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

as if numbers could make terror sound official. The device was real. The trigger was real. The plan was real. Marcus Reed was gone before anyone reached his office. His desk was empty, his phone destroyed, the safe behind his portrait cleaned out.

Victor sent me home with two men posted outside my apartment, but fear followed me through the door anyway.continue reading …