Flash Marriage: Shrewd Wife, Devious Husband
Chapter 113: Getting Taken

Chapter 113: Getting Taken

It was dark inside. Along with the window tint, Marcella could see that it was sound-proofed. The moment the van started moving, her hands were cuffed behind her back and so was Tony’s.

Her heart was racing but she was not scared. Tony was with her.

"Are you fine, baby?" Tony asked.

"I’m okay," Marcella answered. He didn’t sound distressed and that gave her enormous courage.

She took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "So, who wants us?" she asked.

The men didn’t answer her. She looked at Tony.

"Same old Mclaughlin," Tony chuckled. "A thug’s a thug..."

"Hey, shut up!" The man riding a shotgun pointed a loaded gun at Tony’s face.

"Or what?" Tony leaned forward and scoffed. "You’ll treat us with the respect of a guest? As if you know how! Thugs!"

The other guy’s hand holding the gun shook as he deliberated whether to pull the trigger or not. In the end, he retracted his hand.

Marcella stared at Tony without blinking her eyes. She’d never seen Tony behaving like a gangster before.

Wow!

Tony held her hand and nodded at her with a smile. Marella was surprised by how quickly he returned to his gentlemanly demeanor.

What a guy!

Only after a few seconds did she realize that he was holding her hand! He was holding her hand! How? Wasn’t he cuffed too?

She looked behind and Tony waved his hand. His cuff was lying behind him, open.

Marcella looked at him with her eyes wide. Does he know how to pick a cuff?

Wow! Who did I marry?

Tony smirked seeing her impressed face. What other business does a guy have than to impress his woman? He will try to impress her his whole life.

Within a minute, Marcella heard a slight click and her hands were free too. She bowed her head and smiled.

Why should she worry when she married Tony, right?

The van stopped.

"Get down!" "Get down!"

One of the guys grabbed Tony’s collar while another grabbed her arm.

"Don’t touch my wife!"

Tony punched the guy who held his collar in the gut and the guy hit his head on the top of the van and fell down losing his balance. His eyes were wide and he appeared to have passed out. Before the guy holding Marcella reacted, Tony punched him in the throat.

Marcella heard that guy’s larynx break. Holding his throat, he fell on the seat choking.

She let out a deep breath.

Was Tony always this strong and belligerent? He just took those guys out with just a single punch!

She was impressed.

Tony fixed his suit and cuffs and alighted from the van. Marcella followed him. He offered her his hand and she took it as she alighted from the van.

She smelled the strong sea breeze and she looked around. It was the old, typically unused part of the harbor. The entire place was lined up with old containers. This part of the harbor is what the miscreants use for smuggling. The cops are paid to turn a blind eye to that. In case someone is bothered, they will be locked in one of those empty containers and will be allowed to die out.

"Two of your guys need immediate medical attention, Sonny," Tony fixed his tie looking at the not-so-impressed gang lord in front of him.

Marcella held her purse in her hand and smiled standing beside Tony. "Long time no see, Mclaughlin!" she said.

"You... You... you..." Mclaughlin made finger guns at them. "I am impressed, Tony! You have style! Bambina! You’re getting prettier each day!"

Mclaughlin’s men surrounded them asking them to raise their hands. Tony didn’t bother to raise his hands. He found it more important to hold Marcella’s hand.

*Bang* *Bang*

Two of Mclaughlin’s men almost got hit by the bullets originating from behind Marcella. Marcella looked back to see almost twenty men standing in the cover of the containers

Ah, Tony’s men!

Mclaughlin bowed and rubbed his nose. He did not look impressed. He asked his men to lower their guns.

"Now that we’ve shown off, shall we start the meeting?" Tony asked.

Marcella wanted to jump on him and kiss him. He predicted Mclaughlin would try something like this and already made plans.

How cool is he! He is my husband! I have a really cool husband!

"Are you impressed, little wife?" Tony whispered in her ear.

Marcella smiled. She was too happy to speak.

Tony held her hand and they walked inside this container where Mclaughlin pointed. Rudolf Hemmingway was already there. Along with some others. Marcella saw them and they looked like the Yakuza guys Tony warned her about.

Her heart started to race. She was not prepared for a bloody fight. There is a possibility that they get injured.

Tony squeezed her hand. She looked at his calm smile and found herself getting calm too.

"Let’s come straight to the point," Tony said.

Mclaughlin sat on his leather chair with his legs crossed. He picked up his skull-shaped mug and started drinking.

Tony opened his mouth to say something but Rudolf interjected. "It’s Thevis."

Tony leaned back.

Rudolf turned his attention to Marcella. "Thevis is this Greek guy~"

"I know," Marcella interjected. "Has he become big now? He used to be a~"

"Peddler? Yes. He murdered the boss and became the boss. Now he thinks he’s something," Mclaughlin said.

"And...?" Marcella asked.

They wanted the DeAngelo name; that’s why she is here. Otherwise, they would have dealt with Tony.

"Who are they?" she pointed at the yakuza guys. "I thought they like to keep to themselves. Do you trust them?"

"Thevis screwed them over joining in with the Triads and now they want to get back at him by joining with us. It’s just a temporary partnership," Mclaughlin said.

Marcella was surprised they were talking so openly. They must have secured this place so well.

"Why are you getting followed by the feds?" Mclaughlin asked.

"They weren’t the only ones following me," Marcella scoffed. "I smell like whiskey and I hate it. What you have...this empire of rusty containers...It is what my father left you, Sonny. You waited for my father to die to take what my father owned and you treat me like this. Ungrateful cretin! I owe you nothing!" She gritted her teeth.

She was pissed that his men were following her.

"Do you trust her?" Mclaughlin turned his attention toward Tony. "She met with feds behind your back. Did she tell you?"

Tony stood up. "The meeting is over," he held out his hand for Marcella.

Rudolf stood up. It appeared that he took on the role of the moderator. He calmed Tony down.

"He was not blaming you, Bambina," Rudolf looked at her as Tony was not willing to sit.

"Want to know what the feds want with me? They think I killed my sister! That’s what they want from me," Marcella shouted. "If I want to be a killer, I would first kill every one of those feds."

Mclaughlin laughed. "They really think you killed your sister?"

"And my father," Marcella added.

Tony sat beside her. He could see that she was lying to gain the trust of these gangsters. Taking sh*t about the cops and feds is like a rite of passage in their community.

Mclaughlin laughed holding his stomach.

Rudolf let out a sigh seeing Tony sit down and he took his seat too.

"So, what do you expect the DeAngelo family to do for you?" Tony asked.

It was surprising Mclaughlin didn’t get offended when Marcella told him that he took her father’s business unfairly. His pride wouldn’t have allowed him to let that slide, unless...