It’s Hard To Control My Naughty Wife!

Gunshots rang out in the darkness of the night and both camps were in an atmosphere that required them to be vigilant because otherwise there would be bullets drilling their heads.

Meanwhile, Jayden and Misha were standing side by side, hiding behind a yellow cargo ship after shooting right at three of their opponents.

"Doesn't this feel like the paintball game that we played when we were kids?" Jayden commented. He looked up at the still dark sky and the rain that was still falling, though not as hard as when they came earlier.

"I don't feel like we were playing paintball at all," Misha retorted.

"Yes, of course, because you always lose to me," Jayden said.

"Just because you'll be crying all day and sulking at your mother if I beat you," Misha retorted. He then raised his eyebrows as Jayden looked at him intently, as if to say; what did you want to say again? Still dare to deny?

"I don't sulk, stop defaming me."

"Just because I'm older than you, doesn't mean you can lie and act like you want all the time right? Remember, I'm only one year older than you." Misha reminded him.

But, before the bickering between the two cousins ​​continued, Apple interrupted their conversation by reminding them of the current condition and situation.

"Hey, actually I don't want to cut off your deep talk to each other, but I'm in a difficult position here, so can you please keep going with our plan, please?" Apple was now hiding in one of the men's rooms and was rummaging through the room for any clues she could get of the men's identities.

Since she hadn't been able to reach the place where they held the children and teenagers, she came up with a way to help themselves.

"I'm sorry honey, he's a little annoying, but I'll be coming to you soon, so can you hold on a little longer?" Jayden said softly.

"Stop teasing me, you promised my dad you wouldn't tease me."

"I'm not teasing you. I'm not gonna tease anyone while I'm being pinned down, okay. Those are just friendly words."

Apple rolled her eyes. "Come here quickly, because if I get hurt, my father won't forgive you."

Jayden groaned, slightly annoyed. "Can we not mention your father for a while? I find it a little strange when you bring Pyro who is now miles away into our conversation."

"Bring your a** here, I don't want to wait, they will find me."

"I am your boss."

"It's already outside my working hours, so you're not my boss anymore."

"You're working overtime, honey."

Meanwhile, Misha, who heard the banter between them, pointed his gun at Jayden.

"If you keep talking like this, there's a high chance that they'll kill you. So instead of them, wouldn't it be better if I killed you first?" he said, annoyed.

"Okay, I will come to you soon, Misha has gone mad. He is pointing his gun at me." Jayden scowled, he frowned at his cousin. "You'll have a hard time dealing with my mother if you kill me, cousin."

"Move your a**," Misha grumbled.

Hearing that, Jayden suspected that he had learned Apple's words. They both had dirty mouths.

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While the two brothers were bickering with each other, Apple busied herself looking around and found a wallet containing the identification of one of the men on board.

She then read his name and put the badge in her own jacket pocket. Oh, right, this was the same jacket she got after a bit of a fuss the other day.

But, of course this wasn't the last jacket she got from Jayden. Because the very next day, she got at least two dozen other jackets of different styles.

Jayden reasoned that he did it so that Apple's disguise when around him was not easily recognized by people because she wore the same jacket every time she was around him.

Apple couldn't argue with that or convince the mentally ill man to take back the jackets he had shipped.

Apple didn't need to ask for the prices of these jackets or check for them on the internet, because by noting the jacket brand itself, Apple knew that these weren't cheap things.

That said, the jackets alone were enough to pay her salary for a year.

And when Pyro saw that, all he could do was shake his head because he was so familiar with such things.

It seemed the Tordoffs' vices had really passed down to their offspring.

"I'll be going forward to find out where the room they hold the kids and teens is," Apple informed Jayden of her move.

"Okay, I'm having fun here." Then there were gunshots and other noises in Jayden's background. "I will go to you after I finish this."

"Take your time."

"You know what?" Jayden then fired his gun again, lodging the bullet right between the enemy's eyes. "You can be a perfect girlfriend."

"And what makes you think so?" Apple opened the door and observed the deserted corridor before moving slowly down another corridor.

"No woman would ever say 'take your time' to a man who was busy killing nearly a dozen people."

"Don't worry, I just killed people thirty minutes ago."

"Ugh! Somehow, that sounds so hot."

And Misha who couldn't stand the behavior of the two of them, fired his gun at the ground, only ten inches away from Jayden's feet to make the man realize that they were in a gun fight with their enemies and not in a game of paintball, where he could play while flirting with someone else.

"What's that?" Apple heard gunshots so close.

"Misha was just trying to shoot me, but he missed."

"Too bad," Apple said disappointedly.

Jayden furrowed his brows when he heard Apple's disappointed tone. "You're not disappointed that he didn't actually shoot me, are you?"

"I guess if I was there, I'd have the urge to shoot you, too," Apple replied dispassionately.