My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97: Make Lucian Yours Tonight.

In the other escort car, Red drove, his eyes fixed on the vehicle ahead.

"Say..." From the front passenger seat beside him, Rum—the most talkative among them—tilted his head. "...did she clone herself?"

Everyone in the back—Gin, Vodka, and Tank—looked at the front passenger in confusion. But then again, the trio exchanged glances as they recalled Ashley’s look for tonight.

The Madam of Dominion was childish, and it showed in the way she dressed, the way she smiled, and the way she childishly harassed them. Childish and unhinged was not the best combination; hence, their constant displeasure and stress whenever she was around.

Avoiding her had been their daily goal lately because of that.

But tonight, she didn’t just look different.

The air around her was different as well; even her strides appeared mature.

"Who knows?" Red grumbled, his face sour as he maintained their speed. "Whether she cloned herself or hired a look-alike doesn’t matter. As long as she doesn’t humiliate herself, that’s more than enough."

"Dang it." Hearing that, Rum scrunched his nose. "Now that you mention it, I’m a little worried."

"I’ve never seen the two of them attend an event," Gin, the brain of their group, spoke from the back. "And I’ve never heard of her attending such events. Is the time with Reina enough?"

"The master is not the best at these events either," Vodka nodded. "He doesn’t have much patience and gets easily annoyed because everything is just too loud for him."

Attending events such as this was nothing new to Lucian or to them, and everyone knew Lucian’s patience for such things was thinner than usual.

Why?

Because there were always many women at these events who approached him and invaded his personal space.

Lucian never liked that.

If anything, he would sanitize himself as if trying to scrub the contact off. Even an accidental touch would have him cleaning his hands until they were red and burning.

The only woman who could cling to him without getting pushed away was Ashley.

That unhinged woman.

So, in situations like this, Lucian would set a timer for how long he stayed—and strictly follow it.

Thirty minutes.

That was the longest he would stay at an event.

But somehow, that only made him more sought-after. Knowing he rarely stayed, men who wanted any kind of connection with him would try to monopolize his time.

But with Ashley in the mix tonight, the five of them had no idea how it would turn out.

"For once, I want to pray!" Rum intoned. "I hope the master just drags her away after thirty minutes."

The rest nodded, sharing the same thought.

More than thirty minutes?

They had no idea what could happen.

*****

Meanwhile, in a hotel somewhere...

Carmella and Marshal paused mid-conversation as they turned toward the entrance.

Stepping out was their beautiful, beloved daughter—Isabella.

"Oh, my goodness!" Carmella raised her hands to her lips, letting them hover inches away so as not to smear her lipstick.

As for Marshal, his smile stretched, satisfied.

There, their little princess was stunning as ever.

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