All Chapters of Her 3 Domineering Mafia Bodyguards : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Chapter 218Amanda’s POVThe ride back to Stefan’s condo was thick with a suffocating, heavy silence that felt entirely different from the warmth we had shared just hours before.The low, mechanical hum of the engine was the only sound filling the cabin of his sleek vehicle as we navigated the quiet streets. Stefan’s hands were clamped onto the steering wheel, his knuckles a stark, tense white against the dark leather. His jaw was set so rigidly that a small muscle in his cheek kept twitching in the dim light of the dashboard. Every few seconds, his dark eyes would flick to the rearview mirror, checking our tail with a sharp, militaristic focus, but I knew his mind was still stuck back in that sterile clinic hallway. He was radiating a raw, volatile energy that practically vibrated through the small space of the car.I sat quietly in the passenger seat, my fingers nervously tracing the soft silk of the vintage scarf wrapped around my neck. The memory of last night—of the sweet, breath

Chapter 220Nina’s POVThe dull thud near the doorway broke through the heavy silence of the morning, forcing both Dante and me to stir from our sleep.I stretched, shifting against Dante’s chest as my eyes fluttered open, blinking away the sleep. But the second my vision cleared, every muscle in my body instantly went rigid.I froze.Standing right at the open threshold was Nikolai. His face was ghostly pale, his eyes wide with a raw, shattered emotion that cut straight through me. Scattered across the dark wood of the floorboards at his feet were dozens of pristine, white lily petals—and the heavy bouquet he had dropped.Before I could even process the sheer terror knotting in my stomach, Nikolai swallowed hard, his jaw clenching as he slowly turned around, intending to leave the ruined flowers behind and walk away."Wait—Nikolai, stop!" I called out, my voice laced with panic and confusion.I threw off the heavy duvet, ignoring the cold air hitting my skin, and scrambled out of bed

Chapter 222Dante’s POVI grabbed the handwritten list, cold with fresh ink, and ejected the memory card from the tripod camera. Behind me, Washington was slumped forward against his restraints, sobbing quietly into his chest, completely stripped of his military pride. I didn't give him another glance as I stepped out of the cell and let the heavy steel door slam shut with a definitive, echoing bang.Upstairs, the house felt eerily still. The quiet was heavy, suffocating, carrying the unsaid weight of everything that had transpired between Nikolai, Nina, and me over the past twenty-four hours.I walked down the long, dimly lit corridor toward the server room. Pushing past the heavy acoustic door without waiting for an answer, I stepped inside.Nikolai didn't look up from his triple-monitor setup. The glow of the blue LED displays illuminated his sharp features, his fingers flying across his mechanical keyboard in a fast, rhythmic clatter. "I told you I was working, Dante," he said, hi

Chapter 224Dante’s POVThe dining room was quieter than it had been in weeks. The heavy mahogany table was set for three, the warm overhead lighting cutting through the usual gloom of the house. For a brief, fleeting moment, as the smell of dinner filled the air, it almost felt like we were normal people.Almost.Nikolai sat across from me, his plate barely touched. He set his wine glass down with a slow, deliberate tap against the dark wood. The quiet click echoed off the walls, drawing both my attention and Nina’s."I finished the secondary decryption while you two were preparing," Nikolai said quietly, his voice low, measured, and completely devoid of emotion.I paused, my fork hovering over my plate. "And?""I broke the master encryption on Washington’s flash drive," Nikolai continued, resting his forearms on the table. "Everything is making sense now. The override protocols inside that file don't just clear our path into Geneva—they expose their entire physical infrastructure. W

Chapter 226Nina’s POVEnzo’s dark eyes lost every trace of their playful warmth. The easygoing, laughing man who had just been tickling me until I couldn't breathe vanished, replaced in an instant by a cold, hardened operative."Every single person in that room is a monster, Nina," Enzo said softly, leaning in close so his voice didn't carry past the velvet curtains of the fitting lounge. "The men wearing million-dollar tuxedos with UN lapel pins and religious collars? They are worse than the guys holding rifles in the mud. The rifles only kill one person at a time. The men in that ballroom sign pieces of paper that starve entire cities and test deadly poisons on cancer patients under the badge of 'humanitarian relief.'"He placed his hands lightly on my shoulders, making sure I was looking him straight in the eyes."Don't be naive about this world," he warned gently, but firmly. "Power at that level isn't clean. It’s covered in blood, wrapped up in diplomatic immunity. A peacekeepin