66Everyone Fled the Paralyzed Mafia Boss Within Three Days—But When Declan Ordered His Poor New Maid to Leave, Narin Refused, Dragged Him Out of an Ambush, and Made the Most Feared Man in the City Realize She Wasn’t Staying Out of Pity

The final strike against the Rossy family was swift, brutal, and completely absolute.

On Thursday night, while the senior leaders of the Rossy syndicate gathered in the private VIP lounge of their downtown nightclub to celebrate the division of the Graham territory, Declan’s forces moved in.

Declan did not watch from afar. He sat in his armored sedan parked directly across the street, monitoring the operation through encrypted radio channels alongside Narin, who refused to leave his side.

Within forty-five minutes, the raid was completed. The Rossy family’s leadership was completely dismantled, their weapons seized, and their influence across the city permanently severed.

Victor’s voice crackled through the radio speaker: “Boss, the club is secure. The Rossys are finished. The city knows you’re alive.”

Declan picked up the radio receiver. “Good work, Victor. Lock down the docks and bring the men back to the penthouse.”

He hung up the radio and turned his head to look at Narin in the passenger seat.

The streetlights outside flickered through the tinted windows, casting warm gold beams across her soft features. She looked exhausted, but her eyes were clear, calm, and steady.

“It’s over,” Declan said softly.

“Is it?” she asked.

“The war is,” he replied, reaching across the leather console to take her hand in his. “The city is secure again. The estate will be rebuilt within three months.”

Narin looked down at their intertwined hands. His skin was warm, his grip strong and protective.

“And what about you, Declan?” she asked gently. “What happens when the estate is rebuilt?”

Declan squeezed her fingers gently. “I fire all the old staff. I clear out the bitter memories. And I hire a permanent estate manager.”

Narin raised an eyebrow. “Does the position pay four thousand a week?”

Declan laughed—a bright, clear sound that filled the dark interior of the car.

“It pays whatever you want,” he said, his dark eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her chest swell with warmth. “As long as you promise never to leave when things get heavy.”