I Infiltrated A Mafia Boss’s Estate As A Maid To Kill Him—Then His Own Men Betrayed Him

Part 2

The suppressed crack of a heavy-caliber rifle echoed in the distance, entirely disguised by the clinking of glasses and the string quartet.

A massive round shattered the crystal decanter on the table exactly where Dan’s chest had been a fraction of a second prior.

The ballroom erupted into sheer pandemonium as screams tore through the air and guards drew their weapons.

Dan hit the marble floor hard, throwing a protective arm over me while completely unaware that the trembling girl beneath him had just saved his life.

I buried my face in his chest, crying out in fake terror while my eyes scanned the upper gallery for spotters.

Craig Dempsey grabbed Dan’s arm, shouting that we needed to get to the underground bunker immediately.

We rushed down the dark, intersecting hallways, with me stumbling along and playing the dead weight perfectly.

A mercenary dressed in tactical gear suddenly stepped out of the shadows, raising an assault rifle aimed squarely at Dan’s back.

I knew the guards wouldn’t react in time, so I feigned a violent trip, dropping hard to my knees.

As I fell, my hand shot out into the darkness, grabbing a heavy brass candlestick from a side table and hurling it blindly.

The heavy brass struck the mercenary square in the temple with a sickening crunch, dropping him instantly.

Dan hauled me to my feet, assuming the man had been hit by a stray ricochet, and we finally reached the heavy steel door of the safe room.

The door sealed shut behind us, leaving Dan, Craig, and me isolated in the harsh fluorescent light.

I whimpered, touching a superficial cut on my collarbone from the shattered decanter.

Dan stepped forward, his touch surprisingly gentle as he pressed a clean handkerchief against my skin, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my real heart race.

Suddenly, Craig’s encrypted radio crackled to life, and the color drained from the head of security’s scarred face.

He told Dan that the perimeter hadn’t been hacked from the outside, but bypassed manually from a terminal inside the house.

Dan froze, his cold, steel-gray eyes settling back on me with lethal suspicion.

Craig stepped up, his hand resting casually on his holstered weapon, pointing out that I was the only new variable on the staff.

As Craig reached for me, a coded alphanumeric sequence bled from his earpiece—a tactical breach cadence from the hit squad, not the house guards.

My terrified slouch evaporated instantly.

I squared my shoulders, my voice dropping the timid tremor as I calmly explained that Craig had used a zero-click exploit to let the rival boss’s men inside.

Craig panicked, drawing his gun and leveling it squarely at Dan’s chest.

In a blur of motion, I closed the gap, striking the slide of Craig’s pistol to push it out of battery just as the hammer fell.

I pivoted, driving my elbow savagely into his throat before executing a flawless judo throw that slammed the three-hundred-pound man onto the steel floor.

I delivered a merciless kick to his kneecap, scooped up his discarded weapon, and aimed it down at his head with lethal precision.

The silence in the bunker was deafening as I slowly turned to look at Dan.

He had his own weapon drawn and aimed directly at me.

He stared at the unconscious men I had just ruined, then looked at me with cold, twisted realization—what happens when the wolf finally realizes he’s locked in a cage with a monster?