Ewan chuckled nervously, sping his hands on his thigh. "I..."


    He licked his lips, wondering how best to drop this bomb.


    Athena leaned forward on the greenish worn-out table. Anything that had Ewan in knots this way was worth hearing.


    Ewan inhaled deeply and exhaled, looked to the ceiling, and then met Athena’s gaze unflinching, steeling himself. "I was once the head of the Demon Viper gang."


    The bar, abination of a restaurant and a ’microbrewery’, was loud and crazy, but a graveyard silence cocooned Athena and Ewan.


    For a second, Athena wanted tough at the crude joke, but theughter died in her mouth when she saw the seriousness in Ewan’s face.


    Head of the Demon Viper gang? Her jaw ckened before she could help it as she appraised him with her eyes.


    Head of the Demon Viper gang. She repeated it more times than she could count in her head, her fingers beginning to drum against the table, her mind frantic, calcting at what time he ruled the evil gang that was even worse than Morgan’s.


    How had he done it? How had he kept it hidden from the world? How had it kept it from her, especially?


    Most times, it’s easy to hide it from the world, but she was a different case.


    "How..." The words died in her mouth.


    "That shouldn’t be possible." She mutteredter. Even if it exined a lot of things.


    "What’s your code name?" She finally asked, after a few seconds, her heart almost beating out of her chest.


    For some reason, a particr name stuck in her mind despite the fact that she couldn’t put both males on the same pedestal.


    "Wolfsbane."


    A startled cry escaped Athena’s lips before she could help it.


    No, no. She chanted, gripping her thighs. The father of her children couldn’t possibly be the most sought-after criminal eight to ten years ago.


    "But I’m no longer part of the gang. I gave that part of my life up when I married you."