The Mafia Series: Laxus Morgan (English Version)

LAXUS’S POV

"Please... have mercy! I have a family to feed!"

The desperate pleas of the man kneeling at Liander’s feet were deafening. He was a bloody mess, unrecognizable from the beating he’d already taken. I watched him, but I felt nothing. Not a single spark of pity.

I shed my coat, tossing it onto the leather couch, and gave a sharp nod to Unique Wilson, my sotto capo. Without a word, he handed me my weapon of choice: a .32 ACP calibre, the Welrod. It was a small piece of machinery, but it was efficient—designed to bury a soul before they even heard the shot. Its built-in silencer made it my personal favorite.

I tucked the gun into the waistband of my trousers and stepped into the dining area. I didn't use the gun yet. Instead, I let my fists do the talking. The room filled with the rhythmic sound of bone meeting flesh and his pathetic begging.

To me, it was music.

Every strike was fueled by pure, unadulterated outrage.

How could they lay a finger on her? I am the only one allowed to touch her.

I poured every ounce of my rage into the bastard, but even this didn't feel like enough. It wouldn't heal the marks they left on my woman. I would do anything for her—even if it meant painting the streets red with the blood of a thousand men.

I wanted him to feel a fraction of the agony I felt when I saw what happened. When his face was nothing more than a pulp of raw meat, I finally stopped. I stood up, turning my back on him.

"I’m going to count to ten," I said, my voice cold. "That’s how much time you have to get out of my sight."

"One... Two... Three..."

I heard him scrambling, gasping for air as he forced his broken body up.

"T-Thank you... Thank you, Boss!" He clawed his way toward the exit like a dying animal.

Unique handed me a clean towel. I wiped the blood from my knuckles, then pulled the Welrod from my waist, cleaning the barrel with the same blood-stained cloth.

"You’re just gonna let him go?" Liander Zamora, my consigliere, asked in disbelief, pointing a finger at the retreating man.

I didn't answer.

I raised the Welrod, aiming it steadily at the back of the

man's head. Just as his hand reached for the doorknob, a faint, sharp thud echoed through the room. His skull shattered, spraying crimson across the white door. He slumped to the floor, dead before he could even turn the handle.

"Nice, Boss! And here I thought you were finally getting soft," Liander let out a dark chuckle.

A smirk tugged at my lips. "My soft side is reserved only for my wife."

"Love... what a terrifying thing," he muttered, shaking his head as he moved to deal with the corpse.

"Clean this mess up," I commanded, turning to leave. "I’ll see you all later. I have things to attend to."

I walked out of my condo building, the chill of the parking lot hitting my face. As I reached for my car, my phone vibrated. The moment I saw the caller ID, the darkness in my chest didn't just fade—it vanished.

"Daddy?"

Her sweet, angelic voice filled my senses. I stopped in my tracks, a small, rare smile forming on my lips.

"Yes, wife? Did something happen? Tell me," I asked softly, the protective instinct ever-present in my chest.

"No... I’ve just been feeling weird lately. Can you buy me some apples, please? The sour ones. I really want them right now."

I frowned slightly. Apples? "I’m on my way, wife."

"Yehey! Thank you, hubby! My friends are here now anyway. Bye, love! See you later!"

The line went dead. I couldn't help but smile at her sudden whims. Whatever she wanted, she got. She had no idea that

I would kill a thousand more men just to ensure she stayed safe enough to crave something as simple as apples.

I started the engine. I would protect this happiness at all costs. I would never let anyone take her from me.

But in the world I rule, I should have known that forever is a luxury I could never truly afford.