Semua Bab Maid To The Three Mafia Kings: Bab 181 - Bab 190

“Hi,” Millie said with a soft smile.“Hello,” Evan replied, mirroring her expression.He flipped on the light switch, and the room was instantly bathed in a warm glow. As he shut the door behind them, Millie glanced at the clock on the wall—it was already five in the afternoon.“So…” Evan started, settling into the chair in the corner. “I hope you enjoyed lunch. Any thoughts on dinner?” He glanced at the clock, as if gauging how much time they had.Millie let out a small laugh. “Yeah, that was probably the longest lunch I’ve ever had. And honestly? I don’t think I’ll be hungry again for at least eight hours.”Evan smirked. “Well, if you change your mind, they’re open 24 hours. Their chocolate cake is amazing, by the way. Super moist, practically melts in your mouth.”Millie looked at him for a moment, then smiled to herself. Evan noticed immediately.“What?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.“What?” she echoed playfully.“That smile.” He narrowed his eyes. “What was that about?”Mi

Ethan woke to a sharp, searing pain in his side. A hiss slipped through his teeth, followed by a low string of curses. His breath came in shallow gasps as his body struggled to adjust to the discomfort. Blinking against the lingering haze of sleep, he forced his eyes open, his unfocused gaze sweeping the room.Above him, wooden beams stretched across the ceiling, their deep, rich browns glowing in the soft afternoon light. They creaked faintly under the weight of rustic twig lights. Something about them felt familiar, yet his thoughts remained tangled in a fog that refused to lift.He stretched an arm across the bed, his fingers brushing against plush pillows dressed in muted shades of cream and beige. The blankets lay in disarray, half-tossed aside, as though he had been restless in his sleep.A slow inhale filled his lungs with the faint scent of lavender, drifting from the small bouquet resting on the bedside table. The fragrance mingled with the crisp, earthy aroma of the outdoors

Millie lay on the motel bed, staring at the ceiling. Her breathing was calm, steady. Outside, everything was quiet—just the occasional footsteps and a car rolling by now and then. Nothing else. All she could do was listen and think.She inhaled deeply and let it out just as the door opened.“We have to go,” Evan said, stepping in and shutting it behind him.Millie sat up fast. “What’s going on?”“I’ll explain in the car.” He crouched beside the bed and pulled out a black duffel bag. When he unzipped it, she saw what was inside—guns. A revolver, a pistol, extra rounds, even a shotgun.“Where are we going this time?” she asked, getting up and grabbing the sneakers by the door. She had nothing else to pack.Evan took out two handguns, checked the ammo, and slid them into holsters on his sides. “We drive. We stop before night.”Millie nodded. No more questions. Just action.She tied her shoes and looked up at him. For a second, she just watched.His white shirt was smudged with road dust,

Aidan’s footsteps echoed softly on the polished marble floors of the Hearst mansion. He had walked these halls countless times before, always greeted by the warm smiles of the staff. But today, their smiles were different—tight with concern, edged with something unsaid.No doubt they had heard about what happened at Cedar Ridge. Or about the Morettis being attacked.“Mr. Moretti, how have you been?” one of the house staff asked, his voice laced with worry.Aidan offered a small, measured smile as he reached the grand staircase. “I’m fine, Robert.”Robert nodded, relief softening his features. “Glad to hear that, sir.”Aidan ascended the stairs. At the top, he turned down a long hallway, passing two nurses in uniform. They acknowledged him with polite smiles and slight nods. He returned a quick nod of his own before stopping in front of a large door.Just as he reached for the handle, the door swung open. A man stepped out—his neatly styled, graying hair and dark gray checkered suit gi

“Yeah, I just got in… See you,” Aidan said into his phone, pressing it to his ear as he stepped into his penthouse. The city lights spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long, tired shadows. “Okay, see you,” he added before hanging up.It was the first time he’d been back since Cedar Ridge—since seeing Millie again. The memories hit fast and uninvited, like an old song sneaking up on you in a grocery store. The first time she walked into this place, she cleaned like she belonged here. Like she had every right to leave a mark.Shaking off the thought, he crossed the room to his minibar, grabbed a bottle of rum, and poured himself a drink. The skyline stretched beyond the glass, indifferent and endless. He let his fingers linger around the glass, the coolness grounding him for a moment. Then, dragging the sofa closer to the window, he sank and stared out at the city below, the hum of traffic a distant, soothing murmur.The doorbell rang.He exhaled, took a long pull stra