All Chapters of Married To Cruel Mafia Boss: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

"Guess what? Follow me," Miguel noted as he brought Gio into his review and they shut the entryway behind them. "I don't need anybody knowing what's happening."Be that as it may, Gio didn't feel quiet. He was all the while overflowing from the inside. It was clear he was distraught at Rodriguez for this endeavor on his life.Imagine a scenario where Rodriguez had succeeded. Was that the way in which Miguel could respond?Gio paced the room, his jaw gripped, clench hands balled firmly at his sides.His considerations were consumed by the occasions of the evening — the trap, the assassins, the sharpshooter who almost finished him.His displeasure thundered inside him far and wide, taking steps to consume everything in its way. He had scarcely gotten away with his life, and the prospect of allowing Rodriguez to walk free, unpunished, was beyond what he could stomach."Presently let me know all you went through there. With this truckload of blustering I can't view you in a serious way un

Marissa feigned exacerbation.She wasn't going to trust anything from this lady.Marissa had eyes on Miguel and she had worked in the organization for quite a while.She believed that Miguel should see her and she had nearly lost it when she had realized Miguel was hitched to another person.Marissa was disheartened that it was Joanna who was hitched to the man.Presently she got her opportunity to conflict with Joanna and she wasn't going to keep down.With a shrewd grin all over, she took a gander at her flunkies around her prior to venturing near Joanna."You say "Without a doubt, that. In any case, we as a whole realize the genuine explanation you've been missing. On the off chance that you weren't hitched to the chief, you'd be gone instantly. A few of us really need to attempt to keep our positions. Yet, dislike it really matters. You can partake in the honor presently yet it's inevitable before you are in my terrible books."Lisa promptly ventured forward, her face flushed with

Miguel was not going to be outshone in his own organization and he highlighted the men situated around the table."Presently I absolutely won't stay here and sabotage the people who are answerable for its prosperity like you are doing. You reserve no option to direct for me how to run this organization. You've done what's needed by being available, that ought to be your stop. You either stop that dumb move or I make that stop for you."Miguel stood up, overshadowing the table, his look never leaving Jordan's. "I won't be supporting this consolidation. Not today. Not until I've investigated every single detail myself."The wheezes that followed were perceptible, the other board individuals trading apprehensive looks. Jordan, interestingly, looked unsure."Yet, Miguel," one of the more seasoned board individuals, Thomas, spoke up reluctantly, "unquestionably you'll essentially think about it. The financials — ""I've gone with my choice," Miguel hindered solidly. "This gathering is fini

The air possessed an aroma like lifeless brew and moist wood, and the room was jumbled with boxes and old furnishings. A solitary bulb swung from the roof, projecting a brutal light over the scene.Thomas battled with the ones who wouldn't hit him, rather they made a point to secure him without harming the man.He was light to them, yet the men ensured they were being cautious so they wouldn't hurt him."Please… what is it that you all care about?! Who are you?! Let me go! Whoever sent you shouldn't do this until they have addressed me. I sat idle. Let me go."Gio looked as his men attached Thomas to a seat, getting his wrists despite his good faith and his lower legs to the legs of the seat. Thomas' breath came in battered pants, dread flowing through his veins as he understood exactly the way that serious this present circumstance had become. This wasn't simply an admonition. This was a cross examination.When Thomas was safely bound, Gio remained before him, arms got over his chest

The voice on the opposite end didn't scrutinize Rodriguez's thinking. This was a game, and the two of them knew the guidelines.Rodriguez's requests were never about direct outcomes — they were tied in with blending the pot, getting things under way. He appreciated watching disarray unfurl, and Miguel's endurance was essential for the arrangement. It was more enjoyable that way, more fulfilling when the last blow came after a progression of determined moves.Once more, the man on the telephone at last talked, his tone level. "When?""Tomorrow evening," Rodriguez expressed, looking at the clock on the wall. "Miguel brings that equivalent course back home each night. Set it up there.""He has been missing for some time now," the man said."Then where the fuck has he been?!""I don't have any idea," the man said. "In any case, I can send my men to keep an eye on… ""No, no," Rodriguez shook his head. "At this point he should have begun going to work. One way or the other. Simply do what