My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 540

Chapter 540: Bad At It

Rum didn’t have a lot of things, so it didn’t take long for Gustav and Lukas to get him settled after one last check of Tinie’s apartment.

They had gone through the place a shit ton of times, but Tinie hadn’t left anything behind.

Not a clue. Not even a speck of anything useful.

If anything, his apartment looked as though no one had ever lived there.

"Feels like this place was meant to be abandoned in the first place," Rum muttered, lying flat on his back right in front of the door.

The apartment was big enough for him. Or rather, it was big enough for the entire crew.

But he chose to lie directly in front of the entrance like a dog waiting for its owner to come home.

He tossed a tennis ball into the air and caught it repeatedly, passing the time.

"This is boring." He frowned. "Red said to be myself, and Khan told me not to."

But that wasn’t his biggest problem.

His biggest concern was figuring out what else he could do to force Nikki to play whatever cards she had up her sleeve. He had been thinking about it for a while now.

"Fuck it." Rum sat up and crossed his legs. "I’ll just wing it."

He turned toward the door, stared at it for a second, then jumped to his feet.

Without another thought, he stepped out and headed straight for Nikki’s apartment.

Ding-dong!

He pressed the doorbell twice. When no one answered after five seconds, he pressed it again.

And again.

And again.

It probably took fifteen rings before someone finally came to the door.

"What?!" Nikki yanked it open, glaring at Rum.

Rum smiled and raised a hand. "Hey. Do you have water?"

"Huh?"

"Ah, not water. Maybe beer?" Rum corrected himself. "A glass of rum is what I’d prefer, but anything’s fine. Can’t sleep in there knowing the previous tenant just died. Kinda creeping me out."

Nikki frowned, crossing her arms as she stared at him.

Of course, she knew about Rum moving in.

When she walked away from Lukas because the man was simply too combative, she had watched what happened afterward through the security monitor connected to her door.

She had seen Rum moving into Tinie’s apartment.

Of all the people Ashley could’ve sent, why this guy?

It was strange, but Nikki could only interpret it one way.

Ashley was keeping an eye on her.

Child’s play, she thought. And here I thought she was supposed to be some genius strategist.

Still, this might not be such a bad thing.

This guy... was an idiot, after all.

Nikki studied the bright smile on Rum’s face before the corner of her mouth curled up slightly.

"Just one glass," she said, stepping aside before turning her back on him.

Rum’s smile widened as he followed her inside.

As soon as he entered, his eyes wandered around the apartment.

Nikki’s place was roughly the same size as Tinie’s, though the layout was slightly different. Unlike Tinie’s lifeless apartment, however, Nikki had decorated hers according to her taste. Everything looked sophisticated, deliberate, and meticulously arranged.

"Nice place," Rum commented, glancing at her.

Nikki had already stepped behind the bar counter. She grabbed a bottle of rum and poured some into an empty glass.

"Yours and mine are basically the same," she said casually. "It’s just that if I’m going to stay somewhere, I might as well make it livable."

"My apartment is livable." Rum approached the counter but paused when something caught the corner of his eye.

Nikki’s apartment was spotless. Everything had been arranged to complement everything else almost perfectly.

Which was why even the smallest mess stood out.

Rum turned his head, catching a wine stain marked the wall.

His gaze dropped.

On the floor, shards of broken glass were still scattered across the floor.

He whistled. "Well, someone’s in a bad mood."

Nikki paused.

She glanced at the remnants of the glass she had thrown a couple of hours ago. Her jaw tightened briefly before she slid Rum’s drink toward him.

"Who wouldn’t be in a bad mood when everyone openly hates you just because you chose survival?" she returned casually.

Rum looked at her.

"Get your drink and leave."

"Nah." Instead of leaving, Rum took the glass and climbed onto one of the stools. "I like this place. Want to trade apartments?"

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