The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 338

Chapter 338: Kill!

"Confirmed! It was NM!" From: E

Axel stared at the message glowing on his screen.

For a long second, the room seemed to shrink around him.

The gentle hum of the heater behind him faded into the background as rage surged cold and sharp through his veins.

His jaw tightened, and his eyes darkened.

’Damn it. Natalie Martinez.’

His fingers curled around the phone until the edges dug into his palm.

’How dare you hire an assassin to kill my wife? Are you really tired of living?’

The fury threatened to tear out of him, but he swallowed it down, painfully aware of his wife sleeping just a few steps away. He glanced at her lying peacefully on the bed, her breathing soft and even.

Axel forced himself to stay silent, to keep the storm locked in his chest, but it was difficult.

He turned away from her, stepping out of the bedroom and into the living area of the VIP suite.

The early-morning light filtered through the massive glass windows, painting the city in muted gold. Axel stopped in front of the glass, staring out at the horizon as the sun began to rise.

A new day.

For the city, at least.

’Bitch! You ordered an assassin to kill my wife,’ he thought coldly. ’Then I’ll send one to you.’

There was no hesitation. No doubt.

Axel lifted his phone and made a call.

It rang once.

"Good morning, boss," Ethan’s cheerful voice answered, far too light for the command that was about to follow. "What’s your order?"

Axel’s voice was calm. Deadly calm as he ordered, "Kill her."

There was no pause. No surprise.

"Got it," Ethan replied smoothly. "I’ll carry it out immediately."

They exchanged a few more brief, coded words before Axel ended the call.

He lowered his phone and stood there, unmoving, watching the sun climb higher, its warmth doing nothing to thaw the ice settling in his heart.

After a while, Axel finally moved.

Instead of returning to Evelyn’s side, he entered the adjacent room reserved for family members.

He took a long, hot shower, letting the water beat against his back as if it could wash away the bloodstained thoughts clinging to him.

However, it didn’t.

When he emerged, dressed in a clean black shirt, sleeves rolled neatly to his elbows, the rage was gone from his face. In its place was the familiar, composed mask he wore so well.

He returned briefly to Evelyn’s room, standing beside her bed.

His gaze softened instantly, the corners of his lips lifting into a faint smile when he saw her pretty face in her sleep.

All thoughts of Natalie Martinez vanished from his mind... as if she no longer existed.

...

In another room down the hall, Oliver stirred awake.

The first thing he remembered was his mother.

His eyes flew open.

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