My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 391

Chapter 391: Should’ve Killed Him Then And There

"Had that bastard, Marshal Di Carpio, stayed in his own lane... she would’ve been alive."

Deep lines formed between Lucian’s brows as he studied Tommy, who was visibly suppressing his anger.

But it wasn’t Tommy’s anger that surprised him.

It was the name Marshal.

Tommy, after all, was a man shrouded in mystery.

Aside from what little was known publicly, he had concealed his true identity so thoroughly that even Dominion had initially uncovered nothing more than a fabricated profile.

Lucian knew almost nothing about the man.

Besides, his relationship with Tommy had never been business.

It was personal.

Ashley and Liza were business partners, yes.

But Dominion?

The greatest benefit Lucian had ever received from Tommy was the introduction to a powerful political ally. Nothing more. So, aside from the people closest to them, no one knew about this relationship they have with them.

"Marshal?" Lucian narrowed his eyes. "You know Marshal Di Carpio?"

Tommy let out a dry laugh. "Who doesn’t know that bastard? He’s like a pest everyone heard of."

Lucian slowly nodded.

Marshal might have been despicable, but he was infamous throughout the underground. And almost entirely for the wrong reasons.

"Marshal and I go way back," Tommy said with a shrug. "I’ve known him since before either of us joined a gang."

He smiled bitterly.

"And somehow... our paths just kept crossing."

He shook his head before taking another sip of whiskey.

"Then again, it isn’t surprising. This is the underground. One way or another, you’ll meet every kind of person."

"Even the ones you’d rather never see again." He chuckled humorlessly. "The world’s simply too small."

Lucian remained silent, watching Tommy carefully.

The older man had begun drinking far more than Lucian expected.

A small part of him worried Tommy might eventually drink himself into a stupor.

"What did Marshal do to you, sir?"

Tommy arched a brow before smirking. "I can’t believe that question is coming from the Black Dragon."

For someone like Lucian, Tommy had expected him to simply understand.

Anyone who ruled the underground inevitably accumulated enemies. So, it wasn’t a hard guess.

"I’m not asking as the Black Dragon," Lucian corrected quietly.

"I’m asking..." He paused. "As myself."

That answer earned another burst of laughter.

Tommy leaned forward, shaking his head as he placed his empty glass on the table.

"If you put it that way..." He thought for a moment, sorting through decades of memories. "Then, I guess I’ll tell you."

"Marshal was nothing more than a second-rate thug. His ambitions were always far bigger than his capabilities. He couldn’t stand people stronger than him. Or more successful."

Tommy reached for the whiskey bottle.

"He hid his inferiority behind violence. That’s how he built his reputation. Through betrayal."

He poured another drink.

"He’s like a curse... in an already cursed world." He looked down into his glass. "So when we met again years later, and he saw I had climbed far higher than he ever had, he couldn’t accept it."

He let out a quiet laugh.

"After all, we used to stand on equal ground. As if any of us weren’t already headed straight for hell."

Tommy lifted his glass before turning toward Lucian.

"To keep the story short, we first met as nothing more than high school delinquents. Years later, fate crossed our paths again."

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