They Called Me His Maid—But When the Mafia Boss Ran Into the ICU, He Learned I Had Been Protecting Him From His Own Men

the morning security team separated. Marcus Reed showed up ten minutes later, playing confused, tie perfect, expression offended. But when Victor asked why the basement fire door had been open before dawn, Marcus looked at me half a second too long.

That look told me I was already marked. I’d seen men look at stains on marble with more concern than continue reading …