Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law
Chapter 183: Shocked

Chapter 183: Shocked

Thoroughly pissed off at Saira and worried sick for the poor child who’d had such a big thing thrust upon him, Adam raced into the hotel room, heart pounding, ready to console Adir and assure him that he would never stand between his father and him. As he reached, he was about to look for someone to open the door but then realized that the door was already slightly open, and in his rush, he didn’t stop to question why.

In his agitation, he failed to notice the little details that he would have been wary of otherwise. The lights weren’t completely dim, just enough to keep the room from being pitch dark but not enough to keep the room lit. Did that foolish woman try to tell him things in the dark or did she stop to dim the lights as she walked out of the room? But he didn’t process any of that. He just stepped inside.

"Adir?" he called out, his voice echoing slightly in the stillness. "Adir, are you here?"

There was no answer. Not a sound.

Adam paused, confusion creeping in. Saira had been practically yelling that the boy wouldn’t stop crying. She said he was hysterical, that she couldn’t calm him down and the noise was why she had left the room.

But now- everything was silent. Completely silent.

He called again, louder this time. "Adir!"

Still nothing.

The silence pressed and suddenly Adam stiffened, worried sick. What if the kid had fallen and hit his head in the bathroom? What if he’d passed out from crying too hard? What if something worse had happened?

Adam moved further into the room, now paying attention to the quiet, to the dim lighting, to the strange stillness that hadn’t hit him before. The shadows were heavy, unmoving. Too still. And no sound could be heard.

He stopped in the middle of the room. Something was off. Something was very, very wrong.

He turned around, suddenly on alert—his instincts finally catching up to him.

But before he could react, something dropped over his face.

A thick cloth covered his nose and mouth. His hands flew up, but the scent hit immediately. Sharp. Chemical.

He tried to fight, tried to step back, but his muscles were already starting to slow. His knees gave out first. Then everything went dark.

The moment Adam hit the ground, the figure behind him let out a low curse, half in annoyance, half from effort. He grabbed Adam by the arms and dragged him toward the bed, grunting under his breath as he struggled with the dead weight.

Once Adam was on the edge of the bed, the man exhaled and straightened. He walked over and flicked the light switch on.

Just then, the door creaked and the man stiffened and whipped around, his hand on the weapon around his waist. Saira slipped inside quickly and the man relaxed as he saw her.

She looked at the man, covered from head to toe in black and then at Adam who was not lying still on the bed. She paused, gave the man a look and then ignoring himwalked towards the bed.

Then she reached out and pressed two fingers against his neck, feeling for a pulse.

It was steady.

She gave a soft, satisfied exhale and straightened, brushing a strand of hair off her shoulder. "Still breathing," she muttered, more to herself than to anyone else. "Good. That’s all I asked for."

She turned to the man who had taken a step back and was watching her silently. From her purse, she drew out a thick envelope—neatly sealed—and extended it to him with a faint smirk.

"You completed the job well," she said, tilting her head, voice almost sweet. "I’ll handle the rest from here. You can go."

The man took the envelope from her hand without a word, but he didn’t leave immediately. Instead, he opened it slightly and thumbed through the contents making sure his money was in order. She smiled as she said that and then cocked her finger," I don’t even know why you need so much money just to make someone unconscious and put them on the bed. Your master was too generous."

The man said nothing. He simply gave a short nod and then pocketed the envelope.

He nodded once, then turned as if to go.

But then he stopped.

Without a word, his hand dipped into his jacket. In a swift, practiced motion, he pulled out something small and sharp. Metal glinted under the ceiling light.

And in the next second, the blade sliced clean across her neck.

Saira’s eyes went wide in shock. She staggered back, one hand clutching her throat as blood began to pour. She tried to speak, but only a wet gasp came out.

Her knees buckled.

She hit the floor with a soft thud.

The man looked down at her for a second, then calmly wiped the blade’s handle with a chemical cloth and turned to make sure that his second victim had died. He then spoke in a hoarse voice," The money was for two jobs. Both are now done."

Then, without a word, he placed the knife in Adam’s hand and walked out of the room, leaving behind a dead woman with her eyes still wide open.

Once outside the hotel, the man stepped into his car and made a phone call," The work is done."

He paused for a moment and then frowned," What child? There was no child in the room."

The line went quiet for a moment and then he remembered that Adam Collins had been calling for someone called Adir?

He froze, the keys to the ignition dangling loosely in his hand. Then came a sharp curse under his breath, guttural and furious.

He should have double-checked. Should have swept the entire room before calling the job complete. What kind of amateur mistake was that? Leaving behind a witness?

Jaw clenched, he shoved the car door open and stalked back toward the hotel, to finish the job.