Chapter 29: Chapter 29

"September! Who the hell calls in the middle of the night?!" Maeve groaned sleepily after her sleep was interrupted with the shrilling sound of September's phone.

"It's Falcon. I'm sorry, it must be urgent. I'll take this call, go back to sleep." September, who's sleep was also interrupted kissed his wife's forehead before he gently took her off his chest and wrapped her in a thick blanket before he went to the balcony to answer his butler's call.

"I swear Falcon, if this is not---"

"The mastermind called. It's really who you thought it was." Falcon immediately reported before his boss can even shower him with death threats.

"Why did he call?"

"He wanted to see her."

September's expression was almost identical to the dark ocean in front of him. Serene but frightening.

"He wants to see my wife?" He muttered after a while before he turned around, facing the door of their room.

He can see Maeve by the sliding door made of glass. She was tucked tightly on their thick blanket.

"What's the next step sir?" Falcon inquired.

"Then let's let him meet her." He answered while staring at the sleeping state of his wife.

"Understood." Falcon responded before September ended the call and entered their room once again.

He put his phone on the bed side table before he sat on his side of the bed to stare at his beautiful wife. He carefully brushed off the hair strands that were scattered on her face.

"September?" She called out with half-closed eyes.

"Yes, hon." Maeve immediately smiled and wrapped her arms on his waist before she fix and pulled the blanket to cover the both of them.

He chuckled silently after watching his wife go back to sleep, her hands still around his waist.

If waiting is already like this, he wonders how it would be when she finally love him.

September's lips unconsciously curved into a smile before he leaned down a bit to kiss the top of Maeve's head.

"I love you, hon." He whispered and his smile widened when Maeve snuggled closer to him. He took his time staring at his wife before he finally rested and comfortably slept with his arms around his wife.

"I can smell bacons..." September said as soon as he got out of their room. Maeve was already out of bed when he woke up.

"And pancakes too!" Maeve added as she laid the plate full of pancakes in front of him and gave his cheeks a good morning kiss.

"And here's your coffee..." She said as she carefully placed the white coffee mug beside the plate she had prepared for him.

September was all smiles as he watched her look after his breakfast. Her long brownish hair was tied in mid-level, while she wears a blue apron that covers her silk green sleepwear.

They still haven't taken a shower yet and were still wearing their sleepwears, but that only added to the homy feeling around them.

"Pancakes with mapple and strawberry syrup..." She recited as she poured his favorite syrups on his pancakes.

"You should eat, too." He reminded.

"Sure. I'll just finished this off... And... Done!" She cheerfully babbled before taking off her apron and placing it on top of the kitchen counter.

"What did Falcon say?" She asked as she prepares her own food.

"They finally found out whose behind this." He answered which made Maeve still for a moment before a smile finally broke in.

"Please tell me we'll proceed to Plan A?" She asked hopefully.

"Luckily, yes." He answered with a smile.

Looks like they're going back to reality now.

"Let me go! Stop pulling me!" Maeve shouted as she was being dragged somewhere with her hands and ankles tied, and her eyes were blindfolded.

She can't see the man seated on a long weary leather sofa nearby. He was busy watching the scene before him as if it fascinates him.

"Lucky bastard. He even got a wife as pretty as you." She heard a guy muttered before she heard footsteps coming towards her direction.

"What do you need?!" She asked in a sharp voice.

"Hmm. Let's see..." The guy said as he walked around her before finally settling in front of her and forcefully held her jaw.

"You're pretty but a little sharp tongued, eh?"

"You know what? It was so difficult to find that asshole's weakness. Damn! I've looked so much but there's none." He added with a lunatic grin.

"But you suddenly entered the picture! Ha! The devil finally got to show some weakness!" He then, let go of her jaw and laughed.

"Can you stop calling my husband with names?" Chris Johns' laughter died down as he heard the cold voice of the woman in front of him.

He sarcastically stared at the woman. Thinking that she was pretending to be strong or something, he slouched in front her.

"Why? What can you do? Nothing. Because you were just a weak, over-dependent woman---"

"Wow! Just another misogynistic. Don't you have a mom? A sister---oh. Sorry. They've abandoned you already right? That's why Mr. Johns found you on the street?" Chris Johns stilled.

What the hell is going on?

How did this woman knew so much about him?

He suddenly stood up straight and looked around suspiciously. He suddenly have a bad feeling about this.

"Aww... Did I scare you?" His eyes went back to the woman who was now comfortable sitting on the ground. Her hands and ankles were no longer tied and she's not blindfolded anymore.

Chris' eyes went wide as he stared at what supposed to be his people. They were now all pointing their guns on his direction.

"W-what is this?" He asked, stuttering.

Maeve stared at him as if she pitied him before she stood up, shaking her head, giving in a disappointed look.

"I didn't know you'll fell for that? Well, you're already an idiot to begin with." Maeve told him with her arms crossed over her chest.

"What the hell are you talking about bitch---what the fuck!" He immediately held his shot arm.

"Who the hell shot me?!"

"I did." His eyes fell on the man who spoke.

Standing by the door was September Thorne, with his usual cold face and the pistol he was holding only added an eerie vibe as they all watched him enter the room.

Behind him was Falcon who also wore his I-don't-care-what-you-do expression.

September stared at Chris coldly.

"I wanted to be generous and just let you silently leave the city just like what we did to Mr. Johns." He said in a straight face.

"But you just have to ruin your chance by calling my wife a bitch." He added coldly.