My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin

Chapter 420: Can’t Keep Ignoring The Signs

Lucian sat quietly in Tommy’s private ward. After stabilizing, Tommy was finally transferred out of the intensive care unit. The patient was still on close monitoring, but they were all just waiting for him to wake up.

Lucian’s eyes remained on the unconscious man.

His thoughts, however, were elsewhere.

Before coming here, Liza had spoken to him.

Their conversation continued to replay in his mind.

"Did you know?" she had asked. "About Marshal and Tommy... and what the Di Carpios did to our family?"

Lucian answered honestly. "Until recently, I didn’t."

Silence settled between them before Liza continued.

"Tommy may have retired a long time ago, but people still seek him out—either to ask for help or to drag him back into the same hell he crawled out of. I think you understand that more than anyone."

She held his gaze.

"And there are people in his past who swore to lay down their lives for one another." She paused. "They didn’t take what happened to Tommy lightly, and there’s no way they would if he truly succumbed to his injuries. Somebody has to pay."

Liza drew a slow breath.

"Lucian, I’m telling you this because I trust you. I trust Ashley. Maybe I’m making the biggest mistake of my life, but I trust that Tommy wasn’t as blind as I was."

Her expression hardened.

"But the people who cared about Tommy don’t know you or your family. They believe Marshal was behind everything, while Dominion carried it out. They believed Dominion is in on it."

Her eyes dimmed.

"Just like how Marshal had our child killed by borrowing someone else’s strength... then used his own daughter as a shield because he knew Tommy would never harm an innocent. They believed it was the same thing."

Lucian remained silent, but he listened to every word.

"Many people disagreed with Tommy’s decision to let it go." A bitter smile crossed her face. "Myself included."

"But because he chose to let it go, we were able to build the life we have now. Had he chosen revenge... I don’t think I would’ve only lost our child." She lowered her eyes. "I would’ve lost my husband too."

Another silence followed.

Finally, she looked back at him.

"Tommy has a former henchman. His name is Julio," she said. "He’ll be sending people to pick us up. If Dominion resists, blood will be spilled."

She shook her head. "I’m telling you because I need one favor."

Lucian still remembered the determination in her eyes.

Compared to the devastated woman from the night before, today’s Liza showed him that strength and vulnerability could exist side by side.

Her request had been simple.

"Tell your men not to make contact with them." She paused. "Julio is a dangerous man, Lucian. He only listens to Tommy. I’ll deal with him. I just don’t want anyone else getting hurt."

Lucian had agreed.

Now, he sat alone in Tommy’s room while Ashley was elsewhere and his men continued working.

"Even the people who left the underground came to the same conclusion," he murmured, his gaze never leaving Tommy.

Learning that Julio still existed didn’t surprise him.

If anything, he had expected it.

Had Tommy never walked away from the underground, his name would’ve stood alongside Dominion’s.

Lucian leaned back slightly, tapping his fingers against the armrest.

"What bothers me..." he muttered, "...is Marshal."

Marshal’s name had appeared far too often since last night.

At first, Lucian dismissed the thought as paranoia.

After all, Isabella had also become a victim. But after speaking with Liza, the uneasiness returned stronger than before.

"Marshal borrowed someone else’s strength..." he whispered, his fingers stopped tapping the armrest. "If I assume Marshal orchestrated everything... and Isabella’s attack was simply another piece of the plan to divert suspicion..."

His eyes narrowed. "Then who helped him?"

One thing Lucian knew for certain was that Marshal wasn’t capable of planning an operation this sophisticated.

Even if Scott had handled the strategy, it still didn’t add up.

Then another memory surfaced.

Tommy had gone to kill Marshal in the past. Yet somehow, Marshal’s mistress and illegitimate daughter had conveniently been there, forcing Tommy to stop.

Last night, Lucian hadn’t questioned it.

Everything had happened too quickly. Tommy’s life had been hanging by a thread. There was simply no room for these thoughts.

But now, with Tommy stable and his own thoughts no longer clouded by urgency, those small details began connecting one after another.

"I’ve always wondered..." Lucian muttered as he took out his phone. "If Marshal hated Ashley that much... why didn’t he simply kill her?"

To outsiders, Ashley had always been portrayed as the Di Carpios’ spoiled, rebellious bastard daughter.

A girl pampered beyond reason.

The family had carefully built that image for years.

But those within the Di Carpios knew the truth.

And so did Lucian.

Not because of his investigation. Because Ashley herself— the young Ashley— had once told him she was afraid of her father.

In the present time, Ashley’s only explanation for why Marshal allowed her to live was that he had mistaken her for a boy when she was born.

Until now, Lucian had accepted that explanation.

But the more he thought about the kind of man Marshal truly was — a man without shame, without compassion, and without hesitation — the less that explanation made sense.

The thoughts he had deliberately ignored until now came rushing back all at once.

Without another moment’s hesitation, he dialed Gustav.

The call connected almost immediately.

"Look into Marshal and the Di Carpio family’s activities over the past several months," Lucian ordered. "I want everything."

"His alliances. His enemies. His victories. His losses — I want a complete profile," he stressed one by one.

His gaze returned to Tommy. After a brief pause, he added,

"And investigate every one of Marshal’s affairs—past and present. Including Ashley’s mother. I want to know exactly what happened between them."

Lucian ended the call without waiting for a reply.

Leaning back in his chair, he let out a slow breath.

"She isn’t going to like me digging through her past," he murmured. "But I can’t keep ignoring the signs when they’re all pointing in the same direction."