My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin-Chapter 63: Ride To Hell

When Ashley said she would revive these guys’ dying souls from boredom, she meant it from the bottom of her heart.

But for them, this was not a revival at all!

It was a whole new reason to appreciate life and the peace they once had.

They knew she was not in her right mind, but this? This woman just proved to them right now that was the word to put it politely, she was unhinged!

"Watch out!" a shout came from the backseat, his entire body almost fusing with the seat as he gasped. "We’re gonna—"

SCREECH!

The four guys in the back fought against the force as the car made another abrupt turn, their bodies slamming to the side before they stabilized again. All of them, now strapped in with seatbelts, gasped as they stared straight ahead.

"We’re still alive," another one blurted, pure horror etched on his face. But deep down, he knew it was far from over.

"Not for long!" the other yelled. "We’re gonna crash!"

"Hey!" Red shouted from the front passenger seat, gripping the handle with all his might.

The guys at the back were already panicking—what more for him, who had a front-row view of everything?

He glared at the driver’s seat. "Slow down—you’re not on the freeway!"

If anything, they were still on the streets. Although there weren’t many people in this redevelopment area, the route was a shortcut to the airport. Even so, the streets were narrow, and there was a speed limit. Obviously, the speed limit was not being followed.

Hitting someone wasn’t even their concern anymore; it was crashing!

But Ashley ignored the shouts from both the front and the back, keeping her focus ahead.

"What are you—" Red’s breath hitched as something caught his eye. He turned toward the windshield, his mouth parting, but no words came out.

A road bump!

He wanted to tell her to slow down for the umpteenth time, but it was too late. Red could only grit his teeth as he braced for impact.

"Oh, no, oh no..." the guys mumbled, their hearts stopping.

At that speed, when they hit the bump, all of them were thrown up and slammed back down violently.

"Ack—!" the men in the back groaned in unison.

The car lifted slightly off the road before landing hard, and just as quickly, Ashley made another sharp turn. The tires screeched against the asphalt, piercing their ears.

"We’re almost at the freeway!" she shouted calmly as she regained control of the wheel. "It’s okay, it’s okay!"

It’s okay?

OKAY?!

None of this was okay!

The men in the back—and even Red—stared at the driver’s seat, their jaws dropping in disbelief. Their pupils shrank, but none of them could find the words to respond.

"Are you being serious?!" Red snapped after a moment, now that the car had stabilized. "How were you even given a driver’s license with driving like this?!"

Ashley raised a brow before turning her head completely toward him. Her action earned a collective gasp and panicked shouts.

"What are you doing?! Look ahead!"

"Watch out! Eyes on the road!"

"Don’t look at him! There’s nothing to see there!"

Even Red’s face drained of color the moment their eyes met. His heart pounded as he slowly turned his head back toward the narrow road, his neck creaking like rusted screws.

"Who said I have a driver’s license?" she asked casually.

That made all of them turn to her, momentarily forgetting their life-and-death situation. Their eyes widened even more, their faces completely drained of color, horror frozen in place.

Then Ashley snapped her gaze back to the road.

"I tried getting one," she added, "but I failed the test ten times."

"Te—ten times?" someone in the back stammered, his mouth hanging open.

Of course, she would fail if she drove like this!

Whoever the poor instructor was... may his soul rest in peace! If her driving was enough to give these men mini heart attacks, what more for someone who lived a normal, quiet life?

Little did they know that Ashley failed for various reasons. One of them was driving so slowly and carefully that even a snail could outrun her.

"Anyway, why are you guys like this?" she muttered, pouting slightly as she refocused on the road. "Have you never been chased by the police or anyone before?"

After all, that was how Ashley gained her experience.

She wasn’t like Isabella, who was pampered by the Di Carpio’s power. Ashley had to survive the Di Carpios. And since Marshal kept sending her on dangerous missions, being chased by authorities had become normal.

Before this marriage, Ashley had been arrested—but got out due to a lack of evidence. Plus, an award-winning performance had brought her fleeting freedom.

Meanwhile, her question left them speechless. They were stunned by how calm she sounded after driving so recklessly. There wasn’t even a trace of panic. If they were really being chased, shouldn’t she be worried at least?!

"I thought this would be fun for you guys," she added with a shrug. "I guess you prefer more extreme things. This is too boring for you, huh?"

She tilted her head. "Well, I get it. It’s not as fun as I thought it would be. Should I have chosen a faster car then? Or was I just too slow and careful since the street is a bit narrow?"

The poor men, trapped in this ride to hell, could only stare at her with wide eyes. From her expression alone, they could tell she truly believed what she was saying.

"Fine!" she declared.

And just like that, they all felt a sense of dread slam into their chests.

They shook their heads desperately, hoping it would stop whatever she was about to say.

It didn’t.

"For goodness sake, don’t suddenly make up your mind..." Red trailed off at the sudden change of her expression.

Ashley smiled, glancing at Red before checking the rearview mirror. "I got you guys. I wouldn’t be Ashley if I went back on my word."

"No! Just go back on your word! We don’t mind!" They screamed in unison.

Her smile widened until the corners of her eyes creased.

"Hold tight, boys. We’re hitting the freeway—and freeway means... freedom!"

That was not what it means!

"No... no..." Red muttered under his breath, shaking his head, but it was useless.

When they looked ahead and saw the end of the street leading straight to the freeway, they all sank into their seats. Their throats bobbed as they swallowed hard, gripping anything they could.

Because this ride to hell... wasn’t over.

If anything, it had only just begun.