Semua Bab A V*rgin For The Three Mafia Bodyguards : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Chapter 61 Nikolai’s POV She nodded quick, eyes still wide like she expected the walls to crack open any second. I could see the questions piling up behind her lips, ready to tumble out about the rifle, about Dante, about everything I never wanted to explain right then. But I wasn’t ready. Not with her standing there looking soft and wrecked from what we started. “Nikolai, what…” I pressed one finger gentle to her mouth. “Not now, little one.” My voice stayed low, almost lost in the quiet room. I bent down, scooped the blanket off the floor, shook it once, and wrapped it around her shoulders. She looked tiny under all that fabric, like she could disappear if she wanted to. Except those curves still peeked through, reminding me she wasn’t small at all. My shoulder burned with every move, but I pushed it down. Slid my good arm around her waist, lifted her clean off the ground. She sucked in a quick breath, fingers curling tight around my neck. Her warmth pressed right against me, v

Chapter 63Nina’s POVThe kitchen went still after Nikolai spoke. He kept it short. Just those few words. “She’s right about the library.” Nothing more. No explanation about why he was there with me or what we talked about. He stared at his coffee like the mug was the most interesting thing in the room.Dante turned his head slow toward him. Gave him one of those long looks that carried weight. The kind brothers give each other when they know too much has been left unsaid. Nikolai didn’t flinch. Just held the stare until Dante looked away.Then Dante shifted his eyes to me. Leaned back a little in his chair. “Your medical school stuff won’t defend you when there’s a bomb going off or gunshots ringing in your ears. Books and screens don’t stop bullets.”I met his gaze straight. “You said this place is safe.”He gave a small shake of his head. “I never said completely safe. Nowhere is really safe. Not for people like us. Not for you now that you’re here.”I let a tiny smug smile pull at

Chapter 65Nina’s POVWe pulled through the gates just as the sun started dipping lower. The G-Wagon crunched over gravel, then rolled smooth onto the driveway. Nikolai killed the engine. Sat there a second. Breathing steady. Like he was gathering himself before moving.I got out first. Grabbed the pharmacy bag. He followed slower. Arm held a little stiff now that the adrenaline from the range had worn off. Blood had soaked darker through the bandage. Fresh red against white gauze.Inside the house it was quiet. Cool air hit my skin. Smelled like garlic and herbs—Nana already in the kitchen. Nikolai headed straight for the stairs without a word. I followed him up. Into his room this time. Door shut behind us with a soft click.He peeled off the leather jacket. Dropped it on the chair. Then reached for the hem of his black Armani shirt. The fabric stuck a little where blood had dried. He winced once pulling it over his head.I stepped closer. “Let me.”He paused. Looked down at me. The

Chapter 67Nina’s POVI sat cross-legged on the bed, back against the headboard, laptop balanced on my thighs. The screen glow was the only light in the room. Curtains drawn tight. House quiet except for the faint hum of the AC somewhere down the hall.Amanda’s messages stared back at me. A whole wall of them. I scrolled up slow, heart already sinking before I even read the words.The top one from two days ago:“Nina. Josh is dead. They found him in his dorm. Overdose they said. But it wasn’t. I know it wasn’t. He didn’t touch that shit. Someone did this.”My stomach twisted. Josh. The quiet guy from anatomy lab who always shared his notes. The one who blushed when I teased him about his terrible coffee. Dead.Next message, same day:“Isabella’s wanted now. Cops put out a warrant. Kidnapping, fraud, something about stolen medical supplies. No one’s seen her since the night they took you. She’s gone ghost. But she texted me once. One line. ‘I’ll make them pay.’ She’s coming for revenge

Chapter 69Dante’s POVSnow kept falling. Soft flakes sticking to my bare shoulders, melting fast against the heat rolling off my skin. Thirty men stood in front of me like statues. Black gear soaked dark from the cold. Rifles low but ready. Dogs quiet now, sitting at heel behind the gate. The alarm still wailed inside the house, faint through the open door, but nobody moved to kill it. All eyes on me.I paced once. Slow. Gun still in my hand. Finger off the trigger but close enough that they all noticed. “Who the hell let a woman walk out of this house without my permission?”Silence. Thick. Heavy.One of the newer guys—tall kid, maybe twenty-five, face still soft—stepped forward half a step. Then dropped. Right knee hit the snow first. Then the other. Head bowed. “Boss. She left through the side gate. Said you gave the okay. We checked the log. She had a passcode entry from last night. Thought it was cleared.”Two more dropped. Then five. Then the rest. All of them on their knees in