My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 313

Chapter 313: If you die... she’ll get remarried.

Another hour later...

"What did you say?" Nolan breathed out as he felt his knees buckle.

He slowly sank onto the steel bench, sitting as though he might collapse at any moment.

In the hallway with him were Rum, Gin, Khan, Nelek, Warriyo, and Rus.

After arriving and meeting up with Khan’s team, Nolan had finally learned what was happening. Since he hadn’t known before, Gin had explained Lucian’s condition to him.

"Impossible," Nolan whispered. "How... how could this happen?"

His breath hitched in utter disbelief. He lightly clutched his chest, his face crumpling as thoughts of Lucian, Primo, and Ashley flooded his mind.

Nolan knew Lucian’s situation was serious. But he never imagined it was this hopeless.

"How could a healthy man in his prime suddenly..." He trailed off, looking up at the men gathered around him.

Every one of them lowered their heads. Gin and Rum couldn’t even meet his gaze.

For a second, Nolan’s mind went blank.

He was reminded of how Betty had snapped at them earlier that day. She hadn’t told him anything, and he couldn’t blame her — if Ashley chose to stay quiet, Betty wasn’t the type to overstep.

But now he understood.

He understood why everyone had been acting so strangely. And finally, he understood the bold move the High Chamber had pulled right inside Lucian’s own residence.

"Master..." Nolan whispered, his eyes settling on the ward door.

Deep down, he hoped this was all just a terrible dream. That at any moment he’d wake up and find none of it had happened.

But he never woke up.

Khan glanced at Nolan and gave the man time to process. His own thoughts, though, kept circling back to what Rum and Gin had told him. Not only had Interpol gotten involved — parts of Dominion were already behaving as if the Black Dragon were dead.

His gaze drifted back to the ward door.

"It would take a miracle for him to wake up right now."

... or maybe not.

*****

At the same time, Primo sat beside his father’s bed.

He stared at Lucian in silence, the steady mechanical beeping of the monitors filling the room.

There was no visible sadness in the boy’s eyes.

Not because Primo didn’t care.

He already knew.

He had known about Lucian’s condition for a long time. He hadn’t meant to find out.

But he had.

*****

[Flashback]

Primo lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.

Sleep wouldn’t come. No matter how still he kept, something felt off — a restlessness he couldn’t name, as though something terrible was hovering just out of sight.

Then, after a long stretch of silence, he heard the door creak open.

Instinctively, Primo shut his eyes and went still. He listened to the quiet scrape of a chair being lifted and set beside his bed.

Then silence.

He didn’t move. Didn’t open his eyes. But he could feel someone watching him.

The faint scent of tobacco and expensive cologne told him everything.

"You’ll leave Dominion by then," he added, resting his forearms on his thighs. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Five years?

[Present]

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