My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 412

Chapter 412: Hunting?

Lucian sat alone in one of the chapel pews.

Ashley and Liza were together, and he needed a place to gather his thoughts.

He had already sent Gustav back to assist Lukas and speed up the investigation. Their initial findings had yielded very little.

They needed more.

More clues.

More answers.

The what.

The how.

The why.

Tommy rarely traveled, which was expected of someone like him.

It was his way of protecting the peaceful life he had built with his wife in a country where few people could threaten him.

Yet for Ashley, the couple had willingly taken that risk.

And Lucian—even if Tommy still saw him as a boy—had the responsibility to keep them safe.

This country might not have been Dominion’s territory, but Lucian still wielded considerable influence here.

He would get to the bottom of it.

Another thought continued to linger in his mind — the night he had gone to see Tommy.

If Lucian had a long list of enemies who wanted him dead, surely Tommy did as well.

Even if Tommy had stepped away from the underground decades ago, grudges had a way of surviving longer than the people who carried them.

The first name that came to Lucian’s mind was... Marshal Di Carpio.

After all, Tommy had personally warned Marshal.

He had let Marshal know exactly where he was.

Was that reckless?

Not really.

Even in retirement, Tommy’s men were elite.

Some of them had even left a lasting impression on Dominion. Behind the scenes, Dominion had long been aware of the people surrounding Tommy.

There were faces among them that even Dominion preferred not to cross individually.

Marshal, on the other hand, had Scott. He had Ghost, and only a handful of people he considered his trump cards.

That wasn’t enough to threaten Tommy.

More importantly, the attack had been far too meticulous. Marshal wasn’t capable of orchestrating something this elaborate.

Not unless Ghost— AKA, Ashley—had planned it for him.

Amid Lucian’s thoughts, the chapel door creaked open.

His eyes drifted toward the entrance just in time as Ashley stepped inside.

She paused just beyond the doorway, her eyes settling on the altar. After a brief hesitation, she slowly walked farther in.

Lucian quietly followed her with his eyes until she stopped at the pew beside him.

She sat down an arm’s length away.

She didn’t look at him.

Ashley remained silent, her eyes fixed on the altar. Her face was pale and unreadable.

A quiet heaviness surrounded her.

Not the kind that shattered a person, but the kind that settled deep inside.

Knowing Ashley, Lucian already knew what she was thinking.

She blamed herself. Even if she refused to admit it, he knew her well enough.

Lucian drew a slow breath. His lips parted, but no words came. Until he knew more, he didn’t want to burden her further.

"Lucian." Her quiet voice broke the silence.

He turned his attention back to her.

"I don’t like churches." She kept her eyes on the altar. "Or chapels. Or religion."

A faint smile devoid of humor crossed her lips.

"When I was little... I came to one like this. To pray. To beg God to save me." She let out a dry laugh. "That was the first and last time. That’s why I stopped praying."

For almost her entire life, she hadn’t prayed again.

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