My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 505

Chapter 505: Sport

[Hours Ago]

"I have intel, but it’s not cheap."

Ashley sat in the corner of the plane, the seats in her row empty as Lucian had gone to the other cabin for a moment.

She narrowed her eyes at the message before typing a reply.

"How much?"

Ever since boarding the plane, a nagging feeling had been knocking at the back of her mind. Since she couldn’t just sit around and sleep during the flight, she pulled out a compact laptop she had borrowed from Gin and tried to figure out what was bothering her.

Now, Ashley had finally found someone with intel.

She waited for the reply, watching the three dots at the bottom of their chat as the other person typed.

"Not how much. But what?"

Her right eyebrow arched as she understood the meaning behind the reply.

These people accepted all sorts of jobs for the right price. But the right price didn’t necessarily mean money.

"What do you want?" she replied, willing to fulfill his request as long as it was something she could—and would—do.

She waited for a response, but nothing.

"Damn it," she hissed, running her hands down her face.

For a moment, she buried her face in her palms. After a few seconds, she spread her fingers and peeked through them.

"What would he want?" she whispered, glancing at the screen.

Just then, Lucian entered the cabin. By the time he reached her row, Ashley was already crawling out into the aisle.

"What is it?" Lucian asked.

"Someone’s got intel," she said.

He nodded in understanding. "How much?"

Lucian could provide whatever amount was needed, even while they were flying.

"He said, ’Not how much, but what?’" she repeated, causing Lucian’s brows to furrow.

Of course, he knew exactly what that meant.

The person she was dealing with didn’t think money was the right price for the information he had.

"Did he tell you what he wants?"

Ashley shook her head. "No. But I’ve got an idea."

His brows rose curiously as he watched the corners of her mouth curl upward.

"I’ll be back."

She headed toward the other cabin where the guys were.

"Rum," she called.

Rum immediately perked up.

She tipped her head toward the door. "I need to discuss something with you."

Confused, Rum still got up and followed her.

As for Red, Khan, and the others in the cabin, they exchanged clueless looks.

"What does she need from him?" Nelek wondered aloud.

"Beats me," Vodka replied.

"I don’t feel good about this," Khan whispered.

Rus nodded solemnly. "Rum and her? Uh... yep. I don’t feel good about this either."

Red narrowed his eyes.

"What is she planning now?"

*****

"What is it, Boss?" Rum asked, confused about what Ashley wanted from him.

If this were about the operation, she would be talking to Red and Khan. So, he quickly assumed it had to be something else.

Ashley scanned him briefly.

"Rum, I need you to put on a good show for me."

"Huh?" His face twisted in confusion. "What does that mean?"

"You’ll know." She patted his shoulder. "Also, once we land, I want you to deliver some things to a certain location."

Rum blinked, watching Ashley walk away without giving him any further explanation.

When she returned to the other cabin, Lucian was still propped against the armrest of the seat across from hers, his legs sprawled across the aisle.

"What is it?" he asked as soon as she reached him.

The corners of her mouth stretched into a wide smile.

"Money and entertainment."

"I thought they weren’t asking for money."

"Who doesn’t want money and free entertainment?" She smirked. "Baby, this city is full of skilled mercenaries, assassins, hitmen, and all sorts of criminals. They’re just as twisted as me."

Meanwhile, across the city, similar scenes were unfolding.

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