My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin-Chapter 73: Did That Turn You On?

Meanwhile, in Lucian’s office, Lucian stared at the boy standing across his desk. Primo held his drawing board up, looking back at him sternly.

[She’s bad news!]

Primo huffed and erased the words, only to scribble again before flipping it toward Lucian.

[I DON’T LIKE HER!]

This was the first time Primo had gone out of his way to approach Lucian and protest. All because he heard Ashley’s sister was outside.

"Primo," Lucian drew a calm breath, leaning back. "She’s still her sister."

Primo’s lips pressed tighter as he stomped toward the desk. Placing his drawing board on top of it, he wrote aggressively.

[She’s the one who told her to leave!]

Reading that, Lucian arched a brow. "How did you know?"

He watched his son write more, fuming until he finished.

[Read her lips!]

The father and son stared at each other—the adult wearing a calm exterior, as if nothing could ever crack it, while the boy fumed. Primo’s little chest rose and fell heavily, his eyes red with anger.

Primo was not pleased with Lucian’s actions toward Ashley, but since she had forgiven him, he had also placed Lucian on "probation." That didn’t mean he had any plans to let Isabella poison their home and family again.

[If you let her in, I want to move to another house!]

Lucian read the message, but instead of anger, he let out a shallow chuckle. He stared at the fuming Primo, who had never thrown a tantrum like this before. His tantrums were usually stressful, but somehow, he seemed... cute at the moment.

Almost like... Primo was becoming more of a child lately.

"She’s banned here," he finally said with finality. "She’s not going to step inside."

Primo knew that, but he also knew one thing.

[What if she asks you?]

She, as in Ashley. He didn’t think he needed to clarify because there was only one "she" in this household who could ask Lucian that. No one else.

Lucian thought about it for a second and rubbed his chin. He had allowed Isabella into their territory before because of Ashley, not because he believed they got along, but because he knew the chances of Ashley leaning on someone she knew outside Dominion were higher than isolating her completely.

"Don’t worry about it," he said after a moment of contemplation. "I’ll talk to her later."

Primo studied his father’s expression and huffed sharply. Taking his drawing pad, he stomped his foot one last time before walking out.

Lucian could only watch the little master leave, steam practically blowing out of his head.

When Primo stepped out, Betty, who was waiting outside, immediately checked on him.

"Young Master, are you alright?" she asked worriedly. "You look very upset."

Because he was.

Primo huffed again and looked up, shaking his head before moving along.

Betty tilted her head, watching him walk away, questions swirling in her mind. "Young Master, wait for me! Maybe some snacks will cheer you up!"

But Primo just kept going, the gears in his head turning as he thought of ways to keep Isabella away from the house. It wasn’t that he blamed her entirely, but after reading her lips during her last visit, he hadn’t felt at ease until Ashley nursed him back to health.

Admit it or not, it had stressed him out more than anyone realized.

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Meanwhile, Lucian sat back and stared at the door in silence.

If Ashley asked him to give Isabella another chance... he might agree just to make her happy. But knowing Primo, he meant everything he wrote. Besides, Lucian wasn’t foolish enough to miss Isabella’s intentions and ambition.

The only person protecting that woman was Lucian’s wife, Ashley.

"I didn’t tell her who tipped me off," he muttered, tapping his finger against the armrest.

Out of habit, Lucian reached into his drawer for a cigar—a habit whenever he was thinking, stressed, or bored. He didn’t think much of it as he slipped one between his lips.

But just then, the door flew open.

Lucian froze, a bad feeling creeping up on him as he lifted his eyes.

There, standing at the entrance, was Ashley.

Only then did Lucian realize what he was doing. His lips parted, the cigar dropping onto his lap before rolling to the floor.

Ashley’s face twisted slightly for a second, but she ignored it. She walked in, skipping lightly.

"Oh, I didn’t knock!" she chimed as she sauntered toward the desk. "Boo, your cigarette fell."

He cleared his throat and recomposed himself. "What is it?" he asked coolly, though a strange guilt gnawed at him, as if he had been caught red-handed doing something wrong.

He picked up the cigar, masking his guilt with a cold expression, and tossed it—along with the entire pack—into the small bin beside his desk. Even the lighter followed.

"Heh. Isabella just came," she said, not following his actions as her gaze stayed on him.

Ashley walked around the desk and leaned against it. "I told the guards to shoot her tires next time they spot her. I just feel like it’s a waste for Dominion to keep forming a human barricade."

Hearing that, Lucian raised his brows and leaned back.

"That’s okay, right?" she hummed, blinking at him innocently. "Or would that affect your alliance with the Di Carpios?"

"No," Lucian replied. "Not at all."

"Great! I was worried for nothing, then." She let out a small sigh of relief before her eyes drifted to the bin. Smiling, she reached into her pocket and took something out. "Here."

His brows knitted as he looked at the candy in her hand. When he didn’t take it, she grabbed his hand and placed it in his palm.

"There’s gum inside," she said with a smile. "It’ll help with your urge to smoke."

With that, she hopped off the desk and waved without looking back. "Just came to tell you that—see ya!"

Lucian stared at the candy in his hand before raising his head. "Your sister," he called, stopping her just as she reached the door, one hand already on it.

She glanced back, waiting. "Hmm?"

"Be careful of her," he finally said, taking a risk he knew she might reject. "She’s the one who tipped me off."

Much to his surprise, her expression didn’t change.

"I know."

His brows drew together.

"My sister wants to steal my husband," she laughed, saying the words no one dared voice in front of her before. "She’s lucky I didn’t shoot her right in the face earlier. This is why I don’t own a gun. It would definitely be used."

She winked at him and waved, slipping out of the room, her head popping back in one last time.

"Did that turn you on?" She giggled before adding, "See you later~! Mwah!"

With that, she closed the door and skipped away, as if she hadn’t just dropped several bombs on him.

Meanwhile, Lucian let out a deep breath and loosened his tie.

"It did..." He paused, exhaling slowly. "...very much."