The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 239

Chapter 239: The Line You Crossed!

"I did not want to torture him unless you gave the order," Ethan said as they walked deeper underground.

"You did the right thing," Axel replied calmly. "Because I need to do it with my own hand."

His voice echoed through the cold concrete hallway.

Ethan gave a quick nod, though his expression remained unreadable. He had seen Axel like this before, only a few times, and it always meant trouble for whoever was on the receiving end.

They continued walking until they reached another set of thick steel doors facing each other.

The underground facility was built like a maze, intentionally confusing to anyone who did not belong there.

Most had been stripped down to bare essentials, leaving only cold walls, locked rooms, and heavy silence.

At the end of the hall, Ethan stepped forward and pressed his thumb to a scanner beside one of the steel doors.

A beep sounded, followed by the low grind of machinery.

Then,

The door swung open slowly, letting out a blast of cold air.

Inside, the room was dim but clean. The air smelled faintly of steel and disinfectant. The only thing out of place was the figure on the floor.

Maxime lay curled in a pathetic heap, his hands tied behind him. His once-expensive clothes were wrinkled and dirtied, his hair sticking up like he had been electrocuted. Tear stains streaked down his cheeks. His face was blotchy from crying.

He looked miserable, exactly as Axel intended.

The sound of the door opening stirred him awake. Maxime’s eyes fluttered open, heavy and unfocused. When he finally managed to lift his head and recognized the silhouette in the doorway, his breath hitched.

"Brother...?" he rasped.

He struggled to sit up, failing at first before managing to push himself upright with his knees.

"Oh my God, brother Ax... Axel... Is that you?" His voice cracked painfully, his throat raw from crying. Tears gathered again in his eyes.

"You finally came," he whispered, crawling forward slightly. "You came to rescue me, right? Brother?"

Axel did not answer. He simply stepped forward, his face unreadable, calm, almost gentle. His eyes held a softness that did not reach his mind.

Maxime did not see the quiet satisfaction in Axel’s expression; he had already shifted his gaze toward Ethan, who was leaning against the doorframe with a look of complete boredom. Suddenly, rage exploded across his face.

"This motherfucker..." Maxime snapped, glaring at Ethan with bloodshot eyes. "Brother, this man, he kidnapped me. He kicked me a few times. He said he would kill me!" His voice rose with fury.

A cold smile appeared on Axel’s lips.

The moment Maxime saw it, his hope vanished like ice hitting fire.

He froze, then trembled violently as realization hit him.

"B... Brother... You... You are the one who kidnapped me?"

"It seems you have not lost your mind," Axel replied calmly.

"Why?" Maxime demanded, his lips shaking, torn between outrage and fear. "Why did you do this? You know this is against the law, right?"

"Law?" Axel repeated.

He tilted his head back and laughed. Not a light laugh. A deep, amused, mocking laugh.

"Law?" he said again, more incredulous this time. "Since when do laws apply to me?"

Maxime stared at him, horrified. For a second, he seemed at a complete loss for words.

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