My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 345

Chapter 345: My Husband Is The Sweetest

Julius stayed up late into the night, combing through the child abduction cases Alyssa had also been working on. His superior had told him to rest and keep his family safe — but Julius had been given permission to look into it, and he wasn’t one to let time go to waste.

He was grateful Elliot had been saved. He knew it, deeply. But he also knew that gratitude would come at a cost.

Now, as he worked through the cases the police had already built, the weight of what he was reading settled over him.

They already had a significant lead.

Ghost.

It explained why the long-haired man had raised the possibility of hacking. If it were Ghost, breaking into a government system or wiping road CCTV footage would be trivial. On top of that, every piece of evidence from the recent cases pointed to the same person.

The problem was that no one knew who Ghost actually was.

No name. No face. No gender. Nothing. A complete blank.

"Of all people," Julius murmured, leaning back in his chair. The room was dark, his face lit only by the glow of his computer screen. "It just had to be..."

He clenched his jaw, staring at the case file.

"Why?" he asked himself. "Why would Ghost do this?"

There was only a thin line between the underground world and those who enforced the law. The police were just as aware of the underground’s movements as the underground was of theirs — the big names, the organizations, the patterns of destruction. Ghost, in particular, had always been an anomaly.

The name said it all.

But what made Ghost genuinely interesting — even among people in the underground — was the duality. Ghost was an individual who had committed both crimes and something resembling good deeds in equal measure. Large criminal organizations, corrupt politicians, dirty cops — Ghost had a way of targeting all of them. There had been cases where Ghost inadvertently helped Interpol, and others where Ghost had made their work considerably harder.

"But this is different," Julius muttered, frowning as he skimmed through the file. "This doesn’t feel right."

He wasn’t defending Ghost’s activities — he would still put handcuffs on that person the moment he got the chance. But after years of dealing with the worst kinds of criminals, this felt deeply out of character.

"And it feels like..." he trailed off, staring at close-up photos of the signatures left at each crime scene. "...they were left on purpose."

His expression darkened. He was torn between his instincts and the evidence the police had already stacked against Ghost.

"If this really is Ghost — what’s the motive?" he wondered. "Why leave traces now, after never doing it before?"

He kept scrolling, and something stopped him cold.

"What?" His brows knitted together. "How did I miss this?"

The next report detailed Ghost allegedly joining Dominion. And given that Julius had been actively working against Dominion — on top of turning every hospital upside down looking for the Black Dragon over the past several days — this could very well be a direct warning aimed at him.

His heart dropped at the thought.

He’d already considered it earlier, but reading it now felt like a boulder landing on his shoulders.

Silence filled the room as he leaned back, staring at nothing.

Then his phone lit up on the desk.

He reached for it, only to see an unknown number.

He stared at the screen. Slowly, his expression shifted, something in his gut screaming at him not to answer.

He didn’t have a good feeling about this.

Clack.

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