My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin-Chapter 35: Evil Boss

"They’re a really nice couple, you know? I mean, how could someone be so nice and smart at the same time? I didn’t know that was possible — to be successful and kind..."

Ashley rambled on and on while unpacking the luggage, seated comfortably on the floor. Meanwhile, Primo was propped on the edge of the bed, watching her make a mess in one area.

It wasn’t that Primo wasn’t listening — he was. But the luggage and the things she was taking out distracted him.

In his mind, he was... mortified at how she had stuffed everything into one suitcase.

There were snacks, souvenirs, and then seeds and plants! Plants! There was even a printed shirt from some plantation, and then a few jars of pure honey right beside the toys. As someone who liked everything organized and separated, this was pure horror for the little boy.

Just why... 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

But Ashley didn’t bother with that, thinking that having everything packed — or placed in Tupperware (for the plants) — was enough.

"Eh? Did it die?" she wondered as she lifted the clear Tupperware container to her face, where she had placed the plant. "I was worried it would die."

One of the reasons she had thrown another huge tantrum was this plant. She wanted to stay with Liza a bit longer, but she also knew there were things she needed to do in the territory.

Shaking her head, she snapped her eyes up at him. "Anyway, you’ll meet them, right?"

Primo’s brows rose as his thoughts halted, and he looked at her strangely.

"I mean, Auntie Liza and Uncle Tommy!" she intoned. "I told them about you. So they were interested in meeting the evil boss that I can’t defeat."

Evil... boss?

Primo blinked, only to see her nod and point at him.

"Yeah, you are — evil boss," she said without hesitation. "Well, anyway, before I left, you asked me if I had money."

The corner of her mouth curled into a smirk, looking a little more smug than before. "In a few months, this woman right here will be filthy, filthy rich."

"..." Primo blinked, reached for his drawing pad right next to him, and wrote quickly. When he flipped it, Ashley leaned forward and read:

[What did you do?]

She smirked again. "I used my head."

"..."

"Hah! I never thought I was good at anything, but I found out I’m actually a natural in business!" she intoned, laughing and beaming, impressed by her own actions. "Not just that, but my luck is sky-high too. Maybe because I spent my entire life working myself to the bone just to survive, the heavens finally said, that’s enough. She’s been through so much; let’s give her a break. Angel, form a team and protect the young lady! Hahaha!"

Primo could only shake his head at the overflowing arrogance seeping out of her.

She had been a little arrogant before, but after this trip, it seemed her confidence had hit the sky limit.

Her laughter grew louder and more wicked, like an evil witch who had just finished concocting her new and improved poison. And Primo’s only concern was...

Was it legal?

It was, but the next one? It might not be much.

*****

Meanwhile, in the guesthouse...

"Boss, boss, I’m really sorry, hmm? Please forgive me just this once! I was too greedy — blinded by my greed — that I forgot who my master was!"

Patrick groveled at Lucian’s feet as the master of Dominion sat comfortably on the armchair. There were more — at least three others kneeling with their foreheads pressed against the floor before Lucian.

Gustav stood to the side, sliding a thin container of cigarettes open and offering it to his boss.

Lucian picked one stick, keeping it between his fingers. He casually propped his elbow against the armrest, waiting for Gustav to light it. His eyes, however, never left the disheveled man groveling at his feet.

"Patrick," he finally called before taking a long drag, puffing the smoke into the air.

He lowered his lashes slightly, staring coldly at the man.

"How long have you been receiving support from Dominion?" he asked, his voice calm and low, but enough to make those kneeling before him tremble.

Even Patrick, whose face had drained of color, could only gulp loudly.

"For... a long time, sir," came Patrick’s trembling voice. "I am basically a part of Dominion."

Not officially, but with their partnership, Patrick had been receiving a lot of benefits from Lucian.

"And you know what happens when someone who is basically a part of Dominion does what you did," Lucian said calmly, earning a more desperate plea from the man.

Patrick crawled forward, rubbing his hands together, still on his knees. "Sir, Master, Boss, please give me one chance! Just one chance! I will not get greedy again — never! Right! You — you want to know who was behind this, right?"

"It’s — it’s... I actually don’t know the mastermind, but I know the people involved! The Marcelos are definitely involved! They’re the ones who dragged me into this whole scheme!" Patrick prattled on without even pausing to breathe. He knew every second counted to buy himself another chance at life. He wasn’t going to waste it.

"I didn’t really plan to do anything to harm you!" Patrick continued. "All I was told was to..."

He trailed off as he looked up hesitantly, seeing Lucian and Gustav eyeing him coldly. Especially Gustav, who looked like he could kill him with his glare alone. Again, Patrick swallowed hard, knowing Lucian already knew their plans.

"The one they wanted dead is Mr. Tomas," Patrick confessed. "They just wanted to hurt Dominion and stop it from accumulating more power. They wanted to frame Dominion if Tomas died."

And that was the truth — just like what happened in Ashley’s previous life.

Tommy fell, and Dominion suffered a massive blow. But the biggest plot of all was that, on top of Lucian’s injuries and Tommy’s death, Dominion gained formidable enemies.

This time around, that didn’t happen. Instead of Tommy’s death and a fatal injury, Lucian gained a strong ally — the exact opposite of what had originally occurred.

Lucian listened to everything Patrick said, and halfway through his cigarette, he extinguished the lit end in the ashtray before rising to his feet.

His eyes fell on Patrick before he turned to Gustav. "Send more security to Mr. Tomas, and find everyone he mentioned. Make them an example."

"Yes, sir." Gustav lowered his gaze, keeping his head bowed as Lucian walked away.

"Ma — Master!" Patrick called out, his eyes fixed on Lucian’s back. "Have you... have you forgiven me?"

Lucian glanced over his shoulder. "Send his ring to his wife. That should be enough to let her know she can marry her gigolo."

The remaining color drained completely from Patrick’s face, his shoulders sagging, his eyes turning blank as he watched Lucian disappear from view.

The next thing Patrick knew, Gustav towered over him — and then the cold muzzle pressed against his temple.

BANG!