CHAPTER SEVENTY THREE: ARES TO THE RESCUE.

ARES TO THE RESCUE.

Ares.

My patience was really running out as I wanted nothing more than to burst in there and carry my wife away from there. But my guards kept holding me back.

My phone finally rang. It's about time. I said to myself.

“Hello, who's this?”. I said, immediately I picked the call on the third ring.

“Ares love, it's me, Amelia, your baby”. Amelia said over the phone. Anger immediately surged through me as soon as I heard her voice.

“I've told you several times to stop calling me that and what do you want from me”. I replied impatiently. I wanted her to get to the point.

“I'll just let that comment slide baby. Well I have that piece of trash you call a wife here with me and I can promise you she's not in a good condition”. Amelia responded and many things started running in my head.

I hoped she wasn't hurt.

“Hmmm”. Came my reply. It was all I could say to prevent me from bursting out.

“Amelia, if you so much as touch a strand of hair on her head, you won't live to tell