The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 381

Chapter 381: The Danger Signal

"Capture him!" the gang leader barked, his voice slicing through the cold night. "If he resists, beat him hard. As long as you don’t kill him, the boss will be satisfied."

"Aye!"

"Yes, leader!"

"Consider it done!"

The responses came fast and eager, like hungry dogs finally unleashed.

Seventeen men moved at once, spreading into a loose circle around Ethan.

Under the harsh glow of the car headlights, steel flashed as each of them pulled out a blade.

Ethan glanced at the knives, then back at the men. His expression remained calm, almost amused.

Without anyone noticing, the blade at his back moves into his hand, prepared to strike anyone who stands before him.

One of the thugs lunged forward, impatient. Another cracked his neck, grinning. Snow fell thicker now, dusting their shoulders and hair, turning the scene strangely cinematic.

"Are you guys attacking me together?" Ethan asked, his voice smooth and steady.

The leader smirked. "Scared now?"

Ethan smiled, slow and dangerous. "Not scared. Just thinking about how inconvenient it will be for you to explain this failure to your boss."

The thugs roared and charged. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

And in that instant, the quiet snowy night erupted into chaos.

...

At The Valley.

Nearing midnight, Axel was still sitting in his office... It was dark inside the room; the only light came from the silver moon in the sky.

The office was quiet, except for the occasional hum of electronics and the soft, impatient tapping of his index finger against the wooden desk.

Tak. Tak. Tak.

His eyes flicked toward the digital clock at the corner of his table.

There were still a few minutes left before the deadline he had given Collins. Yet, the absence of a call was already testing his patience.

"Is it really that difficult to find Aunty Martha’s son?" he muttered under his breath, leaning back in his chair. His tone was calm, but the faint tension in his jaw betrayed him.

Axel was not the kind of man who waited without preparation. He reached for his phone, intending to call Collins himself.

But just as his fingers brushed the screen, the device vibrated. Collins’ name appeared.

Axel gave a faint, humorless smile. "Perfect timing."

He answered immediately. "Collins."

"Boss, I’m sorry... something happened," Collins said. His voice was hurried and clipped, and he sounded filled with tension. The rapid clicking of a keyboard echoed through the line.

Axel’s expression sharpened. "What do you mean? Have you failed?"

There was a brief pause, as if Collins swallowed hard.

"No, I’m not failed. But, sir... It’s Ethan. He pressed the danger signal a few minutes ago."

Axel’s relaxed posture vanished. He sat up straight, his eyes turning cold.

The danger signal was not a casual panic button. It was a final resort. A silent call for emergency rescue. Something only used when a life was genuinely at stake.

And Ethan Wright was not a man who pressed that button lightly.

Ethan was skilled, trained, ruthless when necessary, and painfully capable of taking care of himself. For him to activate the danger signal meant one thing and one thing only.

He was in real danger.

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