Flash Marriage: In His Eyes Chapter 351: The Art of Execution

–Damon–

That fucking bitch.

David likes her—and she turns out to be a traitor?

No.

Sothing doesn’t sit right.

Kelly started explaining—sothing about working under a secret Elite Society.

Still—

Traitor.

That word sticks.

"Uh, Kelly," Caine started casually, like we weren’t tied to chairs. "We’ve been friends, right? Think you can get us so water? These cuffs are tight as hell—and we’re kind of buff."

He flexed his biceps and chest like we were at a damn gym instead of a hostage room.

Kelly signaled the guards.

They brought bottled water—with straws.

I glanced at Caine.

"Fancy," I muttered.

He snorted.

"But this doesn’t have drugs in it, right, Kels?" I added, tilting my head slightly as I took a sip. "Would hate to ruin the experience."

"Oh, no," she chuckled lightly. "Just... soothe yourselves."

She sat across from us, crossing her arms—calm, composed, like she owned the room.

Maybe she thought she did.

"So," she continued, "while I was working with your brother, I found out a few things."

"Oh, shit," I muttered under my breath.

Caine leaned forward slightly, grin already forming.

"You found out he’s gay?"

I exhaled through my nose, almost smiling.

We needed ti.

We’d take it however we could.

Kelly laughed.

"That’s a good one, Damon," she said, shaking her head. "But no. I didn’t find out he’s gay. Though he is clingy and childish."

She stood and walked toward us, pulling out her phone.

"I saw this."

She turned the screen toward us.

I focused.

Numbers.

Accounts.

Debts.

Blackwell... debts?

My expression didn’t change—but my mind sharpened.

We don’t have debts.

Not like this.

Half a billion?

What the fuck is this?

She giggled.

"I could buy your entire company if I leak this to the press."

I glanced at Caine, then back at her.

"But weren’t you already part of this Elite Society?" I asked calmly.

"Your brother is a gambler," she said flatly.

No.

He’s not.

Not like that.

Not reckless.

Not stupid.

Then she showed us photos.

David.

At a table.

Cards.

Money.

Real.

Authentic.

"Yeah, we gamble sotis," Caine shrugged. "But not like that. Not betting our lives away."

He leaned forward slightly, voice softening just enough.

"Co on, Kels. If you don’t like David, just say it. We’ll set you up with soone better. No need to ruin him like this."

I nodded once.

asured.

Agreeing.

Watching her.

She sighed.

Tired.

Or pretending to be.

"Look," she snapped, her tone shifting. "I don’t have ti for this. You need to tell where the drive is. The original program."

There it is.

Caine stiffened—then imdiately leaned into the act.

"Don’t be like this," he said, almost whining. "You’re scaring us, Kels. I an, yeah, you’re terrifying—but can we not do this?"

I almost scoffed.

She’s scary.

But not—

her.

"Kelly," I groaned, throwing my head back slightly. "Don’t embarrass . I’m already afraid of my wife."

I turned my head toward Caine lazily.

"Can we go back to sleep?"

Kelly stepped closer.

Too close.

Her eyes locked onto mine—our noses nearly touching.

Cold.

Calculating.

"You give that drive," she whispered, "or more people are going to die."

That’s when I saw it.

The lens.

Subtle.

Enhanced.

A device.

Livana uses those too.

Interesting.

"I—I don’t know," I muttered, lowering my gaze just enough to sell it. "My wife hides things well. She doesn’t trust with it."

I looked back at her.

Steady.

Unmoving.

"And even if you kill ... I won’t say a word."

A beat.

Then she smirked.

"Fine."

She pulled away.

"Don’t feed them," she ordered the guards.

"Oh, co on!" Caine called after her. "At least a burger? Kels! Don’t do us like that!"

But she was already gone.

Silence followed.

Heavy.

Then—

"That sucks," I muttered, closing my eyes briefly.

Kelly...

You better be on Livana’s side.

Cold water slamd against us.

Buckets.

Sharp.

Violent.

Three n moved in imdiately—fists driving into arms, ribs, chest.

Controlled.

Avoiding the face.

Professional.

I gritted my teeth, muscles tightening against the impact.

"Not the fucking face!" Caine shouted through a groan. "My wife won’t like it!"

Even now—

He doesn’t break.

Good.

I endured it.

Counted it.

asured every hit.

Because pain—

Is information.

"Stop!"

The voice cut through the speakers.

Sharp. Commanding.

"Get the doctors in there."

I exhaled slowly.

A faint smirk tugged at my lips despite the ache spreading through my body.

Finally.

A warning.

From my wife.

And I know her—

She doesn’t warn twice.

–Livana–

I finished my al.

Every bite tasted like nothing—refined, expensive, perfectly plated... and utterly hollow against the storm coiling in my stomach.

Nerves.

Worry.

Rage.

I had heard enough.

They were beaten. Damon. Caine.

Soone would pay for that.

"Peaches?" Jane’s voice cut through my thoughts as she fell into step beside , walking toward the helipad.

I took the cup from her, lifting a slice with quiet elegance.

"This is good," I murmured after a bite, though taste barely registered.

"Of course it is," she replied casually, eyes already scanning her tablet. "Your husband bought it."

A faint smile touched my lips—fleeting, dangerous.

Even now...

He provides.

"Sparrow, baby," Jane continued into her comms, her tone shifting into command. "We need the Knight’s move now. Do you have a specific location?"

I allowed myself a small, private amusent at the way she called Logan baby.

Sowhere, that man was likely unraveling—tension wrapped tight beneath a boyish grin, pretending composure while collapsing internally like a lovestruck fool.

Pathetic.

Endearing.

Useful.

"Yup," Logan’s voice ca through. "Knights are positioned South-West and North-West. As for the snipers... we recovered the bodies. One survived. Injured."

My fingers stilled for a fraction of a second.

Those snipers were assigned to Damon’s unit.

ant to shield him.

Instead—

They were taken.

One shadow escaped. Damon must have forced the retreat, prioritized information over pride.

Good.

Smart.

Still...

Unacceptable.

"We’re still tracking that shadow," Logan added.

"Queen," another voice cut in, sharper. "We got him."

I nodded once, finishing the last slice of peach before placing the empty cup aside. My sunglasses slid into place—masking everything.

Emotion is a luxury.

I stepped into the helicopter, Jane following closely behind.

Commander Rhys was already in the pilot’s seat—precise, unshaken. Beside her, Captain Dragon.

A ridiculous na.

He insisted on it.

One of my King’s n. Loyal. Efficient. Replaceable—if necessary.

"So, Kelly..." I murmured into the microphone, settling into my seat as the rotors began to hum. "She succeeded in retrieving the Blackwell docunts?"

Jane let out a soft chuckle.

"Perfectly executed," she said. "Those two must be terrified of her by now."

A quiet laugh slipped past my lips.

Caine and Damon—fearless n, reduced to caution by a woman who moves like a ghost.

Kelly doesn’t exist when she works.

No trace. No noise. No hesitation.

Incognito perfection.

How I adore competence.

"They should be," I said, amusent laced with sothing darker.

My fingers moved subtly, interfacing with the system—attempting to breach the last known coordinates. Firewalls resisted, layered and deliberate.

Lore was likely already tearing through them, piece by piece, after deploying the warnings.

Good.

I leaned back, closing my eyes briefly.

Fatigue crept in—slow, insistent.

The twins had been restless. My body demanded rest, even when my mind refused.

War does not pause for motherhood.

But motherhood... demands its due.

I exhaled softly.

A mont. Just a mont.

Then—

A touch at my wrist.

Jane.

Checking my pulse.

Silent. Careful.

I didn’t open my eyes.

Let her check.

Let them all think I am composed.

Because I am.

Even now—

When every instinct inside is screaming to burn the world down to retrieve what is mine.

–Alyssa–

It’s been two damn weeks since we’ve been confined underground.

And honestly?

I’m not even complaining.

I an... I get to be with Lore the whole ti—even if he’s working his ass off. He actually enjoys it. Sitting there with his oversized hoodie, headset on, laughing like so unhinged hacker genius.

It’s... kind of hot.

And watching him like that?

Yeah. Definitely entertaining.

Even more entertaining when he decides to give attention in between.

I sighed softly just thinking about it.

God, I must be ridiculously needy if my mind keeps drifting back to my fiancé like this.

"Where did Kelly go?" I asked, glancing over at David.

"She’s a traitor," he grumbled, arms crossed tightly.

My brows lifted.

"How?" I pushed my swivel chair closer by kicking lightly against the floor. "What—did she break your heart already?"

"Yeah, you could say that," he scoffed. "Pretended to be a good agent... then killed one of the guards."

"Oh, about that..." Lore muttered, not even looking away from his screens. "She didn’t tell them where the nest was, right?"

"That’s right," David nodded.

I leaned back slightly, tapping my chin as I thought.

If Kelly really was a traitor... we’d probably be dead by now.

So maybe she isn’t fully one.

Or maybe she just doesn’t have enough access.

Still...

It’s not exactly shocking that she got close to David.

I an, Lore and I practically set things up perfectly. The whole idea was to push them together—get them attached... maybe even married.

So we could get married faster.

Simple.

I rested my elbow on the armrest of Livana’s ridiculously comfortable chair, smirking.

"Well," I started casually, "if she ends up pregnant with your baby... would you marry her? Even if she’s a traitor?"

David froze.

Slowly—very slowly—he turned to and grabbed my cheeks.

"What did you just say?"

"Uhm..."

"Oh, fuck," Lore groaned, finally looking away from his monitors. "Baby... why would you ask that?"

I laughed, shoving my brother lightly.

"Relax, it’s just a question."

David narrowed his eyes.

"So you two know I slept with soone that night?"

"Yeah," Lore and I answered in perfect sync.

"Kelly!" Lore burst out laughing, pointing at him.

I rolled my chair back toward Lore and kissed him right on the lips—just to be annoying.

"You two—!" David snapped, grabbing whatever was within reach to throw at us.

"But it is a good question," Lore added, still amused. "Would you?"

David’s expression darkened.

"I’d lock her up," he said flatly. "I think Livana would understand."

I cleared my throat, a tiny bit concerned now.

He’s serious.

Desperate, even.

"Well..." I nudged Lore lightly. "We can help with that, right, love?"

He glanced at , then nodded.

"It’s for the sake of our wedding," I whispered, earning another small nod from him.

Because yeah... this was part of the plan.

Push David and Kelly closer.

And honestly? There’s no way Kelly wouldn’t fall for him.

David’s insanely handso, fun, and underneath all that chaos—he’s a total gentle giant.

That’s probably why she stayed with him that night.

Lore suddenly went quiet, turning his focus fully back to the monitors.

Two red dots blinked on the screen.

"Okay..." he murmured. "I think they’ve surrounded the secret society’s location."

My heart jumped.

I imdiately leaned closer, eyes locked on the screen.

Finally.

They’re going to rescue my brothers.

I gripped Lore’s arm as his fingers flew across the keyboard.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath. "They’re surrounded too... This isn’t right."

"What do you an?" I asked quickly.

His jaw tightened.

"It’s a trap," he said.

A pause.

"For Livana."