Semua Bab A V*rgin For The Three Mafia Bodyguards : Bab 251 - Bab 260

Chapter 247Enzo’s POVMy lungs completely stopped working. The air in the suite turned thick, heavy, and hot, suffocating every thought in my brain until there was nothing left inside me except the vision lying beneath my body.Nina was completely undone beneath me. Her back was arched off the quilt, her spine curved in a breathless, delicate slope that brought her soft skin directly against the hard line of my chest. The plush towel had tumbled uselessly to her waist, revealing every inch of her chest to the warm, golden light of the lamp. She was glistening, slick with sweet almond oil, her breathing coming in shallow, frantic hitches that made her breasts rise and fall in a rhythm that made my blood roar in my ears.I stared at her in absolute wonder. I had seen dangerous things, beautiful things, and powerful things in my life, but nothing had ever brought me to my knees quite like this. She looked surreal. Her skin was flushed a delicate shade of pink, her dark eyes wide and hea

Chapter 250Nina’s POVEnzo’s hands rested heavy on my waist, his warm breathing still fluttering against my shoulder, but his tone instantly shifted from pure passion back to sharp, calculated strategy."Just place the recording device on him," Enzo said, his dark eyes fixed on mine with terrifying clarity. "We get close enough to wire him, let the receiver catch whatever filthy truth he spills tonight, and we tear his empire down from the inside out."Since we had been running for our lives, I hadn't packed an extensive wardrobe suitable for a high-society event of this magnitude. But the endlessly resourceful Enzo Falcone had already handled it. A quick call to the hotel's private concierge brought a dramatic delivery straight to our door—a sleek, heavy garment bag from the most exclusive boutique in the city's fashion district.When I unzipped the velvet casing, my breath caught in my throat.It was a breathtaking, floor-length gown of liquid black silk, shimmering with subtle, cr

Chapter 252Nina’s POVThe air inside the grand ballroom was suffocating, thick with the scent of expensive cigars, spilled champagne, and the rot of absolute corruption.My heart was hammering a frantic, erratic rhythm against my ribs as Archbishop Laurent turned back to his dinner guests, chuckling softly as he cut into his filet mignon. He truly believed he had bought me. He believed ten million dollars and a fake promise of safety was all it took to make me sell out the man standing less than two feet behind my chair.I couldn't stay in this seat another second. The fake smile on my face felt like it was going to crack my skin open."Excuse me, Your Eminence," I murmured, my voice forced into a quiet, breathless murmur. "The wine... I need to powder my nose."Laurent didn't even look up, waving a diamond-encrusted hand in dismissive approval. "Of course, my dear. Do not keep us waiting long."I slid out of my chair, my heels sinking into the plush carpet as I navigated the maze of

Chapter 254Nina’s POVThe smooth pavement of the main highway dissolved into winding, gravel-lined back roads lined with dark, looming pines. The sudden silence inside the SUV was absolute, save for the low hum of the tires against the rough ground.I kept my hands folded tight in my lap, watching Enzo’s sharp profile in the dashboard glow. His jaw remained locked like iron, his dark eyes fixed entirely on the road ahead. He had ignored my questions about his past, about his father, about the mother whose diamond hung so delicate and heavy against my collarbone. But the coldness in his posture wasn't cruel—it was protective. A wall thrown up to keep the ghosts of his childhood from bleeding into the small space between us.Twenty minutes later, the dark trees gave way to a glowing beacon in the middle of nowhere.It was a rustic, split-log countryside pub tucked away near the hills. Neon signs flickered softly against the wooden porch, illuminating dusty pickup trucks and motorcycles

Chapter 255 Enzo did not say a single word as he carried the giant pink plushie under one arm, his free hand gripping mine so tightly that my fingers went completely numb.The cold night air hit my bare shoulders as we stepped into the parking lot. The storm from earlier had cleared, leaving the night quiet and full of stars. Enzo threw the massive pink bunny into the back seat of the black SUV. He shut the door with a firm thud, grabbed my waist, and lifted me straight into the passenger seat before I could even object.He climbed into the driver seat, slammed his door, and fired up the engine. The engine roared to life, but the quiet inside the truck was thick and heavy.The winding mountain roads back to the hotel were completely dark. Headlights sliced through the trees, casting long shadows across the leather seats. My silk gown was still damp from the spilled tequila at the pub. It stuck to my thighs and chest, making every breath feel heavy.Enzo kept one hand on the steering