The Mafia Boss's Deadly Maid

Chapter 4

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t answer my question. He just turned his broad

began tearing through the meager be

bag in the corner. I clutched it to my chest, burying my face

. I stumbled up the concrete stairs,

SUVs. The neighbors were peeking

is little legs hitting the pavement. He sprinted toward me

mmediately dropped to my knees and hugged him tigh

. His eyes were fixed on where my hands touched Jace's back. He was

the boy only deepened the unnatu

thick stack of papers bound in blac

"You sign this, you belong to The Ninth Circle. You breathe a

ked up at Apollo, my eyes wide and clueless. "If... if I si

"You stay inside my fortress, and no one

leeve. "Please stay

reached out with a shaking han

d The Nobody in the exact same messy, s

dark satisfaction gleamed in

Apollo ordered. He turned and cli

ed with a heavy, metallic thud. I pulled Jace onto my lap

oy began

th my left hand, hidden beneath the folds of my oversized shirt, I peeled a micro-tracker th

tared out the window. "Run her

t. A few loan sharks looking for her, but

d still feel the phantom coolne

into the wealthy, isolated stretches

e way the branches were pruned-cleared to pr

hm, but I kept my eyes wide, my m

, a terrifying Wyvern crest welded in

rie. The most heavily fortifi

. The terrified girl vanished from my

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The Mafia Boss's Deadly Maid

Abel Dean Mafia

“I am a top-tier assassin. My ultimate target is Apollo Buck, the ruthless billionaire head of the Ninth Circle, known in the underworld as Thanatos. To infiltrate his impenetrable fortress, I used his dying nephew as bait, disguising myself as a pathetic, terrified janitor with a ghost identity. It worked. But Apollo has a deadly secret: a cursed Wyvern mark that makes him violently despise women. Yet, the moment his skin touched mine, his agonizing pain vanished. Obsessed with this unnatural peace, he dragged me into his heavily guarded estate. But when night fell, the trembling maid vanished. I broke into his exclusive club to slit his throat, only to realize I had walked straight into a trap. The real Thanatos was waiting for me. We engaged in a brutal fight on the roof. His strength was inhuman, and he nearly killed me, slashing my thigh open with a combat knife. How did he anticipate my every move? And why did his murderous rage suddenly falter the second he smelled the cheap mints crushed in my pocket? Bleeding out, I barely managed to scale his electrified fence and crawl back into my oversized maid uniform just as he kicked my bedroom door off its hinges. "Don't shoot! Please!" I sobbed hysterically, perfectly masking my agonizing combat wound as sheer terror. As Apollo grabbed my collar, desperately searching for the assassin who had just fought him, he only saw a fragile, trembling girl. The hunt had just begun.”