Todos los capítulos de Her 3 Domineering Mafia Bodyguards : Capítulo 341 - Capítulo 350

Chapter 338 Enzo’s POV The lingering smell of oil paint, turpentine, and faint lavender soap still clung to the fabric of my cuffs as I walked away from the bright, chaotic studio space. I had stood behind Athena for a quiet, suspended moment while she was entirely lost in her canvas, watching the way her wrist flicked with fierce, unyielding precision. When I kissed her softly on the cheek before leaving, her skin had been warm, her pulse jumping frantically against my lips. She thought she was hiding her racing heart from me. She didn't know I could hear it echoing across the silent room. I crossed the polished marble hallway, pushing open the heavy glass doors that led out to the private stone balcony overlooking the estate's sprawling northern gardens. The evening air was cool, carrying the sharp, crisp scent of autumn pines and damp earth. I reached into the pocket of my tailored trousers, pulled out a silver metal case, and extracted a cigarette. A flick of my gold lighter p

Chapter 340Enzo’s POVHer wrist remained locked within my grip, the skin pale beneath my calloused fingers where dark purple bruises mapped out the exact trajectory of my punches from the ring. For a fraction of a second, I expected her to lash out again. I expected her to throw a knee, drop her weight, or try to shatter my nose with a desperate, last-ditch counterattack.Instead, she simply stopped fighting.She let out a long, ragged breath, her chest rising and falling beneath the oversized janitor's jumpsuit. Slowly, defiantly, she tilted her chin up. Despite the swollen lip, the smudge of dirt across her high cheekbone, and the damp strands of lush hair clinging to her damp skin, she didn't look broken. She looked dangerous.The fierce, untamed independence blazing in her dark eyes struck a raw, agonizing nerve deep inside my chest. It was that exact same reckless, unyielding fire I knew all too well—that stubborn refusal to bow, no matter how deep the trap closed around her."L

Chapter 342Enzo’s POVMy thumb flicked the safety switch into place with a sharp, metallic click, and I pulled the barrel away from Irina’s skull as if the cold steel had suddenly burned my skin. The ruthless, calculating syndicate enforcer inside my head slammed violently against a wall of pure, unadulterated shock.Irina didn't waste a single millisecond. The moment the gun left her head, she lunged forward, throwing her arms around her son and pulling him fiercely against her chest. She buried his small face into the crook of her neck, shielding him completely with her bruised, trembling body as quiet, desperate sobs racked her slender frame.I stood there frozen, the heavy weight of the tactical firearm suddenly feeling entirely too heavy in my hand.I slowly holstered the weapon, sliding it back into the concealed rig beneath my jacket. I let out a harsh, ragged breath, running a calloused hand down my face as the harsh reality of the situation settled over my shoulders like a l

Chapter 344Nina’s POVThe cold metal of the chair bit sharply into my wrists where plastic zip ties had been cranked down until they cut off the circulation, turning my fingers numb and sluggish. The room smelled of damp cement, rust, and the stale stench of fear. My head throbbed in rhythm with a dull, sickening pulse right behind my temples where the butt of a rifle had caught me during the breach.I kept my chin tucked down, my eyes fixed on the stained concrete floor, refusing to look up at the towering figure standing just at the edge of my dim peripheral vision.The heavy, slow click of polished leather shoes echoed across the empty warehouse floor, stopping right in front of me."What do you want?" I spat out, my voice raspy, laced with venom and exhaustion as I finally forced my head up to meet his gaze.The man standing over me didn't look like a standard, brute-force syndicate enforcer. He wore a tailored charcoal suit that looked completely out of place in a grimy Nairobi

Chapter 346Nina’s POVThe heavy metal door of the cellar slammed shut with a concussive echo that rattled my aching bones, cutting off the dim sliver of light from the hallway. Amanda and Dr. Jamal had been dragged away by the guards a few moments earlier, separated and locked into adjacent holding cells on Viktor’s strict orders.The silence that rushed back into the room was thick, suffocating, and heavy with the iron scent of dried blood.I sat slumped against the damp concrete wall, my raw wrists still bound tightly by the plastic zip ties, the dead weight of my body aching from head to toe. For a long, quiet minute, I let the dam break. Hot, bitter tears mixed with the drying blood on my cheeks, tracking clean paths through the grime. I wept for the sheer helplessness of it all, for Amanda’s terrifying medical countdown, and for the absolute trap closing in around us.I cried until my throat felt raw and my chest burned with every ragged inhalation.Then, something inside me shi