606: [Bonus chapter] PASS!

[Bonus chapter] PASS!

[Zhu Old Residence]0

"They got him." Dominic heaved a sigh of relief before he chugged down the remaining whiskey in his glass. He placed the glass on the bedside table, turning his head on the other side of the bed where his wife was reading the same book Sebastian had read. 

"Moose said he's safe now," he added, waiting for his wife's reaction. "And the answer to your question, Tiger, is in the nearby city."

Heaven's brows rose as she slowly turned her head to him. "Well, that sucks. I was hoping he was in a farther place."

"That's already far from the warehouse where they took Axel," Dominic stressed, still confused about how Tiger got to help Moose with that distance. 

"Still not far enough to break his record."

"I'm… confused," Dominic admitted. "What kind of record does he need to break?"

"Hmm… darling, do you know Tiger can shoot you even if you're out of the country?"

"He can?"

"Haha! I'm joking. I'm just messing with you." Heaven laughed out loud at the reaction she saw on her husband's face for the first time. "But Tiger's precision is his strength. As long as he has a map and a general idea of the location, he can shoot us here even if he's in the city mall."

Dominic stared at his wife blankly while processing her words, as if he needed more time to absorb that information. His wife already mentored him on how to deal with her men and where they specialized. However, she didn't mention Tiger's special skill. 

"Didn't you say he's better in close combat?" he asked after pondering. 

"I did, but that's because he preferred that. But among my men, he got the best marksmanship."

Again, Dominic was rendered speechless. He knew his wife had a lot of confidence in Tiger and after observing him, Dominic was certain Tiger was very skilled. Therefore, he made him the head of security. 

"You… scare me more now," he admitted under his breath, watching her furrow her brows. "Bear is strong and can rip people apart with his bare hands. Joker can access even the heavily secured central intelligence. Princess can run after people even if she is injured and manages to catch them. Gray is also a reliable all-rounder and Fig can eat nonstop all day. Now, this, with Tiger."

Heaven blinked. "I didn't know Fig's appetite alarms you."

"It does. He makes the chef work to the bones." Dominic breathed out as he ran his fingers through his hair. "And to think these people were just underlings…"

He trailed off as he slowly lifted his eyes back to his wife. "It makes me wonder if these monstrous and skilled people are simply underlings. What kind of boss do they have for them to listen to her when their skills alone are enough to make a name for themselves?"

Listening to Dominic's genuine admittance, the corner of her mouth curled up into a smug smirk. "I'm not as strong as Bear and Princess, and I'm not as precise as Tiger. I'm also not as greedy as Moose, nor I am as sick as Joker. I also can't top Fig's appetite and Gray's flexibility."

"But I have this." Heaven tapped her chest, pointing at her heart. "It's something they don't have. You don't have to be strong to make them listen, you know? You just need to have a heart to command them."

Silence befell the two of them, staring at each other in silence. Heaven had this gentle smile while Dominic's blank reaction didn't change.

"You know that's nonsense," he said monotonously. "Not now, Hera. I'm mentally busy at the moment."

Her gentle smile stretched until her eyes were squinting, giggling. "Hehe. Sorry, but yes, that's bullshit. I'm just strong. That's why they listen."

"You." Dominic sighed and shook his head, growing used to his wife's nonsense sometimes. Until now, Heaven would once in a while remind him she was a good person when they both knew her goodness had its conditions. 

"Anyway, I need to stay in contact to make sure my brother is fine," said Dominic, picking up his phone again to stay in touch with Moose. "You should sleep or Mr. Yang will scold you if you are late again."

"Right." Her face crumpled in dismay as she hurriedly tossed the book under her pillow. "Well, goodnight darling. Let's make love tomorrow once I deliver you No One's head. Don't worry about Axel. He's safe now."

Dominic watched his wife pull the blanket over her shoulder as she lay down. A shallow breath slipped past his nostrils, shaking his head mildly after listening to her last remarks. 

'How can she even think of making love after cutting someone's head off?'he wondered, feeling a little shiver down his spine. 'Does she have any idea how unsettling that sounds?'

Even after a year of knowing the truth about his wife, Dominic would still once in a while get worried about his wife. His wife was strange, after all. She was scared of Director Guan and Mr. Yang, but Primo Rossi didn't alarm her a bit. 

She would shoot people down without blinking an eye, but would be teary-eyed if Dominic scolded her. Considering she had such skillful men under her wing, Dominic was certain she could kill him in his sleep and he wouldn't even know about it. And yet, he never missed a wink of sleep.

'I think I'm the one who's strange for being able to sleep like a child beside her,' he told himself, shaking his head as he called Moose to get an update on what was going on with Axel.

******

"CUT!!!" 

Moose sat on the wooden chair, yelling his lungs out. He gazed at the monitor in front of him. The abandoned warehouse was now packed with people, setting up the place as if they were filming something.

"Dude, I won't pay a dime to watch your movie," he said through the megaphone, gazing at the people who were holding Axel to keep him up from the spare tank they set up. "Your acting is so ugly — so unconvincing! My god! At this point, we will spend a night just taking this scene."

Axel, who was already beaten black and blue, and could only stand with the help of the rogues, looked at Moose in dismay. The man was acting as if they were filming a movie. He even had those monitors, brought some people to set up the place, and even hired makeup artists! To make it even worse, those makeup artists were for Moose not not for Axel!

What was the point?

"Tch. Hey, pour some alcohol in that pool. He might act properly if he's in real pain," Moose lazily commanded while Axel scrunched his face up. 

"Goodness. Just what sort of…" Axel trailed off as he caught some people approaching the tub he was in. Deep lines appeared between his brows as he watched these people pour gallons and gallons of alcohol until all the wounds in his body stung. 

"Ahhh!!!"

"Perfect! Great!" Moose, who was watching Axel through the monitor, praised the man through the microphone. "More, Axel! Nice! Pass! CUT!"

His lips stretched from ear to ear as his eyes glinted with amusement. He stared at the monitor, rewinding the scene and pausing it to the image of Axel screaming. The same photo that was presently displayed on the stage of the Lyon Group anniversary celebration. 

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