Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 166: Allison sat bound to the chair, her hands tightly secured behind her back.

The dimly lit wooden cabin creaked with the weight of silence, but despite her captivity, she radiated a calmness that unnerved her captors.

The scarred man, Rugal, growing increasingly agitated by her unwavering composure, yanked the blindfold from her eyes.

You better behave yourself! he snarled.

Allison didnt immediately respond.

She kept her eyes closed for a moment, adjusting to the light.

When she finally opened them, she took her time, her gaze calmly assessing the man in front of her.

Youve trained well, she said with deliberate innocence.

And this place is certainly remote.

But Im curious how did you manage to get guns through airport security? Its usually pretty thorough.

Her voice was light, almost playful.

Maybe you could share stips? Rugal sneered, leaning closer.

We have connections, unlike you.

We dont have to worry about security! Hed been warned not to trust anything that cfrom Allisons mouth.

She was known for her cunning.

Yet here she was, caught without a fight.

It all went too well, too easy.

The only thing that stood out was her icy composure.

She showed no fear, not from the beginning, nor at any point since.

Allisons face remained placid, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at her lips.

Is your boss the leader of the Burned Islands Mafia? she asked casually.

Her question was met with an impatient grunt.

Of course! And dont try anything funny.

Our boss will be here in three days.

So, Ms.

Clarke, Id suggest you savor these last moments of freedom.

After that, itll be hell for you.

The threat hung in the air, but Allison remained unflinching.

She glanced around the room, her mind working swiftly, cataloging every detail.

But hasnt your boss been watching the whole time? she said softly, tilting her head toward the small surveillance camera mounted in the corner.

The cameras are right there, she continued, a mocking lilt in her voice.

Why hasnt he shown his face? Or is he too ugly to let anyone see? She smiled then, a slow, dangerous curve of her lips.

For a moment, a fierce, untamed beauty flickered across her face, catching Rugal off guard.

You must be talking about Daniel Navarro, Allison said, her voice dropping to a low murmur.

Did no one tell you that when youre on a mission, you should hide your organizations markings? She recalled the tattoo on Damons neck, which looked all too familiar.

After all these years, Daniel, why are you still hiding? Her tone shifted, no longer curious but certain.

She had made countless enemies, but the Burned Islands Mafia stood out among them all.

The distinctive tattoo reminded her of the vengeance she had sought years ago against the Mafia.

Ha, Ms.

Clarke, clever as ever! A chilling laugh echoed from nearby.

Rugals eyes widened.

He instinctively touched his neck, realizing his identity had been exposed.

He turned to the nearest monitor, stammering, Boss, we didnt mean to... This woman, shes Shut up, cthe cold, low voice from the monitor.

The screen flickered to life, revealing a mans face.

Ms.

Clarke, he drawled, his voice dripping with malice.

We meet again.

Allisons gaze didnt waver as she locked eyes with the man on the screen.

He had a jagged scar running like a centipede across his cheek.

There were only a few organizations she had grudges with, and narrowing it down led her to Daniel.

Daniel Navarro the second-in-command of the Burned Islands Mafia.

Infamous.

Ruthless.

And the man responsible for her masters death.

A knot tightened in Allisons chest.

She hadnt expected survivors from that explosion.

Yet here he was, alive.

Daniels voice was a cold rasp, and the threat was unmistakable.

This time, Ill make sure you wish for death, Allison.

Look at you, with that delicate skin of yours... how many lashes do you think it would take to break you? Or maybe I should offer you to my most loyal companion? He gestured behind him, where a lion prowled in the shadows, its eyes gleaming.

The scars on his face were a constant reminder of the suffering hed endured because of Allison.

After she had managed to destroy the Mafia, Daniel not only survived, Way but he clawed his way back to power E and rebuilt. There was deep-seated vengeance between his organization and Allison.

Or, he said, his tone softening into something even more sinister, you could hand over the key to Hackers World. You know which one I mean.

Do that, and I might grant you a quicker, less painful death.

Years ago, they had killed a man to get that key only for it to fall into Allisons hands.

And now, Daniel wanted it back.

Allisons lips curved into a smile that didnt reach her eyes.

Why dont we discuss the key when you get here? After all, you said youd arrive in three day's, right? Ill make sure to enjoy these peaceful moments until then. Her words were laced with sarcasm, a sharp reminder of the chaos she had once unleashed on the Burned Islands.

She had torn through their ranks like a vengeful storm, leaving devastation in her wake.

Daniels face twitched, a brief flash of anger crossing his features before he chuckled.

Keep a close watch on her, he ordered, addressing his men.

Not even a fly should escape.

Yes, boss, they muttered in unison, just before the screen abruptly went dark, shattered by Daniels fist.

The cabin door creaked shut, locking her in once more.

As soon as they left, Allisons smile vanished, replaced by a cold, calculating look.

She knew twas running out.

Before her phone was destroyed, she had discreetly sent her location to Kellan. Now, she had to buy herself enough tto escape.