My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 228

Chapter 228: He’s Mine To Protect, and Yours Too.

Meanwhile...

Ashley sat in the backseat with Red behind the wheel, Vodka in the front passenger seat, and Rum right beside her in the back.

Rum narrowed his eyes, tilting his head, studying her expression.

"Hey," he called, making Red glance in the rearview mirror while Vodka looked back.

Rum raised a finger and poked her shoulder. "Hey. Are you there?"

Ashley ignored him, even as he pressed his finger into her shoulder again. She kept her eyes on the road outside, smiling.

"No, I’m not here," she hummed, cupping her cheek, eyes still on the window. "I’m currently on Cloud Nine. The person you are trying to reach is currently unavailable."

"The fuck...?" Rum scrunched up his nose, though the curiosity in his eyes remained.

Since the abduction, Rum and the guys hadn’t had the chance to ask her anything. Even though she seemed to be doing better, they were quietly worried about how it had affected her.

Ashley was a pushover, after all.

She was the type to cry her heart out just because she thought Emma and Lucian would get back together. And instead of fighting for what was rightfully hers, she would simply let herself get pushed aside.

So an abduction that big should have been traumatizing.

Yet here she was, gazing out the window with a smile on her face. All she needed was to roll it down, inhale the city pollution, a soft background music, and treat it like a dramatic movie scene.

"Gosh... you forever-single dogs will never understand," she hummed out of nowhere, finally turning to Rum, whose face twisted in disbelief. "I feel sorry for you."

"Excuse me?" Rum scoffed. "I’m just asking if you hit your head that night or something. You’re smiling for no damn reason — that’s concerning."

"Worried about me? That’s so sweet."

He opened and closed his mouth, scoffing again, and looked at the guys up front. "You’re hearing this? Wow! Worried — me? Over my dead body!"

"Haha. It’s okay to admit that you care, Rum," Ashley hummed sweetly. "You don’t have to hide it. I know you actually care about me. We can set aside our differences for now."

She smacked her lips and leaned back. "I’m fine, if that’s what you wanted to ask. The injury on my back? Easy peasy. Lucian treats me very, very well. He even kisses it better."

"Shut up!" they roared in unison — even Red and Vodka couldn’t help it.

Red glanced at her through the rearview mirror. "If you’re fine, then you’re fine! No need to rub it in our faces."

"We’re not interested in the details," Vodka said, looking back at her. "Please."

"Heard them?" Rum leaned toward her slightly. "Shut it. You and your nonsense."

"Gosh. You guys are so fickle," she clicked her tongue, frowning. "Hey, I am the Madam of Dominion, okay? How can you act so comfortable around me? Are we friends?"

She puffed her cheeks and crossed her arms, leaning back, only to wince. "Ah — my back."

"See?!" Rum harrumphed. "You’re spouting nonsense, and you can’t even remember the stitches on your back. Are you dumb?"

Vodka glanced back at Ashley. "Madam, we heard." 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

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