All Chapters of Her 3 Domineering Mafia Bodyguards : Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

Chapter 259 Nina’s POV The air on the gravel driveway was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Jamal stood rigid, his broad shoulders squared, his gaze locked onto Enzo with a razor-sharp suspicion that threatened to ignite the whole dark night. Enzo didn't even blink. He just stared back, his expression an unreadable wall of cold indifference, his posture radiating the kind of lethal authority that usually made men step back. "Boys, boys," I interjected, stepping right between the two towering men and throwing my hands up in a dismissive gesture. "Let’s all forget this official talk and go have something to eat." Jamal’s jaw twitched, but he slowly let his arms drop to his sides, though his eyes never fully left Enzo. Enzo merely gave a faint, heavy exhale, turning to grab our light luggage from the trunk without another word. I grabbed Amanda’s arm, pulling her close to my side as we walked past the heavy iron gates and headed toward the main entrance of the mansion. I

Chapter 261Enzo’s POVI stood silently near the wide glass windows of my study, watching the cold morning fog roll across the estate hills. Down in the courtyard, Nina’s soft laughter echoed faintly. She was walking with her friend, completely oblivious to the dark machinery turning in the shadows around us.Looking at her made my chest tighten with a familiar, lingering ache. Whenever I saw her smile, my mind automatically drifted back through the dark fog of my past, straight to the memory of another woman who had possessed that exact same gentle, pure light.My mother.She was not born for the harsh, violent world she ended up in. My mother was a royal, born directly into the elite lineage connected to Queen Diana’s family in the United Kingdom. She grew up in sprawling stone castles, surrounded by silk dresses, golden chandeliers, and endless wealth. But she never cared about titles or crowns. Her heart was soft, almost dangerously gentle, always aching for the sick, the poor, an

Chapter 263Enzo’s Backstory POVAfter that night, our home became an open furnace of slow, agonizing terror.My mother’s words about the five-million-dollar insurance policy had planted a dark seed inside my father’s mind. He stopped hiding his true nature entirely. Whenever my mother packed her bags and boarded international flights for her United Nations missions, our house turned into his personal playground.He brought women into the house almost every night. Cheap liquor bottles littered the living room floor, and loud, chaotic music blared through the walls until sunrise.I was fifteen, tall for my age, but still thin. One evening, after watching him usher two young girls into my mother's bedroom, I couldn't take it anymore. I blocked his path in the hallway, my fists trembling at my sides."This is my mother's house," I spat, staring up into his dark, bloodshot eyes. "Get them out of her bed."My father didn't hesitate. He grabbed me by the throat, slammed my back into the har

Chapter 265 Enzo’s Backstory POV The cold rain slashed across my face as I walked down the pitch-black highway, my canvas backpack heavy against my shoulders. I was sixteen, penniless, and bleeding from the raw knuckles I had smashed against concrete walls for months. But inside my chest, the fear was gone. It had been incinerated by a cold, white-hot absolute rage. I didn't seek out a homeless shelter. I didn't go to the police. I knew the world now: laws were written by men like Miller, and justice was something bought and sold in air-conditioned offices. If I wanted to tear down the syndicate that murdered my mother, I needed to learn the language of blood. I walked three miles past the city limits until I reached the industrial docks—a desolate stretch of rusted shipping containers, flickering halogen lights, and asphalt slick with oil. This was where the city’s underground fighting rings operated, tucked deep inside abandoned warehouses where no cop dared to set foot witho

NOTE: HI MY BEAUTIFUL AMAZING READERS ! WE ARE BACK TO THE PRESENT! MORE DRAMA INCOMING, THANK YOU FOR STICKING AROUND Chapter 267Enzo’s POVI stood at the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the estate's private command center, staring out into the grey rain that drenched the grounds. Down the hall, I could hear the faint sound of Nina and Amanda laughing in her master bedroom. It was a soft, warm sound—a stark contrast to the dark, violent thoughts swirling in my head.Over the past four years, I had cut down every single executive, board member, and mercenary who had a hand in my mother's death. Miller had bled out on his own glass desk. The corrupt investors who funded the nuclear strike were either sitting at the bottom of the ocean or buried under unmarked concrete slabs. The syndicate was crumbling, piece by bloody piece.Only one name remained at the very top of my hit list.My father.The man had used my mother's royal lineage and her tragic death to climb straight to the top