The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover-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.

Panic surged through his small body as he sat upright, heart pounding.

He swung his legs off the bed and hopped down, ready to run—

Only to stop short when he saw Laura and Stella were sleeping on the sofa in the corner, curled awkwardly with blankets half-slipped to the floor.

Oliver narrowed his eyes at them.

"Aunty Stella?" he whispered. "Laura?"

No response.

He shuffled closer and gently poked Stella’s arm, "Aunty... Why are you sleeping here?"

Instantly, both women startled awake.

"Y-Young master... You are awake..." Laura shouted nervously, scrambling to her feet and smoothing her hair. "Oh no, I’m sorry. I fell asleep. Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? Let me prepare a delicious breakfast for you..."

Stella rubbed her eyes, then froze when she saw Oliver standing there in his pajamas. Her expression softened, sadness flickering behind her smile.

"Oh, little Oliver... come here," She opened her arms. "Let Aunty hug you."

But Oliver didn’t move. He simply shook his head firmly.

"No, Aunty. I need to see my mommy now. She is...in pain." His voice trembled.

The room went quiet.

Laura and Stella exchanged a glance, a silent conversation passing between them, and felt sorry to see him looking sad.

Finally, Laura crouched slightly, her voice gentle. "Young master, your daddy hasn’t told us if we can visit Madam yet. Please wait here while I check..."

"But it’s already morning," Oliver protested, his small brows knitting together. "You said mommy would see me in the morning."

Stella sighed softly and knelt in front of him, meeting his eyes as she said gently, "Little Oliv... mommy will see you. We just need to wait until the doctor says it’s okay."

Oliver pouted, clearly unconvinced. His feet shifted restlessly, ready to bolt at any second.

Thinking quickly, Laura clapped her hands. "How about breakfast first? Your Mommy will be happy to know you are already eating breakfast..."

His eyes beamed at hearing Laura’s words.

Worried he would refuse, Laura rushed toward the fridge as if it were a life-saving mission.

"Young master, I already planned it last night," Laura shouted from the mini kitchen area. "I will make your favorite sandwich."

Stella immediately caught on when she saw her nephew no longer as tense as before, "That’s right," she added brightly. "If Mommy knows you ate breakfast before seeing her, she’ll be delighted, don’t you think?"

Oliver turned to see Stella again.

"...Will she?" he asked suspiciously.

"She will be pleased," Stella nodded solemnly.

"...Okay," he agreed at last, though his eyes kept darting toward the door.

They finally managed to get him dressed and seated at the dining table.

As Oliver started to eat his sandwich, Stella chatted lightly, telling him how brave his mommy was and how proud she would be of him.

"But, Aunty, I hear Mommy in pain..."

Oliver’s round eyes look watery, and Stella freezes again, feeling her heart ache in her chest.

"That’s why we need Uncle Doctor to help her first, so she won’t feel any pain."

Just as he was about say something, a knock on the door stopped him—

"Knock. Knock."

Stella stiffened, turned her gaze to the door. "Hold on a moment, Oliver, let me check who’s at the door..." She stood and opened the door.