The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 237

Chapter 237: You Made The Wrong Decision

Dylan’s entire body went still.

That voice.

He knew that voice.

It was Stella.

Her voice trembled in the dark, "Let me go, please..."

A sharp, cold pressure squeezed his chest. His jaw tightened, and all thoughts of minding his own business vanished like smoke.

He stepped forward, quiet and deadly, the kind of movement predators made before striking.

The three men surrounding Stella turned at the sound of his approaching footsteps.

Their expressions were ready to snap, ready to curse, well prepared to intimidate whoever dared interrupt.

But the moment Dylan’s face entered the pale glow of the streetlamp, everything shifted.

A suffocating silence fell. The air felt heavy, almost dangerous. Even the night breeze seemed to pause.

For a split second, none of the men moved. Even their breathing halted.

Then Stella saw him.

Her eyes widened, filled with shock and relief. "Dylan...?"

Her voice cracked, trembling with fear, as she tried to hide it.

Dylan barely returned a small smile, but his eyes were already fixed on one thing.

The hand gripping Stella’s wrist.

His smile vanished.

"Let her go," he said quietly. The tone was cold enough to freeze blood.

The three men froze again.

But it was only for a second. Their false confidence quickly returned, this time sharper than before.

"Who the hell are you?" the man holding Stella spat. "How dare you interrupt our business!" 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Two others stepped beside him, each raising a sharp dagger that caught the dim light.

Dylan did not flinch. Instead, a slow, dark smile curved on his lips.

He nodded toward Stella before turning his gaze to the man who held Stella’s wrist, "Are you dumb? Did you not hear her call my name?"

Three men were stunned.

"Take care of him. Hurry!" the man with the dagger barked.

Stella’s breath caught. "Stop! Please stop, don’t—"

But the first man lunged before her voice could finish, roaring as he slashed his dagger toward Dylan’s throat.

The blade sliced through the air.

Dylan did not step back. He stood perfectly still.

Until the very last moment.

Then,

His hand shot forward like lightning, gripping the man’s wrist. The blade stopped inches from his skin.

The man gasped in shock. He tried to push forward, tried to slice through, but his wrist would not move. It felt like an iron clamp held him still.

Dylan’s eyes darkened, turning cold enough to make the man tremble. A sinister smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"You made the wrong decision," Dylan said calmly.

A sharp crack echoed through the night.

The man screamed. The dagger dropped.

Before his scream could even finish, Dylan’s boot struck his knee, bending it in a direction no knee should bend.

Another sickening crack.

The man toppled to the muddy ground, writhing and wailing.

Stella gasped and covered her mouth with her free hand, horrified.

The other two men froze, eyes widening in disbelief.

Dylan did not wait for them to act. He was already moving.

The man holding Stella tried to drag her closer, using her as a shield.

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