My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 306

Chapter 306: If Bribery Doesn’t Work, then Let Him Owe Us.

Ashley and Primo stood on the side of the road, staring at the car’s rear in silence. After a moment, Primo tugged at her hand to get her attention.

"Hmm?" Looking down, she caught Primo’s inquiry.

[Should I keep my distance from Elliot?]

She blinked and stared at Primo, smiling as she bent down. Ashley rested a hand on her knee, her other hand stroking his hair.

"Why would you do that?" she hummed. "Elliot is a great friend, isn’t he?"

Primo shrugged.

"Primo, not all cops are bad," she said. "Well, Dominion has a complicated relationship with them, but don’t worry about it." 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

She kept her advice short and simple, since she didn’t know what to say or do in this situation. She didn’t even think she believed what she said, but her lack of hope for the justice system was something she didn’t want to pass on to Primo.

Growing up, Ashley tried to get help from cops. Sadly, the ones she met were under Marshal’s payroll, and they never helped her at all. If anything, she remembered that the people who returned her to Marshal when she escaped as a child were police officers, assisting Scott.

As an adult, on the other hand, the cops she had met were people who had all the reasons to lock her up. Even when she got locked up once before this marriage, she knew if they had more evidence, they would have asked for maximum punishment.

Hence, complicated.

She smiled at Primo. "Okay?"

[Okay!] Then, he smiled in reassurance.

Satisfied, she held his hand and straightened her back. At the same time, another car pulled up in front of them.

Red instantly jumped out of the front passenger seat, opening the back seat door for them. Ashley let Primo in first, then paused and faced Red.

"That man —"

"Tank already got info," he said quietly, his expression making her furrow her brows. So, Red leaned a little closer and whispered, "Do you know the Mad Dog of Interpol?"

Slowly, her brow rose as she looked at him in dismay. Meanwhile, Red rocked his head and whispered,

"Apparently, that guy’s the Mad Dog," Red shared quietly so Primo wouldn’t hear. "We requested more information from Gin, and he’s working on it."

Ashley drew a deep breath, her neck looking a little taut. After a second, she nodded and didn’t say another word as she joined Primo in the car.

As for Red, he jogged to the front passenger seat before their car rolled away to the neighborhood, which was slightly farther from this area.

Silence dominated the car with Ashley stroking Primo’s hair until he nodded off, leaning against her. She carefully guided Primo’s head to her lap, stretching his legs across the seat. When Ashley was sure that Primo had fallen asleep, she snapped her eyes ahead.

"You mean Julius is the Mad Dog of Interpol?" she asked again, just to be sure.

"Yes." Red looked back, this time handing her a tablet. "Gin sent me copies of the background checks. There’s little information in it, but there’s enough."

Just the title alone was enough, though.

Everyone in Dominion — or rather, everyone in the underground world — knew about the Mad Dog of Interpol.

Julius was called that for one obvious reason: he was like a mad dog.

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