The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 325

Chapter 325: We Captured Them!

Almost another hour crawled by.

Then his phone buzzed again.

Axel reacted instantly, snatching it up so fast it nearly slipped from his grasp.

Ethan’s name appeared.

He answered before the second ring.

"Axel, we captured them!"

Those words were like gasoline on a flame.

A sinister spark ignited in Axel’s gaze. His shoulders were stiff, and his jaw was ticking hard enough to ache. The grief in his chest did not vanish, but it sharpened into something lethal.

"Where?" Axel asked, voice ice cold.

"Old district warehouse. They tried crossing the border. We cornered them before they reached Nevalis."

Axel couldn’t be happier to hear this now. Those bastards chose Nevalis, the city where his men ruled the underground like a kingdom forged in gunpowder and steel. They couldn’t have chosen a worse place to run.

Ethan continued, "Anthony and his team are securing the perimeter. We have all six of them alive. I arrived and started to interrogate, but—"

Axel cut in, voice low. "I’m on my way."

"Should I start—?"

"No," Axel snapped. "No one kills them until I arrive. They tried to kill my wife. They killed my child. They don’t get to scream before I get there.... I will take their life!"

His free hand curled into a fist, nails digging into his palm as he left the room. He met a few of his men outside and asked them to call someone to have a car ready for him.

"Yes," Ethan replied. "We’ll wait."

Axel ended the call.

When the elevator opened, Liam was inside, surprised to see him.

"Boss... Do you need something?" He asked, confused, as Axel seemed to leave the floor.

Axel didn’t rush to answer him. His heart remained split in two. Half in that operating room with Evelyn, half already in that warehouse where justice waited to be delivered by his own hands.

After a long moment of silence, Axel finally spoke.

"I need to go to the old warehouse. They captured them."

Liam’s posture straightened immediately.

"Ah, they already told you. Yes, that’s right. Ethan already interrogated them, boss." He lowered his voice, holding the elevator door open. "I will drive you there."

Axel said nothing as he entered, his expression unreadable, eyes flat like steel cooled in winter.

The elevator doors slid shut.

As it descended, Axel pulled out his phone, thumbs moving across the screen to text David Hamm.

"Dave, Finley Morgan will come to visit. Please receive him on my behalf."

After sending the text, he pocketed the phone. No hesitation. No second thoughts.

Liam’s car screeched into motion, merging onto the highway.

The world outside blurred into streaks of color, but Axel didn’t see any of it. His mind drifted back to the scene he had seen on the cliff.

Not long after, a notification chimed.

"Why did Finley come to visit you in the hospital? Did he know about my sister-in-law’s accident?" From: David Hamm

Another message arrived before Axel could reply.

"Axel, you left the hospital? Where are you going? Did you return home to take my nephew, Oliver?" From: David Hamm

Axel closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He reminded himself of why he was leaving. Evelyn’s surgery would take hours... possibly longer. By the time she came out, she would be unconscious from anesthesia. She would not wake up soon.

This window of time was all he had.

Five seconds. Ten. Fifteen.

Then—

"E-Evelyn... my sister-in-law is related to Morgan’s family?" David’s voice cracked.

"Hmm. Her grandmother is Theodore Morgan’s lost twin sister."

A sputtering sound came from the phone. Then a shout. "Damn! Axel Knight! You married into a bigshot family!"

Axel’s smirk deepened, though his eyes stayed cold. "I didn’t marry the family. I married Evelyn."

He ended the call shortly after, instructing David to greet Finley and keep him company until he returned in two hours.

Two hours. Enough to kill six men. Enough to find the thread that led to the mastermind.

The highway stretched ahead, long and dark.

Liam drove like the car was made of bullets.

After nearly an hour of speed bordering on illegal, the vehicle turned into the industrial outskirts.

Abandoned warehouses lined the area like rusted tombstones of forgotten businesses. A perfect place for secrets. An ideal place for violence.

The car rolled to a stop.

Ethan and several men waited outside one of the buildings. The dark metal door towered behind them like the gates to Hell.

"Boss," Ethan greeted him, bowing his head. "We’ve secured them inside."

Axel stepped out of the car.

The air felt heavier here. Thick with dread. Filled with the promise of suffering.

He adjusted his sleeves calmly, each movement precise. Controlled. The calm before the storm.

Every step he took toward the warehouse door echoed like a countdown.