My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 315

Chapter 315: Delicate

Red and Betty boarded the plane with Tinie and Drake, all of them in the same cabin.

There were even more people inside than Betty had expected. She quietly winced, her facial mask crumpling, which she fixed.

Red scanned the cabin — mostly occupied by members of this faction of Dominion — then looked at Betty, who was doing her best to stay hidden. With this many eyes around, her cover could be blown before they even took off.

"Ahem!" Red cleared his throat and shot to his feet. "Excuse me — why are all of you in this cabin? Can someone make me understand this lack of manners?"

Every head turned, brows drawn together.

Red planted his hands on his hips and looked around with open contempt.

"Do you have any idea who is sitting in this cabin? It’s someone very important!" He jabbed a finger at the seat behind him. "Do you honestly think you deserve to be breathing the same air as her?"

Drake scoffed while a few others snickered. Tinie, on the other hand, frowned.

Red had been quiet until now, but here he was again. For them, it seemed Ashley had corrupted the man.

"You are in the presence of the Madam of Dominion," Red pressed on, "and all of you are just sitting here — breathing her air! It’s suffocating! Aren’t you ashamed you’re polluting the air?!"

Betty peeked at him from behind her seat. She bit her lip, caught his quick glance in her direction, and gave him a discreet thumbs-up before she could stop herself.

My facial mask is drying. If it starts peeling, they’d see my face.

Red’s expression said, I’ve got this, before he whipped back toward the others with full dramatic energy.

"What? Still not moving?" Red threw his hands.

"Hey, Red," Drake stood. "Calm down. We’re here to make sure she’s safe —"

"Safe?!" Red’s face scrunched. "Who exactly is going to attack her up here?"

He paused and pointed at the ceiling. "The angels?!"

Everyone: "..."

Betty: "???"

For a second, no one spoke just because of a ridiculous argument none of them had ever thought they’d come across.

"And what do you take me for?" Red slapped a hand to his chest. "You think I can’t protect her on my own? Or — wait. Don’t tell me you all want my protection but are too embarrassed to ask. Ah, if that’s the case, then be my guest."

The offense on everyone’s faces was immediate.

Even Drake deadpanned.

Red might be good at what he did. But so were they. Possibly better. At least, that was what they told themselves.

"Just calm down, Red," Drake said through his teeth. "There’s no need to —"

"If the Master wakes up and finds wrinkles on her face from all this stress, will any of you take responsibility?!" Red gasped. "Or are you already acting like the Master is as good as dead? Hah! Outrageous! Every last one of you!"

Even Betty had to press a hand over her mouth.

"If you want to protect her, then protect her by keeping people out of this cabin!" Red harrumphed. "You are suffocating our very delicate Madam!"

Delicate.

Sure, Ashley was delicate... not the flower kind of delicate, but grenade kind of delicate.

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