My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 202

Chapter 202: Don’t You Dare Sink

BAM! BAM! BAM!

The loud sound of something heavy slamming against metal echoed repeatedly until a sharp snap followed. The man breaking down the navigation deck door kicked it open before stepping aside while the others rushed in, armed and ready.

But the second they flooded the room, they all paused.

All they saw were bodies sprawled across the floor, but Ashley was nowhere in sight.

"Find her," one of the men hissed, snapping everyone back into motion.

The men searched through the captain’s deck, checking cabinets and corners to see if she was hiding. After several minutes of searching, they turned to the man standing near the control panel.

"Fuck," he breathed out after seeing several controls smashed to pieces, including some of the levers.

Then, one of the men shouted, "She’s not here!"

"The steering wheel’s broken too!" another uttered, trying to twist the remaining fragments of the wheel, but it was jammed.

The man in the middle snapped his eyes toward them. "Then what the hell are you still waiting for?"

Without another word, the men quickly rushed for the door to continue searching for her.

But just as they did, a voice suddenly crackled through the radio.

"Found her!" came a shout. "She’s in the lower deck — fuck!"

As soon as the distress call cut off, the faint sound of gunfire echoed all the way to the upper deck.

Knowing where she was, the men shouted all at once.

"Move!"

"Corner her!"

"Cover every possible entrance and exit!"

Without a second of hesitation, the men moved in organized sync.

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Meanwhile, in the lower deck of the ship, the sound of gunfire echoed loudly.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

One man fired at Ashley’s silhouette as it disappeared behind storage areas and workshop spaces.

"Hey — what the fuck are you shooting at?!" one of the men shouted at the reckless shooter. "Don’t fire around here! Do you all want us to die!?"

Then, he turned to the others.

"Go after her and force her away from these decks!"

After all, these were hazardous sections of the ship. If they fired recklessly, they could hit a vital engine component or critical machinery and trigger an explosion.

At that thought, the man leading the group suddenly gasped as realization struck him like a truck.

Reaching for his radio, he shouted, "She’s heading for the engine room! Stop her!"

Because if Ashley got inside, they would have to cease fire and confront her directly. One stray bullet was all it would take to hit a pump or some machinery that could kill them all.

As more information spread through the radios, everyone came to the same realization.

Whatever that madwoman was planning, she had to be stopped.

Because if they were right, she was probably heading toward the lowest deck inside the hull.

If she reached that place, she would definitely sink the ship.

Didn’t she mention Titanic?

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They weren’t entirely wrong, because Ashley did have other plans.

But she wasn’t heading toward the lowest deck at all, nor did she plan to fry herself along with them.

Instead, she headed straight for the engine room, which the men had correctly guessed.

"There she is!"

Ashley ducked while running at full speed, weaving through boilers and generators to avoid getting trapped. Thanks to her time spent on the navigation deck and countless cargo rides — as she always got shipped in it during her time in the Di Carpios — she had memorized the map of the cargo ship.

The noise inside the engine room was deafening, forcing her to press herself against the wall.

"Find her!"

The muffled shouts of the men entering the engine room echoed beneath the roar of machinery, but she could still hear them.

Ashley crouched in one corner, peeking toward the exit. After a quick calculation in her head, she huffed and nodded.

BOOM!

BOOM!

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