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THE MAFIA BOSS'S OBSESSION: NO ONE TOUCHES HIS MAID / Chapter 4 / 6

Chapter 4 - The War for the Maid

Facebook Hook Title: THE ESTATE IS UNDER ATTACK! NICO IS BLEEDING, AND HE JUST HANDED ME A WEAPON... 'SHOOT ANYONE WHO ISN'T ME!' 🔫💥Three weeks passed. Tessa’s life became a gilded nightmare. She no longer cleaned; she wore expensive silks, ate fine dining, and spent her days looking out the high windows of the cliffside mansion. Nico treated her like a fragile glass doll by day, and an absolute obsession by night. She was falling for him—a terrifying, Stockholm-like pull that she couldn't fight. His darkness called to the hidden depths of her own soul.

But peace in the mafia never lasts.

It happened at 3:00 AM.

A deafening explosion rocked the cliffside estate. The bulletproof glass in the master bedroom shattered as a mortar shell hit the courtyard below. The alarms shrieked, a piercing wail that signaled total breach.

Tessa bolted upright in bed, screaming as smoke poured into the room.

Within seconds, the door crashed open. Nico stood there, but he wasn't the immaculate Don anymore. His shirt was torn, covered in soot, and a deep gash on his forehead was pouring blood down his handsome face. He held an assault rifle in one hand and a silver pistol in the other.

"Marcone’s men," Nico growled, rushing to the bed and pulling Tessa into his arms. "They hit the perimeter gates. They're inside the house."

"Nico, you're bleeding!" she cried, reaching up to touch his face.

"It's not my blood," he said grimly. He jammed the silver pistol into her trembling hands. "Listen to me, Tesina. My men are holding the grand staircase, but a small strike team bypassed them through the servant tunnels. They are coming for you."

"Me? Why?"

"To hold you hostage. To force me to surrender the docks," Nico said, his eyes burning with a manic, protective fury. He gripped her face in his hands, pressing a hard, desperate kiss to her lips. "I would burn this entire city to ash before I let them take you. Do you understand me? If anyone walks through that door and it isn't me... you pull this trigger until it goes click."

"Nico, don't leave me!" she begged as he backed toward the door.

"I have to end this, Tessa. Tonight, the Marcone family dies."

With that, Nico vanished into the smoky hallway, the sounds of heavy gunfire and agonizing screams echoing from the stairwell.

Tessa crouched behind the massive oak bed, her hands shaking violently as she aimed the heavy pistol at the door. Minutes felt like hours. The gunfire downstairs grew louder, then suddenly... completely silent.

The silence was worse.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Footsteps approached the master bedroom. Someone was dragging a heavy weight.

Tessa raised the gun, tears blurring her vision. The door handle jiggled. The door slowly clicked open.

A figure stepped through the smoke. It was a man, but he was wearing a tactical uniform. He lifted his visor.

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The ink on the emergency audit report was barely dry when the secure terminal on my desk flashed a violent crimson. I hadn't slept in thirty-six hours, my eyes burning from staring at columns of ghost figures, duplicate invoices, and shell corporations linked to Dominic Rossi. But the red alert wasn’t from Rossi’s faction. It was an internal security flag originating from the estate’s main vault deep beneath the west wing.

The ink on the emergency audit report was barely dry when the secure ter...

The glass shattered into a thousand tiny diamonds on the marble, scattering the light from the chandeliers. The muffled laughter died instantly, replaced by a suffocating, heavy silence that crept outward from the grand staircase.

The glass shattered into a thousand tiny diamonds on the marble, scatter...

The heavy oak doors of my private study clicked shut behind us, locking out the clinical, terrifying silence of the kitchen. Evelyn Crane stood stiffly in front of my mahogany desk, her hands folded over her apron with the rigid precision of someone who had spent decades micromanaging every square inch of my estate. Behind her, Norah hovered near the doorway, clutching her clipboard like a shield.

The heavy oak doors of my private study clicked shut behind us, locking...

Tessa gasped. It wasn't Nico.

It was Simon.

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