บททั้งหมดของ Maid To The Three Mafia Kings: บทที่ 201 - บทที่ 210

For what felt like forever, Evan and Millie drove without a single word. Millie stared out the window, watching the world whip by in a blur. Her mind spun, still tangled up in what she’d just seen.Had it happened? Had she watched Evan take that woman’s life—right there, in front of her? And had she come so close to dying herself, just a breath away from the end?The old Millie—no matter how much she had tried to act tough—would have shattered under the weight of this night. She wouldn’t have stood a chance. And that version of herself, it seemed, was long gone.Sitting there, she could still feel the cold dread of Emily’s knife pressing against her throat. The heavy, helpless knowing that death was inching closer had frozen her in place. Then came the rush of relief—wild and overwhelming—when Evan burst in.He’d ended it so fast, no hesitation, no mercy, all to save her. She could still see the fire in his eyes, a fierce, untamed look she’d never seen before. It turned him into someo

Evan woke before Millie, early light filtering through the inn’s thin curtains. After everything that happened yesterday—and the heat that sparked between them last night—they’d passed out the second they hit the bed.They were both so wiped from the drive, they hadn’t even bothered to undress—shoes still on.Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Evan glanced at Millie, still out cold beside him. Smiling quietly, he pulled off her sneakers, then her socks, and dropped them to the floor. A few strands of hair clung to her cheek. He brushed them back and tucked them behind her ear.He propped himself up on one elbow and just watched her. She was still, breathing softly. Peaceful. It was rare—and honestly, kind of ridiculously cute.His eyes drifted from her neck to the slow rise of her chest. Without really thinking, his fingers slipped under the hem of her shirt, brushing the skin of her stomach. He traced slow circles around her navel.Millie flinched slightly at the touch, and he smirked—

"She's here, Mr. Moretti."Shadows shifted across the room, moving with the firelight. The scent of burning cedar hung in the air, mixing with the sharper edge of brandy.Ethan Moretti sat shirtless on a leather couch, staring into the flames. He held a glass of brandy, the amber catching the light.“Let her in,” he said, not looking at the tall redhead nearby—heels, legs, and cool confidence.She nodded and crossed the room, opening the door. A second woman stepped in, wrapped in a red trench coat that swayed as she moved. She stopped just past the doorway as it clicked shut behind her.The redhead looked back. “Anything else, Mr. Moretti?”“You can go,” he said, still watching the fire.She left without a word, leaving him alone with the woman in the coat.The woman took a slow breath and looked at him. She didn’t speak, just watched him with a quiet, almost admiring look.Ethan drained the rest of his brandy, then finally turned to face her. He studied her for a moment, then stood

The abandoned warehouse smelled of rust and damp concrete. Cracks in the walls let slivers of late afternoon light filter in. Dust floated in the air, barely disturbed since Aidan, Carlton, and Clara had stumbled inside hours ago—bloody and breathless.A rickety wooden table stood in the center, cluttered with bloody bandages and a beat-up first-aid kit Carlton had grabbed from a gas station. Aidan’s sleeve was rolled up, his arm tightly wrapped where a bullet had grazed him—just a red line now, patched up but still pulsing.He paced near the table, boots scraping against the grimy floor. Carlton leaned against a rusted beam with his arms crossed, watching.Clara sat slumped on a broken couch shoved against the wall, springs poking through the fabric. Rico’s blood still speckled her jacket. Her hands twisted in her lap, restless.She didn’t speak. Her eyes moved between the two men, her pulse still racing from the morning’s hell. The shootout replayed in her mind—gunfire, bodies dropp

Evan kept his hands on the wheel, eyes on the road, and night air rushing in through the open window. Millie sat beside him, fidgeting with the hem of her dress.Across the street, bass thumped from a nightclub. The music pulsed through the car as a crowd gathered outside. Two tattooed bouncers stood near the door under a flickering neon sign.“All you have to do is walk in like you own the place,” Evan said. “Own it. Like everyone in there already wants you.”Millie stared at the entrance, heart racing. “Right. Okay.”Evan shot her a look, smirking. “You good?”She let out a shaky laugh. “Yeah. It’s just… the dress, that place. I’m not used to this. And those bouncers? They look like they’d swallow me whole.”His gaze slid down her body, hungry and unfiltered. “They won’t be the ones doing that tonight.”Heat curled in her belly. Before she could answer, Evan leaned in, his body brushing hers, his scent closing in. His hand slid up her thigh, fingers teasing under the dress.“Evan,”