All Chapters of Her 3 Domineering Mafia Bodyguards : Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Chapter 228Nina’s POVMy pulse hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. The contrast of the icy gold pendant against the burning path of Enzo’s tongue sent a wild, terrifying thrill straight down my spine. I squeezed my eyes shut, my breath catching in a ragged hitch as his warm lips lingered against my collarbone, drinking in every drop of crimson until the stinging sensation melted into pure, unadulterated heat.When he finally pulled back, his dark eyes met mine in the vanity mirror. He didn't look flustered or embarrassed; he looked entirely possessed by an unnerving, protective calm.From his pocket, he produced a tiny, sterile antiseptic pad, dabbing gently at the faint nick on my skin before inspecting the gold pendant. With a swift, practiced flick of his thumb, he locked the micro-blade back into its hidden housing."Don't be careless with the knife," Enzo whispered, his voice a low, raspy velvet near my ear. "It’s that sharp."His fingers traced the line of my jaw, lif

Chapter 230Amanda’s POVThe single word hung in the air, heavy and suffocating like a lead weight dropping onto my chest."No?" I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper as I sat up on the bed, pulling the crisp white sheet against my bare breasts. The warm, intimate glow of the bedroom instantly evaporated, replaced by a cold, sharp tension. "What do you mean, no, Stefan? He’s the lead specialist managing my medical profile. If there’s even a slight chance his revised treatment plan can stabilize my condition, I have to take it."Stefan sat up slowly, his broad, bare shoulders flexing as he ran a heavy hand over his face. When he looked at me, his dark eyes were completely unreadable, stripped of the tenderness that had filled them just hours ago. He looked like the ruthless tactical operator again—hard, unyielding, and distant."You don't understand how these people operate, Amanda," he said, his deep voice dropping into a low, gravelly register. "It's too dangerous. You're walki

Chapter 232Enzo’s POVThe Archbishop’s gaze stayed pinned to Nina, dark and predatory beneath the glittering light of the crystal chandeliers. A man of the cloth, perhaps, but Laurent was a wolf draped in silk robes, and right now, Nina was the only thing in his sightline. The subtle shift in his posture—the way his fingers tightened around his crystal glass of Pinot Noir, the way he ignored the German ambassador whispering in his ear—was unmistakable.I didn't break the seamless rhythm of the waltz. I spun Nina effortlessly across the polished marble, the scent of her vanilla perfume mixing with the sharp, crisp aroma of champagne and expensive floral arrangements filling the hall. I brought her close enough that my lips brushed the shell of her ear, keeping our interaction looking like nothing more than an intimate moment between lovers."Don't look now," I whispered, my hand resting flat against the small of her back as the violin reached a soaring, swelling high note. "The Archbi

Chapter 234Enzo’s POVIf there was one thing I prided myself on as a high-level operative, it was flawless tactical execution. I had bypassed multi-million-dollar laser grids, infiltrated secure military compounds, and outmaneuvered international intelligence agencies.I had not, however, accounted for the sheer, chaotic stupidity of a high-society charity gala."Alright," I whispered to Nina, nudging her gently toward the Archbishop’s flank as he stood near a massive floral display. "Maneuver one: the classic polite bump and spill. Just glide past, pretend your heel snagged on the rug, and touch his hand.""Got it," Nina murmured, setting her shoulders with dramatic focus. She took a graceful step forward, aiming straight for the Archbishop's left elbow—Out of nowhere, an overzealous young waiter in a crisp tuxedo materialized like an Olympic sprinter. The moment Nina’s hand wavered near her champagne glass, the waiter executed a terrifyingly agile dive, catching her elbow, stabili

Chapter 236Enzo’s POVMy muscles coiled, ready to strip the sidearm from the agent’s grip before her finger could even finish applying pressure to the trigger. But before I could snap her wrist, my mind raced through the tactical calculus. Disarming a state security officer in a locked-down foyer packed with dozens of armed guards would turn a controlled exit into a bloody, unwinnable firefight.I held up my hands, keeping them open, non-threatened, and clearly visible."Lower the weapon, Officer," I said, stepping half an inch forward, letting my body language scream supreme, unflinching confidence rather than aggression. "I’m her personal protection detail. She’s wearing discreet body armor because I put it on her. It’s standard protocol for high-risk assets."The female agent didn't lower her gun an inch. Her eyes remained cold, sharp, and entirely unimpressed."Nice try, Commander," she spat, her thumb resting on the pistol's safety catch. "You two didn't check in at the front ga