All Chapters of Maid For Daddies : Chapter 51 - Chapter 55

Billie.“Are they brothers?”Duchess glanced at me over the rim of her glass. “Who?”“The three of them.”She gave a short laugh. “No. Not by blood.”I frowned. “Then how are they so…”“Attached?” She finished for me.I nodded.Duchess leaned back in her chair. “They grew up together in the same orphanage. They were three boys with no families and nowhere to go.”“All three?”“They were practically a package deal.”I couldn’t help a small smile. “And someone adopted all three?”She nodded. “A married couple. They couldn’t have children of their own, so they took the boys in.”She took a sip of the wine. “Were they good parents?” I asked.Duchess snorted. “Their mother was… unconventional.”I raised an eyebrow.“Let’s just say she had very few boundaries and an impressive collection of things children should never have known existed.”I stared at her.“Their father wasn’t much better,” she continued. “Mob business. He wasn’t interested in raising innocent boys. He raised three succ

LEON.She walked in on her own two feet.That was the part I kept circling back to as I watched her cross the room—no one dragging her, no one's hand around her arm, just Billie, spine straight, chin up. Duchess trailed a step behind, twisting her hands together like she was rehearsing an apology she hadn't been asked for yet. Ella stayed close enough to Billie's shoulder that the two of them might as well have been one silhouette in the doorway.Billie was afraid. I could see it in the tight line of her jaw, the way her fingers curled slightly at her sides like she was fighting the urge to fold her arms across her chest and armor up. But she wasn't on her knees the way half the people who walked into this room eventually ended up.That, more than anything, told me exactly who I was dealing with now."Don't touch them," she said, before anyone had said a single word to her. "Duchess and Ella. Whatever you're planning, it's not theirs to answer for."Law leaned back against the wall,

LAW.I'd stared down men who begged for their lives without blinking. I'd given orders that kept grown men awake at night. And somehow, standing in my own kitchen staring at my reflection in the dark window, I felt more personally insulted than I had in years.It was Pale yellow with short sleeves, straining across my shoulders like they'd been sewn for a smaller man out of spite. Black shorts with squeaky white clogs. A turquoise apron with a cartoon chicken grinning up at me, and a name tag pinned crooked over my heart.KAREN.I considered, briefly, whether this counted as grounds to walk back on the deal.Then I remembered I'd agreed to let her choose the punishment. I was a man of my word. Unfortunately.Billie walked in, took one look at me, and lost it completely.She tried to cover her mouth. It didn't help.I gave her a flat stare and let her circle me like she was inspecting new stock."You look employable," she said, wiping her eyes. "For the first time in your life.""Are y