My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 311

Chapter 311: Memphis

SLAP!

Marshal fumed as he ground his teeth, his eyes blazing with fury.

Before him stood Scott.

His head had snapped to the side from the blow, but he didn’t move an inch. He remained standing, refusing to retaliate despite the strike.

"You stupid fool!" Marshal huffed as he stormed away. "I told you before to drag her back if you must—"

Marshal cut himself off as he grabbed a vase from a nearby stand and hurled it directly at Scott.

The vase shattered against Scott’s head, and blood began trickling down the side of his face.

Even with the throbbing pain, Scott merely pulled the shard lodged near his forehead free. Then, he stood still again.

"I told you to drag her back no matter what!" Marshal roared, his anger reaching its peak. "Dominion is going to collapse, and getting her out of there is the best option for us!"

"But what did you do? Sent her a message?" He laughed bitterly, his face red as his shoulders rose and fell with heavy breaths. "I’m going to kill you!"

Filled with rage, Marshal grabbed another porcelain ornament and threw it across the room.

He had ordered Scott to drag Ashley out of Dominion.

Not because he cared about Ashley.

Marshal wanted Ashley gone because if she got caught in Dominion’s power struggle, there was a high chance the Di Carpios would be dragged into it as well.

The last thing he wanted was to become involved in that mess. Yet instead of carrying out the order, Scott had simply sent Ashley a message.

As if that would accomplish anything.

Especially with how stubborn and foolish Ashley could be.

"You—"

Growing angrier the more he thought about it, Marshal glared at Scott.

Scott remained calm despite the blood already staining the side of his collar.

"I apologize, sir," he replied evenly, head lowered. "However, it is impossible to force her back while Lucian De Luca is still alive."

Marshal gritted his teeth and grabbed another vase. "You’re still making excuses!"

He threw it.

The vase missed Scott by mere inches before shattering against the wall behind him.

"He’s dying!" Marshal thundered, nearly seeing red. "What can a dying man possibly do?"

"Give me your gun. I’m going to kill you with it." His breathing grew heavier. "Hand it over!"

Scott didn’t move. Not even an inch.

His complete lack of reaction only fueled Marshal’s rage further, sending the older man marching toward his desk. He yanked a pistol from the drawer and loaded it.

"You useless thing!" he growled. "I’m going to kill you today!"

Scott simply watched him. He neither stopped him nor tried to flee.

Then, three sharp knocks cut through the room.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Before anyone spoke, the door opened.

"It’s not like that." She clasped her hands behind her back. "Someone from Dominion is here to see you." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

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