My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 317

Chapter 317: Cast Your Votes

"Ugh..." Lukas peeked his eyes open, grunting at the dull ache in his side.

His vision was blurry, but the voice that reached him was clear.

"Good morning."

Lukas blinked until his vision cleared, focusing on the person seated casually on the couch.

Gustav.

Lukas frowned as he looked around. "Where am I?"

"Mainland."

The lines on Lukas’ face deepened as he turned to Gustav. He pushed himself up until his back rested against the headboard. His side hurt, and when he lifted his shirt, a bandage was wrapped around it.

"Damn," he breathed.

Last night, the moment Lukas got home, he knew something was off. Before he could act, he was attacked from all sides. He managed to fight them off, but there were too many — enough to put him at a disadvantage — and he’d taken a bullet for it.

Fortunately, people from Dominion had come and pulled him out. But that luck only stretched so far. Deep down, being saved by those particular men was not a good sign. They were from High Chamber — the part of Dominion not completely under Lucian’s control.

And if they’d rescued Lukas, a debt would need to be repaid.

He looked at Gustav. "Weren’t you attacked last night?"

"I was fortunate enough to be pulled out before they reached me," Gustav shrugged, flipping through the magazine on his lap. "You should rest some more."

"Rest?" Lukas snorted. "You want me to rest when I was just attacked, and I’m waking up in this place?"

He clicked his tongue and flung his feet off the bed. "If we’re here, they’re already consolidating power while the master is still unconscious. We can’t afford to waste a single minute. The longer we stay, the worse our position gets."

Gustav watched quietly as Lukas checked the drawer. A fresh set of clothes had been left for him. Lukas changed, winced, then turned.

"Why are you just sitting there?" Lukas said. "Don’t tell me you’ve already made a deal with them."

"No, but I was offered one," Gustav resumed reading, unbothered. "It doesn’t matter."

"What do you mean, it doesn’t matter?"

"There’s no point in resisting."

Lukas stared at him in disbelief. Gustav looked like he was on vacation. "What the hell are you talking about? Gustav, you’ve lost your mind."

"First, you push that woman as the master’s proxy," he scoffed, dragging himself toward the door. "And look where we are. Even with all of this expected — if the High Chamber had any respect for her position, they wouldn’t have dared make a move like this."

Lukas grabbed the doorknob and pulled. It didn’t budge. He rattled it harder, but nothing.

"I told you," said Gustav without looking up. "There’s no point."

Slowly, Gustav raised his eyes. "We’re locked in until they come for us."

"What?" Lukas yanked at the door again, and the effort tore through his injury. "Fuck!"

He slammed both palms against the door, breathing hard. When he spun toward Gustav, his eyes were burning.

"Don’t blame me," Gustav said before Lukas could open his mouth. "As you said yourself — this was all expected."

He paused. "She warned us about this too. In Doctor Wesley’s office. She told us that within the master’s faction, you and I would be the most at risk — because we’re the ones who pose the greatest threat."

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