I transmigrated and got a husband and a son!
Chapter 1139: Chances of survival

Chapter 1139: Chances of survival

Sometime ago...

Hera watched her men train in the large vacant lot in the mansion from the balcony of her room. Her eyes were specifically fixed on Romnick and the lackey with him, who used to work for Dane. Even from this distance, she could enjoy the haggard look on their faces.

"I can’t believe you’re watching this as part of your breakfast."

Hera smiled in satisfaction without taking her eyes away from the two monkeys. "It uplifts my mood, which is a good thing for everyone, don’t you think?"

Primo shrugged as he sat down on the intricate garden chair she had on her balcony. He glanced at her and then at the men training in the vacant lot within the mansion.

"At this point, I hope you’re watching them because they’re all displaying those hot bods and not because they’re suffering," he remarked. "In that case, I can still think you’re normal."

"I fawn, No One," Hera remarked. "But only at one man. Even if he wears layers and layers —"

"I get it and don’t want to hear it." Primo waved in panic. "I’ve already heard enough of your sick bedroom fantasy with Dominic. That’s not how I plan to start my morning."

"And how do you plan to start your morning?" Hera slowly faced him. Coincidentally, her robe fell off her shoulders, revealing her laced bra cup. "I won’t mind if ogling over me is how you want to start your day, so long as you keep that hand and that other fake hand to yourself."

Primo gazed down at her laced bra cup, lifting his eyes to her cleavage, collarbones, neck, and then to her face. "Nah, I’m good."

"You once called me your fiance and fantasized about me," she humored. "Not attracted anymore?"

"It’s not about attractions or fantasies." Primo shrugged as he leaned back. "To tell you the truth, if you jumped on me now, I wouldn’t mind, really. It’s free sex and you’re smoking hot! I’m sure everyone in here will agree with me."

"Oh?"

"If you promise not to kill anyone and let them leave your bedroom alive and in one piece, they wouldn’t mind to start a harem here," he continued. "I wouldn’t mind being your fuck buddy — I also, once, asked you for sex, didn’t I? And that still stands until now."

Hera laughed and leaned back, still not bothered to fix her robe. "I see you planned to start the morning making sure I’m in a good mood. I won’t pick on you today, I promise."

"Haha. I’m serious, though. If ever you decide you want a sex partner, I’ll keep it a secret between us." He winked while she smirked. "No strings attached."

"I’ll keep that in mind." Hera smiled as she nodded. "So, jokes aside, care to tell why you’re here? I’m sure you didn’t just go here to impress me with your fascination about my beauty and body or how I like watching other people’s sufferings as part of my morning routine."

Primo opened his mouth, but his eyes fell on her chest once more. "Can you please hide that for a second? It’s kinda distracting."

"You would be surprised when I tell you I used to give out orders or attend my meetings in my underwear," she grinned. "My men had seen this body, but not what’s within those little fabrics."

"You’re a sadist."

"I’m trying to train them in getting used to seeing this body, so they won’t fantasize about it."

"I’m pretty sure the effects for that are the opposite. You’re making them thirst for it."

Hera shrugged indifferently. "Had you seen any of my people wanting to sneak into my bed?"

"And I’ll say it again. I’m sure the reason for that isn’t because they’ve gotten used to seeing you in your bikini."

"It’s not, but it’s the realization that this body is not worth their lives." Hera casually covered her front. "Happy now?"

Primo smiled in satisfaction. "On a second note, I think I can use this against you in the future."

"If you’re thinking of poisoning my husband’s mind and filling it with jealousy, I don’t mind." Hera grinned even more brightly. "He’s just going to fuck my brains out, so next time I stand in front of others with barely any clothes on, they’ll see his trademarks."

"You’re intense."

"I am more than that."

"God, I hope there’s two of you," he muttered, and she laughed. "Anyway, the reason I’m here is because something has been bothering me for quite some time now."

"If it’s Moose, I can give you a handful of bills. Dangle it in front of him and he’ll play fetch without complaints."

"I’ll take that offer even though that’s not it."

Hera slowly cocked her head to the side, curious. "Then what is it?"

"Remember that time I asked you if you wanted to have sex?"

"You always ask me for that, don’t you?"

"That night of Lyon Group’s anniversary?" he deadpanned, knowing he never had any talk like that with her before. At least, nothing like this since becoming a part of the Reapers. "You don’t remember? That time we were in the chopper and we almost exploded in it."

"That time I saved your ass from Dragon?" She nodded. "Are we reminiscing about the good memories of how many times you lost to me?"

Primo rolled his eyes. "As much as I hate the memory, yes. That night, do you remember that I used that Old Madam Zhu as a hostage?"

"Oh, yeah. I almost forgot about that."

"On our way to the rooftop, she told me something about you and your mother."

"Me?" Hera furrowed her brows. "You mean... Hera Cruel?"

He nodded. "And Felice Cruel. She said that they were friends and that Old Madam Zhu used to be your mother’s client. Your mother killed her deadbeat husband — your husband’s grandfather."

The smile on Hera’s face slowly faded while observing the look on Primo’s face. There wasn’t any reason for Primo to lie to her. Moreover, during that time, Primo showed deep interest in Hera because he thought of coveting her. In other words, he would’ve found out a thing or two about her.

"It bothered me because it seemed you don’t know she’s a previous client during your mother’s reign," he continued. "But then again, your mother’s clients and yours are different. Still, it got me thinking, your mother died —"

"Murdered."

"Exactly." Primo nodded. "She was murdered even before she could pass the throne to you. So the transition is quite abrupt, and you resorted to murdering everyone in your way to strengthen your control over the Reapers."

He leaned forward. "I’m not saying you did a good or bad job. What I’m trying to say is that the first identity I assumed is a son of a mob and if there’s something I realized as an heir, a boss will always have his secrets that even their most trusted people don’t know."

"They will only say these secrets to their heir before passing their authority," he added solemnly. "I’m sorry if this will sting, but I think there’s more you don’t know about your mother, and I don’t think her death is as simple as that. I know you already realized that whoever is our enemy isn’t like Dragon or Dimitri. And I also think that our chances of survival if we step in a war unprepared will be close to none."

*****

[PRESENT TIME]

As much as Hera hated the idea, Primo made a point. Whoever her enemy was, managed to manipulate smart men like Dragon and even made a sick psycho like Dimitri wary. That already spoke volumes. Hence, Hera had to do what she had to do because she now had something to lose.

"Where are we going?" Joker asked from the front passenger seat, looking around as they entered an exclusive subdivision under a false name and data. As he did so, he furrowed his brows and looked back at Hera.

"Isn’t this the way where the Zhu Ancestral Home was?"

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