My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 471

Chapter 471: It’s Probably The Skirt

"Hello. Nice to meet you."

The prisoners exchanged bewildered looks before turning back to Ashley.

All they saw was the bright smile on her bloodstained face.

That was the boss?

Their gazes shifted to Red and Gin, who stood beside her.

That woman?

"Just... who is she?" one of them wondered aloud. "Is she really the one those two answer to?"

"Don’t forget about Johnny Rambo," another muttered. "He looks crazy, but he also looks capable."

With gunfire and explosions still echoing throughout the base, they were certain there were more people fighting alongside them. That alone had lifted their spirits.

But what they couldn’t understand was why all of them answered to Ashley.

Was she insanely rich?

Was she paying them an outrageous amount of money?

The question they had brushed aside earlier suddenly resurfaced.

Just who were these people?

While the prisoners stared at Ashley in stunned silence, she leaned toward Red.

"Say, Red," she whispered loud enough for everyone to hear, "are these guys okay? They’ve been staring at me this whole time." She tilted her head innocently. "Am I really that pretty?"

Red scrunched his nose as he looked at her.

Her face wasn’t completely drenched in blood, but it was close. Only a few patches of skin remained visible beneath the dried blood and dirt.

What beauty was she talking about?

"Where do you even get that confidence?" he blurted out before glancing back at the prisoners. "They’re probably shocked by how short your skirt is."

Gin shook his head.

"I doubt it. They’re probably surprised Madam is smaller than they expected."

Red and Ashley turned toward him.

Gin raised an eyebrow.

A second later, Red and Ashley both looked up at the sky as though expecting the answer to fall from above.

"...Or maybe what I said," Red mumbled.

The two of them nodded at the same time.

"It’s probably the skirt." They spoke in perfect unison.

Gin stared at them in disbelief. "I still think my answer makes more sense."

Ashley simply waved him off while Red completely ignored him.

"Anyway," Red said, pointing at the building behind her, "what are you doing here? Rappelling down like that. Doesn’t look like anyone’s inside anymore. You could’ve just used the front entrance."

"Meh," Ashley shrugged as though the entire situation wasn’t life-threatening. "I was trying to avoid running into more headaches."

She tilted her head. "So, where are you guys headed?"

"Where else?" Red sighed as he motioned for the others to come over. "Look at our numbers. We can barely squeeze everyone into a single truck, and it’s packed with unarmed men."

Gin straightened his posture.

"Numbers alone won’t win us this fight without firearms. We’ve looted every weapon we could find, but it’s still nowhere near enough." He tapped the rifle resting on his shoulder. "And I’m almost out of ammunition."

"Oh," Ashley nodded thoughtfully. "That makes sense."

At the same time, Charm and the others stopped a few steps away.

"Anyway," Red continued, gesturing toward the group, "these are the guys. I’ve already assigned them roles."

He pointed to the men in front.

"This is Charm. That old guy is Old Fool." He pointed at another man before scratching his cheek. "And... uh... I forgot his name."

The man stared at him. "But he’s one of ours too."

Red only gave Ashley the briefest introductions. He wasn’t doing it for himself; he was doing it for them.

If these men felt like they were part of the operation instead of disposable extras, they’d fight harder to survive.

Ashley noticed.

She had expected Gin to take the lead on something like this.

Still, it didn’t surprise her.

Red really did a good job.

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