The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover-Chapter 377: Capture Him Alive!

A few days later.

It was a day after Natalie Martinez’s burial.

A black luxury car tore through the narrow roads of the old town, its engine roaring against the quiet morning.

Outside the window, traditional storefronts, hanging lanterns, and early pedestrians passed in a blur. It was a charming view, the kind tourists paid to see.

But Blake Martinez was in deep grief. He could not enjoy a single second of it.

He sat in the back seat, hands clasped so tightly his knuckles had gone pale. His face was calm, but inside him, the grief quickly turned into rage. A rage coiled like a viper ready to strike.

His daughter had not died by her own hand.

That truth burned in his chest.

The investigation had finally yielded results. It was not Axel Knight, the culprit. But the real enemy had been hiding behind corporate smiles and polite handshakes.

The Wright Group.

More specifically, X-Guard—one of Wright’s private security subsidiaries. A clean, professional company on paper. A silent killing machine in reality.

Blake had wasted time suspecting the wrong target. If he had stopped at assumptions, Natalie’s killer would have walked free. The thought alone made his blood boil.

’You think you can escape after what you did to my daughter?’ he thought coldly. ’You think you can erase your tracks that easily?’

He wanted to storm into Wright’s headquarters, drag Ethan Wright out by his collar, and demand answers with his bare hands.

But Blake Martinez did not survive in the business world by acting on impulse.

Revenge required patience. Precision. A perfect plan.

He drew a slow breath, forcing the heaviness in his chest down where it could simmer into something sharper.

"How much longer until we arrive?" he asked without looking up.

The driver stiffened slightly, glancing at him through the rearview mirror before returning his eyes to the road. "Five minutes, sir."

Blake’s gaze lifted, icy and unforgiving. "Make it two minutes."

The driver swallowed and pressed the accelerator harder. The car surged forward.

Less than three minutes later, the car slid to a stop in front of a five-story building tucked between abandoned warehouses. From the outside, it looked like an old logistics office. From the inside, it was one of Blake’s private operational bases.

Several men in black suits were already waiting near the entrance. Their posture was rigid, their expressions tense. They looked less like loyal subordinates and more like men awaiting judgment day.

Blake stepped out of the car without a greeting. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

One of his trusted men, Victor, immediately approached. "Sir," he said, bowing slightly. "Everything is prepared."

Blake walked forward, his shoes clicking against the pavement in slow, deliberate steps. The men parted to make way for him, their eyes lowered. No one dared speak unnecessarily today.

Inside the building, the atmosphere was dim and cold. Screens flickered on the walls, displaying maps, files, and photos. At the center of it all was one image.

Ethan Wright.

Blake stopped before the screen, his eyes narrowing.

Victor stood beside him and began his report. "We have confirmed Ethan Wright’s current movements. His security detail is heavy, but not impenetrable. We have also identified X-Guard members linked to the operation at Pine Mountain."

Blake listened without blinking.

"How did you find out they are linked? Are you sure about that?" Blake asked.

"A few days before young Miss’s death, a few people from X-Guard seemed to visit the mountain, hiding in the woods, to survey the terrain near the cabin. Even though we don’t have strong evidence that Ethan Wright is personally responsible, I believe he is responsible for the young miss’s death because he is the sole owner of Wright Group, X-Guard..."

Blake nods, agrees to Victor’s explanation. "Continue!" He orders.

Victor continued, "Our next step is to capture Ethan Wright alive, but we must do so discreetly. If we capture him openly, the Wright Group will panic and do everything they can to protect their boss. We can’t let them realize we’re the ones targeting him."

A faint smile tugged at the corner of Blake’s lips, sharp enough to make the men in the room unconsciously straighten their backs.

"Good," Blake said. "Let him feel fear before he meets me. I will torment him until he forgets who he is and hears his explanation for why he sent an assassin to kill Natalie. Then, send him to the afterlife to reunite with his ancestors."

Victor hesitated slightly before adding carefully, "Sir, once this begins, there will be no turning back. We know Wright has influence in a certain city, but we can’t truly gauge how deep their power..."

Blake’s eyes remained fixed on Ethan Wright’s image.

"They took my daughter from me. Once Natalie died, there was no going back. I don’t care how powerful they are; I just want Ethan Wright to tell me why he killed my daughter!"

"We will carry out the order," Victor said confidently. "Do not worry, boss. I will handle this matter cleanly."

Blake Martinez nodded in satisfaction. He lifted his hand and gave Victor’s shoulder a firm pat, a gesture that looked casual but carried the weight of command. "Good. That is the most important thing."

Victor straightened. "Anything more, sir?"

Blake reached into his coat pocket, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it with unhurried precision.

The flame briefly illuminated his face. He exhaled a thin stream of smoke toward the window.

For a brief moment, he said nothing, his mind moving through layers of plans within plans.

Then he spoke again. "About Axel Knight. You do not need to investigate him anymore."

Victor looked mildly surprised. "Understood, sir."

"But," Blake added, lifting a finger slightly, "put a few men on him anyway. Follow him. And his wife.... But you must remember one important thing: make sure they don’t notice our people."

Victor chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Ugh, sir... we already followed your earlier order. But it is challenging, if not impossible, to approach that person without him being aware of it. Axel Knight is... powerful."

"Why are you so afraid of him? He is not God. He’s a mere human being. There is no need to be afraid of him." Victor’s lips curved into a knowing smile. "Besides, we have another battlefield with him now." His tone turned meaningful, piquing Victor’s curiosity.