All Chapters of A V*rgin For The Three Mafia Bodyguards : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter Twenty TwoNina’s POVAfter Isabela followed Enzo toward the guest house, the air felt too heavy to breathe.My mind kept going back to the bedroom.To the way Dante had pulled me close earlier.To the way his mouth had claimed mine.To the way my body had leaned in, ready to forget everything else and just fall.We had kissed. Deep and hot and dizzying. His hand had slid into my hair, mine had grabbed his shirt. I had felt that same wild pull that always came when he was near.But then he’d stopped.He’d pulled back, his breathing rough, his eyes dark.“Not tonight,” he’d said. “You’re tired. You’re shaken. You almost died in a warehouse three hours ago. I won’t touch you like that when your head isn’t clear.”Nothing had happened after that.No sex.Just his hand cupping my cheek. His forehead leaning against mine. A soft kiss on my lips, then on my brow.“Sleep,” he’d whispered. “You’re safe. That’s enough for tonight.”At the time, it had felt sweet. Kind. Like he was hold

Chapter Twenty Four Nina’s POV The sound of the slap rings in my ears before the pain even hits. My head snaps to the side. My cheek burns like it has been set on fire. For a second, everything goes white and sharp and loud. I hear my own voice before I even know I am screaming. I grab my face, fingers pressing over my cheek. Heat spreads under my palm. My eyes sting. My ears buzz. “You slapped me,” I shout, my voice shaking. “You actually slapped me!” Nana gasps behind me. “Nina, mija—” Something in me snaps. I am tired. Tired of being hit. Tired of being punished. Tired of being treated like I am less than everyone else. Tired of pretending I do not see things. Tired of being the one who always bleeds. Before I can think, my hand flies. I take my palm off my cheek and swing it straight at Isabela’s face. The sound is loud. Her head jerks to the side this time. Her eyes go wide and wild. Her mouth falls open. She touches her cheek like she cannot believe I did it back. “H

Chapter Twenty SixNina’s POVDante didn’t blink.For a second, the room was so quiet I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears.“Maybe if you train me and give me a damn gun,” I had said, chest heaving, “then I’ll man up happily putting some bullets in your head.”His jaw flexed.Then he moved.One second he was across the room. The next he was right in front of me, his chest almost touching mine, his eyes dark and hard.“Careful, Nina,” he said softly. “You’re asking for things you don’t understand.”“I’m not scared of you,” I shot back, even though my stomach was tight.He laughed once. No humor. “You should be.”His hand shot out, fingers closing around my arm. Not gentle. Not soft. He yanked me forward so fast I stumbled into him.“Hey—let go—”“Fine,” he growled. “You want guns? You want to ‘man up’? Let me show you what that actually looks like.”He dragged me toward the far wall.I’d been in this room for weeks and never noticed anything strange about it. It was just an office.

Chapter Twenty EightNina’s POVI stayed in Enzo’s arms for a long time.My cheeks were wet. My chest hurts. My hands still shook from the gunshot, from the sand, from the way Dante had laughed like it was nothing.Enzo held me tight, one hand on the back of my head, the other on my waist. He did not say much. He just breathed with me.Dante stood a few feet away.He rubbed his jaw where Enzo had hit him. His eyes were dark and cold. He looked at us like we were a problem he needed to fix.“You done?” Dante said at last.I flinched.Enzo did not answer. His arm tightened around me.Dante took a slow breath. “Listen and listen well. She is a prisoner here. Not a princess. Not your little charity project.”I stiffened in Enzo’s arms.He kept going. “Just because she has a nice body does not mean she is special. We have lost men because of her. Good men. And it is not like her father’s debt will even bring us that much money in the end.”Each word was a knife.Enzo’s fingers flexed on my

Chapter 30Nina’s POV I stumbled back into my room like the floor was tilting under me. My lips still burned where Dante’s mouth had been hot, possessive, tasting of my own blood and his wine. My chest heaved, lungs tight, like I’d run a mile instead of just ten steps down the hall. The laptop felt heavier in my arms now, not armor anymore but something alive, something that might bite.I kicked the door shut behind me. The lock clicked, too loud in the quiet. I didn’t bother with the light. Moonlight sliced through the curtains in thin silver bars across the bed. I dropped onto the mattress, knees drawn up, and flipped the laptop open.The screen glowed blue-white, harsh against the dark. I held my breath.Password prompt.I typed the default they always use for these things—admin123—half expecting it to lock me out forever.It didn’t.The desktop loaded. Clean. Empty except for a browser icon and one folder labeled “School.” No other apps. No downloads. No trash. Just enough rope