My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 253

Chapter 253: Fools, It’s The Food

Silence dominated the room as Hector joined Lucian, seated at the other end of the table.

Lukas had already risen to his feet and stayed on the side of the room with Gustav. As for the three—Vincent, Dante, and Alejandro—they also made their way to the table, joining Lucian around it.

Lucian continued to eat quietly, his calmness enough to maintain the tension in the air. From the beginning, he had barely said or done anything.

Why?

Because he had already decided. Meaning, these men’s fates were already sealed.

"You should eat," Lucian broke his silence, his voice cool.

He lazily lifted his gaze, scanning every face around the table. When his gaze landed on the trio, a faint, disappointed sigh escaped him.

"Dominion... has always been filled with proud people who would not flinch even in death," he commented. "I am disappointed."

His eyes moved to Alejandro. "Especially you, Ale. I was expecting that, until the end, you’d hold on to your dignity even if it were futile."

Alejandro hung his head low, his expression blank, his eyes wide and drained of color.

"You have made it this far," Lucian continued, shifting his gaze to Hector. "With him. You shouldn’t have shamed him the way you did."

All three of them gulped, sliding their eyes toward Hector.

Hector’s expression tightened, keeping his stern gaze fixed on Lucian. Unlike the other three, Hector showed neither panic nor desperation. If anything, he remained composed.

"The temple’s food is good for your health, Hector," Lucian remarked. "At your age, you should be watching your diet."

"Lucian, do you think that even if you kill me today, everything will be resolved?" Hector snorted, shaking his head, his eyes still on Lucian. "I am not the only one who wants to see you go down, and my death... will not resolve anything."

"Mhm," Lucian hummed as he took another bite, gliding his eyes over the trio. "Eat."

Their shoulders stiffened at the command as they reached for the cutlery. But who could eat in this situation? Digesting it was just one of the problems; choking was another variable they had to consider.

Lucian watched as they took their first bite before he said, "It’ll be less painful with a full stomach."

"Huh?" Everyone paused, food in their mouths, eyes widening at Lucian.

Lucian placed down his chopsticks and took something from his suit. Then, very carefully, he placed a small vial beside his bowl of food.

Everyone’s eyes were fixed on the small vial, beads of sweat forming on their foreheads. Lucian hadn’t said what it was, but they could already guess.

"Two years ago, Dominion funded research on all sorts of poisons so they could create an antidote for each. Or possibly, an antidote for entire categories," Lucian began. "Although in these modern times, assassination has evolved into more efficient methods, poison is still one of the cleanest ways."

"Considering Dominion will always be Dominion, whether we enter full legalization or not, my life—and those in the high-circle ministry, commanders, top to bottom—will always be subject to the same risks and dangers," he continued.

"This only increased the chances of us dying from ever-evolving poisons," he stressed. "It does not guarantee life, but it does guarantee a higher chance of surviving assassination through poison."

The three could only stare at Lucian with quiet dread, gulping their food with great difficulty. Meanwhile, Hector never once looked away from the man who would be delivering him to hell.

With a stern voice, he asked, "What are you getting at? Are you asking me to beg and abandon my dignity just like these three fools for an antidote?"

Lucian had said it before: there was nothing noble, dignified, or poetic about death. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

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