Flash Marriage: Shrewd Wife, Devious Husband
Chapter 67: The Secret Lair

Chapter 67: The Secret Lair

Tony watched Marcella as she was giving details about the suit. She was talking about the length of the lapel corner, the sweep and the flow of the sleeve. She chose an expensive fabric and she chose the color of the suit too.

It reminded him of their prom. But this is a significantly more important event in their life.

The concentration she has, and the dominating aura around her. Amazing! he always admired her for her smartness.

She’s not book smart, not by a long shot. She did terrible in her classes. So what if she couldn’t understand trigonometry? How many times did anyone use trigonometry in a day to function?

Learning does not equate to intelligence.

She’s smart in other ways. No one can read people like she could. She had helped her father in the past too by being so intuitive. Even today, she managed to get Tailor Caruso to do what she wanted without plainly asking for help.

He couldn’t break into that side of the supporters of Don DeAngelo but she did so easily. He wouldn’t say it was just because she’s, his daughter. Paul had tried to frame her as an enemy all his life. And yet, she stepped in and took over that shop as if it was hers to take.

He couldn’t do that. He tried to charm his way in but it didn’t work. He might have come off like a boot-licker. But she... she is amazing.

She is her father’s daughter.

He couldn’t stop admiring her.

When they left, old man Caruso bowed with his hands on his chest. He was standing beside her and got the respect she got. It made him proud.

This is how she should live. Not like some office worker with her head bowed and eyes wandering around looking for danger around. She should not live ashamed of herself or in fear.

"Are you happy to get a new suit?" Marcella asked seeing the bright smile on his face. It was brighter than usual.

"I am. I am happy to see you charging straight ahead," he made a chopping wood gesture. "You’re a warrior, Marcella."

Marcella looked ahead. This guy is not good for her. He makes her heart race out of nowhere.

"We are going to my house?" she asked as they took the cab to that area.

"No, our headquarters," Tony winked.

Marcella wanted to ask further but seeing the naughty smile on Tony’s face she could say that he was not going to answer her. He was in good spirits. He even walked with a skip to his steps. His hand holding hers was warm. It was nice to see him that way.

Walking with her hand inside his, she was not scared of the dark alleyway he took her through. There must be a few rats living there but she didn’t care to look for the rats on the road when she had a dapper man walking beside her.

She stood in front of the dirty gate. There was a newly made sign there—Bambina Shipping Company.

Looking at it, she knew what was happening.

Tony didn’t notice the disappointment on her face and knocked on the door. A guy opened the door and looking at her, he shouted something. What followed was the noises of stuff rolling and people scuffling.

"I know it’s stinking in there. You can’t clean years worth of gunk in a minute or two. Just open the door. I’m used to you stinky b*tches," she said.

Tony held back his laughter.

The door opened and she saw one guy quickly rolling a barrel to the side. It looked heavy. She didn’t know what they were keeping in and she didn’t want to know.

And the stink... Ugh!

"It smells like a slaughter house," she said as she stepped in.

"Uncle Henry!" she caught Henry who was trying to sneak out. "Nice office..." she smiled.

Henry gave her an address saying that’s where he had his business and now, she could see what kind of business they were doing.

"Bambi..." Henry grimaced and scratched the back of his head. "It’s..."

Marcella looked around. One of the younger men ran and brought a chair to Tony. Tony waved his hand and that guy placed the chair in front of her. Marcella blinked her eyes seeing the broken chair that was barely hanging by the thread.

She didn’t think it would be safe for her to sit on that chair. Even though she couldn’t see it she was sure that chair is drenched in human bodily fluids.

Tony stood there but all eyes were on him. She knew instantly that Henry was not the boss. Tony is.

She didn’t know what to feel about that. Randy was not in the room but she saw some familiar faces around. She’s seen them around her at times. She noticed them because of their dark aura.

So, they were around me to protect me.

She noticed the skull tattoo on one of the guys. That came off as a surprise.

"You’re running the Lucky Pirates Gang?" she asked Tony.

Tony looked at her with a proud smirk. Of course, she deduced it herself.

"Why...?" she couldn’t believe it.

Why would Tony form a gang with an obvious Irish name? Wouldn’t that cause friction.

"The gang name... McLaughlin wouldn’t take it easily..."

"McLaughlin is no one," one of the boys sneered. "His men know not to cross us. We are the kings of~"

"Shut up!" Tony stopped the curious guy. "Do you not know who she is?"

The guys were all excited to see have a woman in their place for the first time and are now blabbering nonsense. He noticed that Marcella was unimpressed.

"I’m sorry, boss," the boy bowed his head.

Tony let out a deep breath. "They are only low level members. They don’t do much except looting and robbery..."

Marcella looked at Tony. "No one knows you are the boss then?" she asked.

Tony nodded. He made sure no one knows of his connection to the gang. It would greatly affect his future prospects in politics. But he needed the gang to make sure she was protected.

There is strength in numbers. These boys would do anything for him, even give up their lives.