The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover-Chapter 344: The Real Boss

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

"No need," Ethan replied coolly. "Sooner or later, they will be eliminated from this country."

Ren let out a soft sigh, feeling a bit disappointed.

"You’re no fun, Boss. I was really looking forward to torturing that man. How dare he try to mess with us?" She expresses her anger without taking her eyes off the street ahead.

Ethan finally turned his eyes toward her. He could see her hand tighten on the wheel, enough to tell how annoyed this girl was.

"Relax, you will have your chances. Be patient."

Ren leaned back in her seat, satisfied enough. Then, curiosity crept into her tone.

"Boss... can I ask something?" 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Ethan did not answer immediately. He simply frowned, staring at her, suspicious that this girl would ask something she shouldn’t. Again!

Ren continued anyway. "Our real Boss... The one above you. I’ve never seen him. Never even heard his real name. What kind of man is he?"

The car seemed to grow quieter.

Ethan’s voice dropped, calm but firm. "That is not a question you should ask, Ren!"

Ren’s playful expression faded, replaced by instant respect. "Understood."

Ethan looked back at his phone, the last message still glowing on the screen. "Well done."

A smirk crossed Ethan’s face as he silently thought, ’Damn this girl! She is courting death by asking such a question.’

Ren’s question was one he couldn’t answer. Only a handful of people know that Axel is the true Boss of Wright Group. Even in the assassination division, only he and Collins knew.

Most people are only aware that Wright maintains a good relationship with Axel’s company, Apex Group, but the truth is that he was the true boss.

Ethan shook his head, trying to clear his mind. His gaze fixed straight ahead, the highway stretched toward Port Cape and the main base.

Behind them, Pine Mountain stood silent again, as though nothing had happened at all.

...

While in the Elaris, night wrapped the city in silence.

Axel stood by the large glass window of the VIP ward, his phone still glowing faintly in his hand.

"Done. Eliminated the target. On the way to the main base." From: E

He reread the message carefully, though he had already memorized every word the moment it arrived.

Natalie Martinez was no longer a problem.

A slow, relieved breath left his chest.

Satisfaction, relief, and something darker coiled together inside him. He was not proud of this side of himself. He had buried it for years, hidden beneath polished suits, business meetings, and the role of a respectable husband and father.

But tonight, that darkness stirred freely.

Because Natalie dared to touch Evelyn. She had dared to try to kill his family.

Axel knew Blake Martinez too well; that old man would not stay silent after this. The moment he discovered his daughter’s death, he would tear apart cities to find the culprit. He would bark, threaten, and claw at the world like a wounded beast.

However, he was not afraid.

If Blake wanted war, he would give it to him, without mercy.

He stared out at the sleeping city, the first hint of dawn still far away. For the first time since the accident, he allowed himself to feel victorious.

Then—

A soft sound from behind him.

Axel turned quickly.

On the bed, Evelyn’s lashes fluttered, her eyes half-open, unfocused at first. Then they found him.

"Axel?" Her hoarse voice was barely above a whisper. "Why didn’t you sleep?"

The darkness inside him vanished instantly, sealed away as if it had never existed.

He crossed the room in long strides, the phone disappearing into his pocket as though it had never carried blood on its screen.

"Do you need something?" he asked, already hovering over her. "Water? Are you in pain?"

She shook her head slowly, her gaze steady despite exhaustion. "I’m fine..." Her brows furrowed. "Why are you not sleeping? It’s past midnight."

Axel pulled a chair closer and sat beside her. He took her hand carefully, mindful of her wound.

"I don’t want to sleep in another room," he said, his voice softening. "I’d rather stay here with you."

Evelyn’s lips curved faintly, but guilt flickered in her eyes. "I’m sorry..."

"Oh, my pretty wife," Axel chuckled, lifting his free hand to gently cup her cheek. "If you say sorry one more time, I’ll charge you a fine."

"A fine?" Her lips twitched, almost a smile. "Mr. Knight, are you exploiting a patient?"

"Absolutely," he said shamelessly. "Hospital owner’s privilege."

Evelyn can’t help but quietly laugh, though it ended quickly when her chest twinged. Axel noticed instantly, his eyes sharpening with worry.

"Hey. Don’t laugh too hard. My heart can’t take seeing you in pain."

Evelyn relaxed again, her gaze softening. "Still... you should sleep. You’ve been awake for who knows how many days."

"I will sleep," Axel promised. "In there."

She glanced toward the sofa across the room. "That sofa is too short for your long legs. Your back will hurt."

"Thank you for your concern," he said gravely, placing a hand over his heart. "I will bravely endure this suffering as long as I’m next to you."

"Oh my goodness, Mr. Knight, stop trying to flutter me."

"I can’t resist it if it’s related to my goddess..." he murmured, leaning closer until his forehead brushed hers.

A quiet warmth settled between them, a fragile peace in the sterile hospital room.

Then Axel’s eyes brightened, as though remembering something pleasant. "Besides, this is our last night here."

Evelyn blinked. "Last night?"

He nodded, excitement flickering in his gaze.

"Dave finished the medical suite at home. Tomorrow, we go back. No more hospital food. No more nurses waking us every hour. And I get to hover over you legally in my own house."

Evelyn sighed, half exasperated, half touched. "You turned our guest house into a mini-hospital just for me."

"Of course," he said simply. "Where else would my wife recover? A normal hospital? Unacceptable."