The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover-Chapter 343: Eliminated

The next day.

Darkness swallowed Pine Mountain whole. The forest stood silent beneath a silver moon, tall pines swaying as a cold wind cut through the air.

Winter was approaching, its cold breath sharp enough to sting the skin.

But the two figures racing through the woods did not seem to feel the cold.

They moved faster than the human eye could follow.

Shadows darting between trees. A blur of black against moonlight.

The crunch of frost beneath their boots was the only proof they were even there.

Half a mile from their destination, they stopped.

Ethan Wright stood atop a boulder partially hidden by branches. His breathing was steady. His expression was calm as his eyes stared ahead.

Beside him, Ren crouched with feline grace, her long dark hair tied back. Her eyes gleamed like a predator who had already tasted victory.

A modern cabin stood ahead, its large glass windows glowing warmly in the night. Smoke drifted from a chimney.

The area around the cabin looks so peaceful. Unaware that two assassins are now ready to ruin the silence and peace in that place.

Ethan stared at the cabin lights on the second floor. A slow smile curved his lips, sharp and void of warmth.

"You will pay the price, bitch."

Ren tilted her head to meet his eyes.

"Boss," she whispered, her tone oddly cheerful for someone preparing to commit murder. "You don’t have to do it yourself. I’m the second-best assassin in the group. I could eliminate the target in under three minutes. Maybe two if I’m feeling motivated."

Ethan glanced at her. "I know."

Ren puffed her cheeks slightly. "Then why deny yourself a comfortable chair and tea while I do the sweaty work?"

"This target is special," Ethan replied, his voice colder than the wind. "I need to deliver the punishment personally."

"So romantic..." Ren sighed dramatically. "Cold and severe vengeance with your own hands. Very poetic, boss."

Ethan ignored her.

In the next blink, both vanished from the boulder.

They reappeared behind the cabin fence without a sound.

Another blink, and they were on the wooden porch.

The lock on the back door clicked once, softly surrendering under Ren’s swift fingers.

They stepped inside.

The cabin was dim. Only a few yellow lamps glowed, casting warm pools of light on wooden floors and expensive furniture. The scent of lavender drifted through the air.

Ethan moved like a ghost. No wasted motion.

Ren followed behind him, eyes scanning, lips humming a quiet tune completely unfitting for the moment.

At the base of the staircase, Ethan paused.

"You wait here," he whispered. "Make sure the guards don’t interfere. If they appear... You know what to do."

Ren saluted lazily. "No worries, boss. I’ll handle the welcoming committee."

Ethan nodded once.

"I will be done in five minutes. Maybe less," he said, almost whispering.

Then he was gone.

A dark streak ascending the stairs, leaving no sound, no trace, only a faint chill in his wake.

Within seconds, he stood on the second floor, facing the master bedroom door.

Inside, Natalie Martinez slept peacefully, unaware that judgment had already come to her door.

Downstairs, Ren leaned against the wall near the door, pulling a small dagger from her belt and twirling it between her fingers.

"In five minutes or less," she murmured with a grin, "someone’s night will be ruined. That’s plenty of time, all things considered."

Outside, the wind howled through the pine trees.

Inside, the hunt had begun.

...

Less than five minutes had passed when Ren spotted Ethan descending the staircase.

He looked exactly the same as when he had gone up. Calm. Composed. Untouched. As if nothing significant had happened on the second floor of the cabin.

Ren pushed herself off the wall lazily.

"Are you done?" she whispered, blinking up at him.

"Yes," Ethan replied simply, not breaking stride.

"Efficient as promised and always."

He moved toward the back door. "No trace. Make sure everything is clean before we leave."

Ren lifted both hands in surrender. "No worries. I didn’t touch anything."

She leaned closer and whispered playfully, "Honestly, this cabin was way too neat. No cameras, no alarms. The target really trusted her guards outside. Poor life choices."

Ethan did not bother responding. His figure was already fading into motion again, slipping out into the night as though the cabin had never contained him at all.

Ren followed, closing the door without a sound.

They vanished into the forest.

The cold night air bit at their skin as they sped through the trees, faster than shadows, quieter than breath.

Frost cracked beneath their boots, but no sound carried far enough to betray them.

Within minutes, they reached the hidden vehicle waiting a mile away.

Ren slid into the driver’s seat, humming cheerfully as she started the engine.

The car rolled down the mountain road, disappearing into the darkness of Pine Mountain.

Inside the car, Ethan took out his phone. The clock on the screen told him it was past midnight.

He paused briefly, wondering if his boss had already fallen asleep beside his recovering wife.

Still, he typed.

"Done. Eliminated the target. On the way to the main base."

He sent it, then typed a second message.

"Any other instructions?"

The reply arrived quickly.

"Well done!"

A rare smile tugged at Ethan’s lips.

He could already imagine the satisfaction behind that short message. Natalie Martinez, the woman who dared send death toward Evelyn Knight, was now gone. Permanently. No more threats from her. No more shadows reaching for his boss’s family.

But another thought stirred quietly in Ethan’s mind.

Blake Martinez.

The father who had adored his daughter. The head of a family that still dared clash with their businesses in Grayenfall. How would he react when he discovered Natalie had vanished from the world?

While Ethan drifted in his own thoughts, Ren glanced at him while driving.

"Boss," she said lightly, "the Martinez Group won’t stay quiet after this. They’ll come looking."

Ethan’s gaze remained on the road ahead. "Let them."

Ren’s smile sharpened. "I was hoping you’d say that. I’d love a chance to handle Blake Martinez personally."