My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 163

Chapter 163: Lowest Of The Low

Lucian tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, deep in thought. He had called the people in the neighborhood and was told there wasn’t any problem.

So, it made him wonder what had upset Nolan so much.

Deep down, he knew it was about Ashley. But for the past few days, Ashley had told him she was busy. Considering she was setting up her own office, Lucian thought he was being considerate by taking on some of the burden regarding himself and Primo.

Pulling up in the quiet neighborhood, Lucian glanced at their home. The lights inside were still on, making him furrow his brows.

"Is she still awake?" he wondered, checking the time.

It was already late.

Stepping out of the car, Lucian was about to make his way inside when he heard some noise across the street. He turned his head and narrowed his eyes, listening to the slurred voices.

"Are those..." he trailed off as he crossed the street, stopping at the pavement before the open gate.

There, at the entrance, six figures were sprawled on the floor by the front door. His brows knitted.

"What I’m saying is, don’t be nice," Red slurred, pointing at Ashley. "You aren’t even nice to begin with! Why are you acting like an angel when you’re a demon! You’re the devil!"

"Man, you’re frustrating," Gin mumbled, eyes almost closed. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"No, the other party is more frustrating," Vodka muttered, hand cupping his face. "What a piece of scum."

Ashley pouted as she huffed sharply, glaring at those who were just as drunk as she was. They didn’t even know how they had ended up like this, but they did remember buying some beer just to loosen up a little.

"Weren’t you listening to me?" she complained, only to pause as she caught a figure from the corner of her eye. "Oh."

She blinked slowly, her vision doubling. At the same time, the guys turned their heads until their gazes landed on the man standing a few meters from them.

"Ah," Red scrunched up his nose. "It’s the piece of trash."

"No, it’s the deadbeat."

"What an asshole — shameless scum!"

"Prick!" Ashley intoned, pointing at Lucian. "Jerk!"

"Ugh... no, no!" Rum straightened and turned to her, waving his hand in frustration. "You should curse him out more. Pricks and jerks are just too easy on the ears."

The rest nodded until Vodka added, like a sage, "Do it like you mean it."

"But..." Ashley frowned, pouting. "...I’m scared!"

All five of them paused, looking up as if thinking. After a moment of drunken consideration, they turned back to her.

"Scared? Why would you be scared of someone like him?" they said in unison. "Just do it. If you’re going to die, might as well die without regrets."

Ashley, for some reason, felt persuaded. She narrowed her eyes and glared at Lucian.

"Hey!" she shouted, finger pointed at him. "You... you’re a piece of shit!"

Then she looked back at them, and they nodded, giving her a thumbs-up.

Gin commented, "That’s not a bad start. Go on."

"Ahem!" she cleared her throat. "Son of a gun!"

This time, they reacted with displeasure. "Come on!"

"But it’s my hubby," she pouted, puffing her cheeks. "I don’t want to hurt his feelings."

"Hubby my ass!" Rum harrumphed angrily, pulling her aside to scold her. The other guys chimed in, reminding her how Lucian was a piece of trash that even a toilet would refuse to flush.

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