My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 460

Chapter 460: Show Them Why You’re The Right Hand

Inside the base’s main office, a bald man covered in tattoos sat on a long couch with a telephone resting on the center table. He held the receiver to his ear, his expression growing uglier by the second.

"Hah."

He ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek and rubbed a hand over his tattooed scalp.

"So, five of our distribution centers were attacked?"

A shallow laugh escaped him as he set the receiver down.

When he looked up, the other man who managed the base with him was already watching him.

"Did you hear that?" he said, sounding almost amused. "The boss isn’t in a good mood. Five—five distribution centers burned to the ground. And all he told us was to stay alert."

The man sitting across from him smirked as he casually puffed on his cigar.

"What the hell is wrong with those idiots?" he laughed. "A bunch of incompetent motherfuckers getting themselves killed."

"The headquarters wants us to tighten security," the bald man replied. "They think this place could be the next target if this is a deliberate declaration of war against the Di Carpios."

The other man laughed even harder.

"Scott’s getting old." He shook his head. "The boss should replace him. How can he let this happen?"

"What? You want his position and go back to headquarters?"

"Hah." The man scoffed. "Go back there and kiss Scott’s ass? Or that little bitch’s boots? I’m good."

He leaned back comfortably. "I like it here."

The bald man nodded before casually propping his feet onto the table, chewing on something.

"Speaking of that little bitch..." the other man said. "Is she still alive? Or did Scott finally kill her?"

"If Scott was the one handling it, she’s probably dead." The bald man shrugged. "Though I doubt. Somehow, he sees that little bitch as some sort of protege or something."

"A shame if she’s dead." The man shrugged. "I should’ve found her first. Could’ve had a taste before she died."

The bald man chuckled.

"The boss wants her dead. Sleeping with the boss’s daughter won’t earn you anything." He waved a hand dismissively. "Anyway, raise security. Headquarters already warned us."

"You actually think they’ll come here?" the other man snorted. "Even if they do, we’ll deal with them."

He grinned viciously. "We’ll chop off their heads and have the boys play soccer with them—"

Before he finished, a piercing burst of static suddenly screamed through every speaker in the base.

Both men winced and instinctively covered their ears.

"The fuck—" The second man glared at the speaker mounted in the corner of the office. "I told those idiots to fix the damn microphone in the control room."

Then...

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Soft tapping echoed through the speakers, as though someone were lightly testing the microphone.

The two men frowned.

"Ahem... ahem..." An unfamiliar woman’s voice came through. "...Motherfuckers."

Both men instantly stiffened.

"Who the fuck is that?" the second man blurted out.

"Check the control room," the bald man ordered as he hurriedly grabbed the telephone again. "I’m notifying headquarters. Looks like we’ve got intruders."

The other man scoffed while grabbing his rifle.

"What for? I’ll deal with them myself." He smirked. "I’ll be the one kicking their heads around."

The bald man merely glanced at him before the call connected.

"Scott," he said quickly. "I think we’ve got intruders inside the base."

As he reported the situation, the woman’s voice continued echoing through the speakers.

"...Ugh... this is so annoying." She sighed dramatically. "Seriously, guys. I told you to hold yourselves back as much as possible. I didn’t say you weren’t allowed to make your own decisions if necessary."

She paused briefly.

"I know this is our first beautiful collaboration together... but why are you suddenly growing wings? What? You want to go to heaven and become angels?"

The bald man’s face twitched. "What the fuck is she talking about?"

He clicked his tongue.

"Anyway, we’ll handle it. Just letting the boss know what’s happening. We’ll send him their heads afterward."

Scott remained silent for a moment. Then a faint smile appeared on his face.

"I see." He nodded slightly. "Good luck."

The bald man frowned.

"Scott... what the fuck is wrong with you?" His eyes narrowed. "Are you laughing?"

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