Alle Kapitel von Marry Mafia King or My Fifth Fiancés Dies: Kapitel 81 – Kapitel 90

“Say that again, Richard, and I’ll put a bullet through your jaw before you finish the breath.”Maximilian’s voice didn’t rise, but the deadly, freezing chill in his tone sent a sudden shudder straight down my spine. He shifted instantly, his massive frame completely cutting off Richard’s line of sight, turning himself into an impenetrable wall of Kevlar and steel between me and the old man behind the desk. His right hand rested on the grip of his sidearm, the knuckles white, his posture coiled like a predator ready to spring.The old man didn’t even blink. He took another deliberate sip of his red wine, the crystal glass clinking softly as he set it down on the polished mahogany surface.“Twenty-eight years, Emery,” Richard said, his gravelly voice echoing through the vast, dimly lit room, ignoring Maximilian entirely.He leaned forward into the soft pool of yellow light cast by the brass desk lamp, revealing sharp, hollow cheekbones and eyes that carried the cold, dead stillness of

“You’re lying,” I whispered, the words rasping against my dry throat as my palm remained pressed flat over my lower belly, feeling the fragile, miraculous warmth beneath my sweater.“Am I?” Richard chuckled, a dry, rattling sound that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. He didn’t flinch away from the matte-black barrel of Maximilian’s sidearm aimed directly at his forehead. “Ask your husband, Emery. Ask him what was really inside that encrypted silver drive he handed you in the bedroom this morning.”My head snapped toward Maximilian. The sharp, terrifying line of his jaw had gone completely rigid, his dark eyes fixed on the old man with a lethal, unyielding intensity that sent a cold wave of panic crashing through my chest.“How is it in my hands, Richard?” I demanded, my voice cracking as I stepped closer to the mahogany desk, my knuckles turning white against the polished wood. “How could a physical drive be in my possession when I didn’t even know it existed until a

“Don’t you dare put your hand near that scorched steel, Emery!”Maximilian’s roar echoed off the high, shattered ceiling as he grabbed my wrist, pulling me back two full steps from the smoking wall safe.The red digital timer on the box flickered wildly—00:02:45 ... 00:02:44—it’s crimson glow casting erratic, ominous shadows over the charred leather cylinder resting inside.“The fail-safe is an incinerator, Maximilian!” I shouted back, my heart hammering against my ribs so violently I could feel the pulse in my throat. “It’s a localized thermite charge! If that timer hits zero, the physical ledger turns to ash, and every answer my father died to protect dies with it!”“I don’t care about the answers if a thermite charge takes your hands with it!” Maximilian barked, his face dark with a terrifying, unyielding fury.He shoved me behind his broad frame, stepping straight into the line of smoke.“Stay back!”“Maximilian, look at the latch!” I yelled over the sharp hiss of chemical fumes f

“What does she mean by that, Maximilian?”My voice was barely a whisper, thin and trembling against the hum of the elevator gears, but it felt like a shattering glass bottle inside the confined space.Maximilian’s thumb swiped across the dark screen, extinguishing the glowing text, but his face had already hardened into a wall of pure granite.He didn’t answer right away. He simply shifted his grip, drawing me closer against his broad chest, his hand covering my lower abdomen in an instinctive, fierce barrier.“She’s playing mind games, Emery,” he rasped, his dark eyes fixed on the descending floor numbers. “She’s cornered, her network is burning, and she’s trying to drive a wedge between us before Lucas brings her in.”“I don’t even remember the last time I spoke to her!” I choked out, a cold sweat breaking out over the back of my neck. “I was nine years old when she walked out of my mother’s funeral! How could I possibly have anything to do with her choosing Richard?”“You don’t,” M

The red text on the dashboard screen pulsed like a freshly opened wound, spelling out the exact hour, minute, and route of my medical appointment.“Cancel the clinic,” I whispered, the words barely carrying over the steady hum of the armored SUV’s engine. “If she has the schedule, that clinic is going to be a kill zone.”“No,” Maximilian growled, his grey eyes fixing on the digital timestamp with a lethal, crystalline focus that made the air in the cab freeze. “We don’t cancel it. We execute it.”“Are you insane?” I turned on him, my hand instinctively tightening over my stomach where my two babies rested in quiet warmth. “You just saw the leak! She knows the exact street! She knows the exact window!”“She knows the schedule we gave the mole, Emery,” Maximilian corrected, his raspy voice dropping into a smooth, terrifying calm that sent a shiver straight down my spine. “Dr. Aris is already setting up a mobile ultrasound unit in the sub-basement of the main estate. You’re not stepping