บททั้งหมดของ Maid To The Three Mafia Kings: บทที่ 221 - บทที่ 230

The clock on the dashboard read 11:45 PM. Evan drove down the winding road, his headlights cutting through the dark. Millie sat in the passenger seat, the low hum of the engine filling the quiet between them. She glanced over at him—his hands were tight on the wheel, his face calm.“This is the last one, Millie Berry,” he said, breaking the silence. “No more crappy motels after tonight. I swear.”Millie turned her head slightly. “You keep saying that. What’s this big surprise you won’t shut up about?”Evan smirked, eyes still on the road. “You’ll see.”She rolled her eyes but let it go.A few minutes later, they pulled into the motel parking lot. Evan shut off the engine, and they got out. He grabbed the duffel bag and his satchel from the backseat while Millie stretched her legs.“I’ll be right back,” he said, heading inside to check in.Millie leaned against the car, bored, kicking at a loose rock while she waited. When Evan came back, he tossed her the room key.“Second floor. Let’

The faint hum of the motel’s air conditioner filled the room as dawn crept through the thin, faded curtains. Millie woke first, her body sore in places she hadn’t expected. The events of the night before lingered in her mind—Evan’s rage, his intensity, the way he’d taken her with a ferocity she hadn’t seen before.Damn, she thought.She glanced at him, still asleep beside her, his chest rising and falling steadily. The bandage she’d wrapped around his knuckles after last night stood out against his skin.She slipped out of bed quietly, pulling on Evan’s shirt before digging through her bag for a fresh pair of panties. Careful not to wake Evan, she padded to the bathroom.In front of the mirror, she lifted the shirt and saw faint bruises on her arms and a small, tender mark on her buttcheek where he’d bitten her. She touched it carefully.Evan had always been the playful one, the charmer who bantered with her effortlessly. Last night, though, he’d been someone else entirely.She pulled

Clara paced the small bedroom, arms folded tightly across her chest. Her sneakers made soft, aimless sounds against the carpet as she walked in slow, restless loops. She’d changed out of the torn, smoke-stained clothes from the wreck into clean denim jeans and a plain T-shirt. The fabric felt stiff against her skin, but still, it was better than sitting around in her clothes after what happened.Now, her thoughts wouldn’t settle. They kept skipping between the phone call with Millie, the weight of Carlton’s death, and the uncomfortable reality that she was stuck in this house with Aidan—the last person she wanted to be marooned with during a crisis.She drifted to the window and looked out, hoping for a distraction. The street below was still and quiet, the kind of sleepy suburb that felt untouched by the rest of the world. A dog sniffed lazily at a mailbox. A couple of cars sat parked beneath the trees. Nothing moved. No answers out there.The door swung open behind her.She turned a

The car rolled to a stop in front of tall iron gates, their black bars catching the late afternoon light. Beyond them stretched a massive estate—manicured lawns blending into thick trees that lined the edge of a private lake. The house was huge, all stone and glass, with sharp lines and wide windows that reflected the water.Off to the side sat a helipad with faded paint, and a private boat ramp led to a sleek boathouse with a flat rooftop deck. High walls wrapped around the entire property, broken only by the main gate and a few guarded entry points. Armed men moved quietly along the perimeter, rifles slung low.Evan shifted into park and glanced over at Millie, who’d barely said a word the entire ride.“This is it.” He nodded toward the house. “You’ll be safe here. Go ahead.”Millie looked out the window, eyes scanning the edges of the property—the still water lapping at the ramp, the scale of everything. But her thoughts were still with Clara and the call with Aidan. “Okay,” She g

Evan strode down the wide hallway of the estate when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw Rose’s name on the screen.“Rose,” he answered, pausing near a window that overlooked the lake.“I just spoke with one of the guys at Burgess Island,” she said. “He’s still not talking.”Evan’s jaw tightened. “Alright. We’ll go there together.”“Your lift’s on its way to pick you up,” Rose added. “Should be there soon.”“Good,” he said, ending the call with a tap. He slipped the phone into his pocket, already thinking about what waited on Burgess Island. But for now, he still had a little time with Millie.He found her in the living room—wide and open, with a leather sectional facing the floor-to-ceiling windows. The lake outside caught the soft light of early evening.Millie was curled up on the couch, flipping through channels. She looked up when he came in, a small smile tugging at her lips.“Movie night?” she asked, holding up the remote. “Thought we could do something nor