A Virgin For The Three Mafia Bodyguards

Chapter One Nina’s POVIt rained on the day we buried my mother.Not a soft, gentle rain.The sky opened like it was angry, dropping cold water on black umbrellas, wet faces, and the fresh brown soil that waited for her coffin.Cameras flashed in the distance.Long black cars lined the road.Security men stood everywhere with dark glasses and hard faces.My father stood in front of the grave like a statue, jaw tight, fingers clenched around his umbrella. His black tailored suit was soaked at the edges, but he didn’t move. The governor was beside him, other powerful men standing close, murmuring prayers that sounded fake and far away.I stood a little behind them, under an umbrella one of the aides held for me. My black dress clung to my skin. My heels were sinking into the mud.People were crying.Cousins. Aunties. Church members.Their wails rose with the sound of the rain, filling the air until my chest felt tight.But I couldn’t cry. My eyes burned, but the tears stayed stuck som

Chapter ThreeNina’s POVStrong arms wrapped around my waist and yanked me back inside.One second there was nothing but air and the rush of the wind in my ears. The next, my back slammed into a hard chest, my legs swinging above the floor. I gasped, fingers clawing at thick forearms as the window frame moved away from me.“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” a deep male voice growled right against my ear.My heart nearly jumped out of my chest.I kicked out on instinct. My heel caught nothing but air.“Let me go!” I yelled. “I was… I was…”“About to break your neck on the lawn,” he cut in. “Great escape plan, princess.”He pulled me away from the open window with annoying ease, like I weighed nothing. The window swung a little in the breeze behind us, letting in sea air and the faint crash of waves.He turned me around in his arms until I was facing him.It was one of the three men from the house. The one in the black leather jacket.Up close, he looked even bigger. His should

Chapter FiveNina’s POVThe knock came again.Three short taps. Not loud, but firm. Like whoever was on the other side knew I’d heard the first time and was being patient. Kind. Or pretending to be.I stayed frozen against the door, heart still racing from what I’d seen downstairs.Another knock.“Go away,” I called, voice too thin. “I’m sleeping.”Silence for a second.Then a low male voice, amused. “You talk in your sleep now, kitten?”My stomach flipped.“I said I’m sleeping,” I repeated, trying to sound firm.The doorknob turned.I’d locked it.The lock clicked once… then popped.I gasped and stumbled back as the door pushed inward.One of the men stepped into my room.He was the youngest-looking of the three I’d seen earlier, maybe mid twenties. Dark blond hair, a little messy like fingers had just been in it. Sharp cheekbones. Full mouth. A boyish face ruined in a good way and by the dangerous glint in his blue eyes.He was shirtless.Just bare, tanned skin and hard muscle from

Chapter SevenNina’s POV“I’m bored,” I announced, leaning against the kitchen counter while Dante and Nikolai discussed something in rapid Italian at the table.Enzo looked up from his coffee, one eyebrow raised. “Bored?”“Yes. Bored.” I crossed my arms. “What am I supposed to do all day? Stare at the walls? Count the cameras?”Dante’s eyes flicked to me, unreadable. “You want entertainment?”“I want something to do that doesn’t involve being watched like a prisoner.”“You are a prisoner,” Nikolai said flatly, not even looking up from his phone.My jaw clenched. “Then at least give me books. A TV. Something.”Enzo set his mug down and stood, stretching. His shirt rode up slightly, revealing a strip of tanned abs. “Come on, kitten. I’ll show you the gym.”I blinked. “The gym?”“You said you’re bored. Work it off.” He jerked his head toward a hallway I hadn’t explored yet. “Unless you’d rather sit here and sulk.”Dante waved a hand dismissively. “Keep her occupied, Enzo. And keep her o

Chapter NineEnzo’s POV Going into the shower to wash off immediately after making sure Nina was in his room lying down in the bed. He was quiet and didn’t say a word. He looked shocked to the bone at the blood after killing off the intruders sent by their rival mafia gang. He was so angry that he came out and took vodka but his blood was still boiling, he tried smoking but nothing was working and to make matters worse the picture of Nina’s nipples piercing through the thin shirt he was wearing was not making it easy. He picked up his phone and called Shasha, a musician whom has the perfect BBL body. He knew that he can’t touch Nina, he was supposed to protect him. Shasha let him know when she got there and he went down to the guest room to meet her because he never allows girls up to his room. They didn’t even say hello and went into action when they met each other, kissing and making out passionately before having rough raw sex and to make matters worse Enzo only cummed when