The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 148

Chapter 148 Toss Him In The Water

“Do you think you can go back and take over your father’s empire?” Wilson Boyd asked with disdain.

Ricky’s bullheadedness was maddening. No matter how intense the pressure, he wouldn’t yield.

Wilson had been Tucker’s trusted ally for years. Once, he even took a shot meant for Tucker and climbed the ranks to become the gang’s second–in–command.

Now that Tucker was gone, Wilson was convinced the Angels of Death was his to command.

But Ricky had emerged as an obstacle–one that refused to move.

Fortunately for Wilson, Ricky was never particularly admired or widely supported.

What truly irked Wilson was that Tucker’s longtime comrades still backed Ricky. Being Tucker’s only son gave him undeniable legitimacy.

Unlike Wilson, whose brashness often created friction, Ricky had a kept a low profile and treated everyone

with decency.

Naturally, people spoke more

pop of Ricky.

“Even if I never run the Angels of Death,” Ricky shot back, “I won’t let a loser like you take it over

He never craved leadership, but watching the empire his father sacrificed for fall into ruin under an imbecile’s rule? He couldn’t stomach that.

“Loser? You calling me a loser?” Wilson let out a harsh laugh. “Kid, I was building this organization with your father while you were still crawling around in diapers. I shaped this crew alongside him. And now you call me a loser? What does that make you, huh?”

His anger spiked. From his perspective, nò one was more deserving of command than himself.

“Don’t pretend I don’t know the truth. You’re the one who manipulated my father into partnering with the

Sovereign Underworld. If it weren’t for that, we wouldn’t be in this

To Ricky, Wilson wasn’t some master tactician–he was a reckless opportunist chasing illusions.

“Everything I did, I did to secure our future. Do you even grasp who the Sovereign Underworld really is? With their support, we could’ve been untouchable!”

Wilson was fuming. In his mind, joining forces with the Sovereign Underworld was a power move–one he still

believed in.

“You think you’ve got vision?” Wilson sneered. He wasn’t about to take lessons from a rookie.

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Chapter 148 Toss Him In The Water

“Support from the Sovereign Underworld?” Ricky laughed bitterly.

“You’re laughing?” Wilson snapped. “What’s so damn funny?”

“You want know why Marcus Lee came to Baimsa? He came to expand the Sovereign Underworld! He wants to

turn Baimsa into their territory!” Ricky shouted.

Baimsa was the Angels of Death’s stronghold. And Wilson wanted to hand it over?

“To them, we’re disposable. We lost scores of our best fighting Maren Morgan. Do you even know how many lives we buried? My father. My brothers. And for what? I warned my father back then. I told him the Sovereign

Underworld was planning to take over. We should’ve backed Maren to deal with the Sovereign Underworld. Instead, you antagonized her. Then you failed the Sovereign Underworld. Now both sides want us dead. This is your master plan?”

Ricky’s words struck hard. Wilson’s face drained of color, his features stiffening.

“What choice did we have? You think they’d let us walk away free?”

“And you think bowing down earns safety?” Ricky’s tone was scathing. “We only matter now because we

control Baimsa. Once you help them wipe out their enemies and gain a foothold, we’ll be the first to get

discarded. The Angels of Death, the former ruler of Baimsa, will become the biggest eyesore!”

“So what? We align with the Sovereign Underworld! Wouldn’t that elevate us?” Wilson truly believed it.

“Join them?” Ricky blinked, stunned by the delusion. “You think too highly of us. The Sovereign Underworld

runs global operations. We’re a speck on their radar. Best case, we’re absorbed. Worst case? We’re eliminated.”

Ricky had seen it clearly all along. It was pathetic that Wilson still clung to his fantasy.

In the end, all they’d become were sacrificial pieces in someone else’s game–destroying everything Tucker

built.

“You…” Wilson faltered. He never expected Ricky, usually quiet and unassuming, to come out swinging with

words that left him no room to fight back.

Inside the closet, Maren was surprised. She’d never heard Ricky speak with such raw conviction.

This version of him was unrecognizable and impressive.

Only the strong earned dignity. Seeking favor through submission did nothing but strip you of self–worth.

It was a brutal lesson she’d absorbed through countless dealings in the criminal underworld.

She had to admit–Sawyer knew how to read people.

“So be it. If you insist on challenging, me, Ricky, don’t cry foul when I stop playing nice.” Wilson could see that persuasion was pointless. Ricky wasn’t budging, and he wasn’t about to waste another breath trying.