The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 209

Chapter 209: The Judgment

Axel lowered his gun and handed it to Liam without a word.

Then he walked forward slowly, his footsteps echoing across the marble floor.

The air grew thick, heavy with his presence.

Even without a weapon, his aura was suffocating.

William Walters tried to straighten himself, his pride still clawing for air. But his body betrayed him. His legs trembled violently, his hand slick with blood.

He sank back against the floor, breathing hard, glaring weakly at the man before him.

Axel stopped a few steps away, his tall frame casting a shadow over William’s figure. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His silence was far more terrifying than any threat could be.

William felt the weight of Axel’s stare press down on him, suffocating him. For the first time in his life, he felt powerless, truly powerless.

He swallowed hard, his voice hoarse. "W-what... what do you want?" he rasped. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Axel didn’t answer immediately. He tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable.

There was no warmth left in his eyes, none of the tenderness he’d shown Evelyn minutes earlier. His calmness now felt deadly.

When he finally smiled, it was not the smile of a man; it was the cold, eerie curve of someone who could take someone’s soul.

That smile could have frozen the blood in anyone’s veins.

William’s pulse quickened, and his breath caught painfully in his chest. His mind tried to process what his eyes were seeing, what his body already knew.

He realized too late that the man standing before him was not just Evelyn’s husband. Axel Knight was Alexander Knight’s son... the son of his greatest enemy.

And now, that son stood before him. He looks calm but also dangerous.

Axel’s presence was suffocating. His tall frame cast a long shadow across the blood-streaked marble floor. When he finally spoke, his tone was low and steady, a voice that could slice through bone.

"I don’t know what happened between you and my father," he began, eyes sharp, "but if you ever try to harm my wife again, I will return it to you tenfold."

William Walters didn’t respond. His jaw clenched tightly, veins straining at his neck. His bloodshot eyes burned with hate, yet even that fire was beginning to fade, smothered by the power radiating from Axel.

Axel took another step closer. His gaze was sharp as a knife, leaving no room for resistance. "Do you understand?"

The words were simple. But something was terrifying in how quiet they were. There was no shouting, no rage. Just a cold and cruel certainty.

In that instant, William understood. This wasn’t a conversation or a warning. It was judgment, and maybe, execution.

His throat tightened. He wanted to spit an insult, to assert his pride as a man who once commanded an entire company, but his voice betrayed him.

Instead, William nodded once. A weak, broken gesture. He knew it was over. He had already lost. Lost to this young man, his daughter’s husband.

For a fleeting moment, Axel seemed to relax. But then his gaze darkened again, a storm rising behind those icy eyes.

Without warning, he stepped forward and pressed his leather shoe hard against William’s knee.

The sound that followed cracked through the room like lightning.

A howl of agony burst from William’s throat as the joint gave way under Axel’s weight.

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