Lahat ng Kabanata ng A V*rgin For The Three Mafia Bodyguards : Kabanata 241 - Kabanata 250

Chapter 238Nina’s POV"Get him down! Now!" the detective barked, his voice echoing brutally against the concrete walls of the basement holding block.Before Enzo could recover his footing from breaking the glass partition, four tactical officers charged into the room with heavy, full-body riot shields. They slammed into him all at once, using their combined weight to pin him against the reinforced wall. Enzo fought like a wounded lion, his muscles straining against the steel restraints, kicking and snarling as he tried to throw them off him. He wasn't fighting for his own life—he was desperately trying to claw his way back to me."Enzo! No!" I screamed, my voice tearing in my throat as two officers dragged me back, pinning my arms behind my spine.They forced him down into a heavy, industrial steel chair bolted straight into the concrete floor. Thick leather straps and reinforced metal clamps slammed shut around his wrists, his forearms, his thick chest, and his ankles.The female of

Chapter 240Amanda’s POVThe room went completely airless.Stefan’s words hung in the space between us like a physical poison, bleeding into every corner of the small clinic room. We don't even know when you're going to die, Amanda.The sheer, staggering cruelty of it slammed into my chest, knocking every last breath from my lungs. My heart gave a sudden, violent flutter—not the gentle flutter of nerves, but a sharp, unnatural stutter that sent a cold shockwave straight down my arms.My vision swam. White noise rushed through my ears like a rising tide, drowning out the faint sound of Dr. Jamal’s tense voice in the background."Amanda?" Stefan’s voice suddenly lost all its cold, defensive edge. The moment he saw the color drain from my face, the anger evaporated off him, replaced by a sudden, sharp spike of panic. "Amanda, look at me."I tried to stand my ground. I tried to keep staring at him with all the defiance left in my soul, but my knees gave out beneath me. The floor seemed to

Chapter 242The door of the blacked-out SUV stood open, idling like a dark monster in the freezing alley rain. Inside sat the silhouette of a man who belonged in a grave—a ghost with silver hair and eyes like polished ice.I stared at Enzo, my fingers trembling against his jaw. The cold rain was plastering his dark hair to his forehead, mixing with the blood tracking down his skin, but his dark eyes were burning with a terrifying, unreadable intensity."Enzo," I repeated, my voice barely audible over the rush of water hitting the pavement. "Is that... is that really your father? As in... your biological father?"Enzo closed his eyes for a single beat, taking a harsh, shuddering breath that rattled deep in his chest. When he opened them, his gaze locked onto mine with a flat, final coldness."I don't want to talk about this now, Nina," he rasped, his voice rough and scraped raw from the electric shock. He gently took my wrist, wrapping his large, warm fingers around my hand to pull it

Chapter 244Enzo’s POVThe door to the master bathroom was still firmly shut, the sound of running water muffled behind thick timber.It didn't matter. The barrier was way too thin.I was pacing the length of the carpeted living area like a caged predator, my jaw clenched so hard my back teeth hurt. Every nerve ending in my body was firing off a chaotic mix of electric residual shock and a far more dangerous, suffocating heat. Leaving her in that steamy room—naked, dripping, her soft lips still practically burning against my cheek—had taken every last ounce of iron discipline I possessed.I dropped to the floor, planted my hands wide on the rug, and started pumping out rapid, furious push-ups.One. Ten. Twenty. Forty.I forced my muscles to burn, trying to scrub the image of her suds-covered chest and wide, dark eyes out of my brain. I was a Falcone. I was built to endure pain, torture, and war. I wasn't supposed to unravel because a girl gave me a simple kiss on the cheek.A sharp kn

Chapter 246Nina’s POVThe room was heavy with the thick, sultry rhythm of The Weeknd, the bass vibrating through the floorboards and rattling right into the soles of my bare feet. Golden light from the single lamp in the corner washed over the makeshift bed Enzo had built in the middle of the carpet—a plush arrangement of quilts, pristine white hotel towels, and dark glass bottles glistening with cold-pressed oils.And then there was Enzo himself.He stood beside the setup like a tower of dark, unyielding strength. His chest was heavy, rising and falling in deep, measured breaths, his dark eyes locked onto mine with an intensity so thick I could practically taste it in the air."I... I'm fine, Enzo," I stammered, my voice barely carrying over the smooth music filling the suite. I gripped the edges of the plush towel tucked over my chest, suddenly hyper-aware of how little I was wearing, how damp my skin still was, and how rapidly my heart was hammering against my ribs. "Really. You d