Abigail felt the ominous intent, and had to suppress her terror right then. “What are you doing?”
“Paying you back for the slap,” Ian said darkly, and turned toward his crew. “You can have her, boys–that’s a pretty face if I ever saw one. Show her some proper love now, because you’re having the honor of bagging a woman who slept with Diarmuid Althoff!”
With that, he put a hand around Robin’s waist and said, Let’s go.”
Just as he stepped outside, he stopped and told the crew, Don’t disappoint me, and remember to record it. I have to show everyone that Diarmuid’s woman is available to the public–and he’s nothing but a cuck!”
“We’re related, Ian Althoff!” Abigail snapped.
She was attempting to make Ian eat his words, even though she knew there was not much of a chance – she was just desperate.
To no one’s surprise, Ian simply snorted. “So what if we are? Diarmuid and I stand apart. Did you think you carry weight around here?”
Ian’s crew leered and ogled her then, as if ready to lunge and devour her at any moment, leaving her retreating in fear.
“Wait, what about Henry?” Abigail asked, suddenly remembering about the eldest Althoff.
“Who, my grandfather?” Ian laughed in disdain. “Doesn’t matter who you cry to for help -I’m the alpha and the omega on this ship, and that old man’s already left!
Panicking, Abigail tried to kick her feet, but Ian’s crew was keeping her completely restrained.
As terror seized her, she abandoned all dignity and shrieked, “Help!”
She could not stay calm in this situation–there were so many men around her, leering at her hungrily.
She would not survive!
“Go on, scream. It just excites me more,” the man said as he took off his shirt, but just as he moved on top of her, the container door swung open with a loud bang!
The crew leader snapped indignantly, “Who the f-”
A dark blur flashed before his eyes before he could finish or see what it was.
Then, he was sent flying, hovering in the air for a moment before crashing onto the sidewall panel of the container!
While the crew leader was clutching his stomach, curling up and groaning in agony, the rest of the crew were yelling and snapping at another group of men who suddenly showed up. “Don’t you know where you are? Or who you’re messing with?”
Stan Hill stepped forward, growling icily, “You are the ones who know nothing. None of you are getting away!”
The men he brought rushed forward at his order, overwhelming and subduing the crew in no time at all.
Suddenly, the container was even more crowded, and audible groans of pain could soon be heard everywhere.
Abigail got up, suddenly feeling warmth over her shoulders even as she found Diarmuid.
Despite his seemingly calm demeanor, he was seething- he was simply keeping it under wraps.
Abigail could see the hurt and fear in his eyes.
Was that because of her?
However, she did not have the time to dwell on it-
sliding her hands into the sleeves of the jacket he draped over her, she leaped off the wooden crates and scooped up Tommy in her arms.
The boy was reacting again due to the commotion — the sleeping pill must have worn off.
He was not crying, but his round eyes were wide open and darting everywhere as if he was studying his surroundings.
Abigail tried to stop her tears, but they were flowing freely and trickling onto little Tommy’s face.
“I’m so sorry…” she rasped, blaming herself so much for not taking care of him, while feeling spite for Ian who drugged him.
She suddenly looked up to find Diarmuid studying Tommy.
His eyes were burning with emotions, but his hand was shaking even as he reached out to touch Tommy, and he could hardly stop the swelling excitement within himself.
As Abigail followed Diarmuid out of the container, Ian rushed to the scene, having heard the commotion.
He glowered when he saw that Diarmuid had saved his wife and child. “How did you get here?”
He was convinced that Diarmuid would never find this place— he was too used to Stan’s style in reconnaissance, which had helped him elude them thus far.
That naturally left him confused–if he had managed to stay out of Stan’s range, how did they get here?!
Robin remembered something then, and turned toward Abigail. “It was you, wasn’t it? You were fiddling with your phone on the way here. Did you leak our location?”
Ian snarled right then, “You ruined all my hard work!”
“Hard work?” Abigail glared at him icily. “You deserve what’s coming at you for all that you’ve done!”
Robin realized that she had ruined Ian’s plan, and felt sorry for him while she glared at Abigail with spite. If she had not naively believed Abigail and gotten exploited as a result, Ian’s plan would not have fallen through, and his casino would not have been exposed!
She clenched her fist.
On the other hand, Ian was not giving in despite the circumstances he certainly did not think that he had lost.
He could still turn this around!
“It’s too early to think that you’ve won.” He raised his chin proudly.
Diarmuid kept one hand around Abigail as he straightened. His shadow extended over the deck, magnifying his sinister presence.
“Whatever you say. I’ll just mind my own business,” he growled. “Stan Hill.”
Stan quickly walked up to him. “Yes, Mr. Althoff?”
“That man who touched my wife–feed him to the fishes.
Diarmuid’s tone and visage was icy, while Stan understood his orders right away.
The crew leader was too hurt to stand, and had to be dragged out of the container.
“Hey, pal. Let’s get you a drink,” Stan said as he helped his men carry him to the edge of the ship.
The man was screaming in fear. “Please, stop! I was just following orders! Ian told us to do it-”
“Do it.” Diarmuid naturally knew that Ian was the mastermind, but killing the crew leader would placate himself and Abigail. He should have known better than to lay a finger on any woman he could reach!
In addition, it was a demonstration for Ian’s crew-
provoking Diarmuid would only end badly for them, and their boss would not be able to save them!
“Please, Ian! Save me!” The crew leader started bawling then.
Ian certainly wanted to, but he could not–Diarmuid had clearly taken control over his ship, and he was barely safe as it was. How was he supposed to help?
Meanwhile, the man was still begging, “Please, sir! I’ve served you well and done so much for you! You can’t just let me die! You told us to do it!”
Nonetheless, Stan and his men threw him into the sea, and he landed with a loud splash!
It turns out that the man could not swim, and kept struggling to stay afloat.
“Help” he yelped after gulping a mouthful of seawater.
He would sink a foot below the surface whenever he moved, before floating for a moment again and gulping seawater again–that process repeated endlessly as he kept struggling!
Splash, splash.
Everyone on the boat could only watch–none of them tried to help.
Ian’s crew was especially left cowering at the sight, fearful that they would be next.
They were in the midst of deep waters. Even if they could swim, they would eventually get exhausted and drown!
The man below was a perfect example.
His struggling was becoming feeble, and he was hanging on by a thread!
Meanwhile, Diarmuid smiled coolly. “It doesn’t pay to be in your crew, does it?”
Ian’s face turned ashen–Diarmuid was clearly sowing doubts in the minds of his crew!
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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