My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 199

Chapter 199: She’s Gone!

In one of the large office cabins of the ship, a man held a phone to his ear.

"Yes, boss," he said. "We already got everything under control."

He went quiet and listened to the voice on the other end of the line, nodding in understanding.

"Do not worry," said the man. "The other guys went after those four. They’ll be dealt with... and if they were lucky enough to escape, we’ll come for them."

"Look here," came the voice from the other end of the line. "We don’t want those other four causing trouble for us."

"They won’t," the man on the phone uttered solemnly. "Leave it to me. We’ve already leaked their information. Even before they open their mouths, Dominion will shoot them in the head."

The back-and-forth continued, with the person on the other end expressing his concerns while the man on the ship confidently reassured him over and over.

"Just don’t lower your guard — this is important," said the person on the other end of the line. "We’re up against Dominion. And once they catch on, you and I... we’ll be dead. We’ll be the next sacrificial lambs."

A glint flickered across the man’s eyes as he nodded. "I understand."

Having said that, the person on the other end ended the call. The man exhaled heavily and glanced away before slipping the phone into his pocket, just as the door opened.

Two men walked in, one of them with dyed orange hair, dragging his feet.

"I don’t like riding ships or boats... makes me sick," he complained, heading straight for the couch. "Dang. The medicine is barely helping me."

The other man, who had a large mole on his cheek, gazed down at him. "I told you to take another."

"But it sucks," the orange-haired man complained as he slumped on the couch on his stomach.

"Just do it," the man who had been talking on the phone advised. "The boss is worried. It’s best not to lower our guard until we reach our destination."

He paused as he took out a pack of cigarettes and walked toward the sliding window for a smoke. "Fucking Dominion will not just sit still."

"Even if they don’t, those guys are late to the party," the man with the mole said as he sat on the armrest and tossed a pill to the orange-haired man suffering from motion sickness.

"They can try, but with so many ships in this ocean, it’d take forever for them to figure out which one we’re on," he added with a chuckle. "By the time they find this ship, we’re already gone."

After all, the ship they were on was only a temporary ride to a certain point. At the far end of the ocean, they would transfer to a smaller ship that would take them to their actual destination.

There was no way Dominion would be able to catch them once they got off this ship.

"Even so, don’t lower your guard," the guy smoking by the window muttered. He puffed smoke out of the open window, though the wind still blew some back inside. "Don’t underestimate the black dragon. They might be arrogant pricks, but they’re persistent bastards. I know them... since I confronted a few of them before."

The two men stared at the person standing by the window, studying his calm exterior as he smoked.

The orange-haired man slowly sat up as the second pill eased his dizziness. "By the way, why is this woman so important?"

"I mean, sure, she should be important because she’s the Don’s wife," he continued. "But isn’t this operation a little too... how do I put it — complicated? Those four would’ve been great assets if they got absorbed by a bigger organization, just like their boss planned."

"What a headache."

The man by the window jerked his chin toward the door. "Check on our target and see how she’s doing."

"What do you mean, how she’s doing? She’s not like a guest or something," the orange-haired man frowned. "She’s definitely still having her beauty rest. Also, Jung went back in there."

"It’s better to make sure they’re watching her properly," said the man. "You’ve seen what she’s capable of even while unarmed. Someone like Jung... just check on her."

The orange-haired man and the one with the large mole exchanged looks before shrugging. With that said, they rose from the couch and walked toward the door.

But before they could even reach it, the door suddenly burst open from the outside.

"Boss!"

One of their soldiers stood outside, panting heavily. His wide eyes darted between the three men inside. The duo who had been about to leave furrowed their brows in confusion.

"Boss, she—" the soldier struggled to catch his breath. "She — she’s gone!"

Hearing that, everyone inside froze as their eyes widened ever so slowly.

"That woman is gone!"