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Sold My Virginity To The Mafia BrothersĀ Ā Ā Chapter 17: Sketch
Chapter 17: SketchMia's Point Of View:I swallowed hard, lying flat on my stomach, my legs kicking lazily in the air like I had nothing better to do than pretend innocence. A sheet of paper was spread beneath my chin, my pencil scratching across it. I wasnāt even focused, but somehow the sketch kept coming out right anyway.My mind kept drifting back to that dinnerā¦. to the moment Lucifer's eyes landed on me.There was something in his gaze, something Iād never seen before. Interest. The kind that felt like a warning disguised as attention.Raven noticed too. He didnāt say much, he never does, but the look on his face told me enough. That man reads a room like heās deciding who to bury first.Still, the rough sketch captured the scene perfectly. Luciferās stare, the tension, the danger, despite the fact that I wasnāt even trying. Art was the only place my hands moved exactly how I wanted them to.I loved anything artistic. Drawing, singing off-key on purpose, switching tones mid-se
Sold My Virginity To The Mafia BrothersĀ Ā Ā Chapter 16: Your name
Chapter 16: Your nameLuciferās Point Of View:The room was quiet as I sat back in this dark chair, watching the shadows on the walls. Everything here was black. he shelves, the desk, even the air feels heavy. Books everywhere, stacked neatly.One thing I couldn't stand was a messy place.My computer screen was blank, but my mind wasn't. The lamp beside me throws a soft light, just enough to remind me Iām still awake. The TV on the shelf wass wide, showing trees from the wildlife channel.The whole place felt cold, and clean. No noise. No movement. Just me, and my thoughts. This was the kind of room a man like me hides in when heās planning something big. Or when heās just thinking.I rested my hand on the desk.I just sat there, staring at nothing, while the room stared back at me like it had suddenly grown eyes, mocking me, laughing at the fact that my mind was scattering over a mere woman.Her confrontation replayed in my head without permission, looping.I couldnāt tell what stung
Sold My Virginity To The Mafia BrothersĀ Ā Ā Chapter 15: A drag
Chapter 15: A dragRaven's Point Of View:Maybe they were right. Maybe I was weak. Maybe I still am. But the last thing I ever needed was someone putting it in my face like I didnāt already know.I couldnāt protect Mom. I watched her die. I carried that every day like a scar I couldn't wash off. She was the only one who ever loved me. Father? He hated Lucifer and me from the start.It was never anā usā problem. It was a āhimā problem. That man despised anyone who couldnāt kill without blinking. Hated that we were kids with a conscience. Hated that we didnāt come out of the womb ready to spill blood for his name.He wanted soldiers. We were just children.If Dad had raised us alone without Mom, we wouldāve become a menace by age seven. Pure weapons, no conscience.But we loved Mom more, so we followed her way of peace, until thirteen. Until she died. Thirteen years of hatred from our father. Thirteen years of trying to impress a man who never saw us. No matter how hard we trained, figh
Sold My Virginity To The Mafia BrothersĀ Ā Ā Chapter 14: Call from doctor
Chapter 14: Call from doctor Mia's Point Of View: My eyes fluttered open, taking in the room from the soft lilac sheets. The walls caught the morning light streaming through the window. Across from me, the door stood closed, its white frame neat. My room. From the bed, I noticed a silhouette at the far side of the room, a woman in a crisp white shirt and trousers. A nurse. She turned toward me, her smile gentle. Slowly, my vision cleared. āYouāre awake,ā she said, taking a step closer. āHow are you feeling?ā āIāā My voice cracked. āEasy,ā she said softly. āWould you like a glass of water?ā I managed a small smile and nodded. She reached for my shoulder and then my hand, helping me sit up properly. Her touch was gentle, guiding me without rushing. She picked up a glass of water from the nightstand and handed it to me. I took it, bringing it carefully to my lips. When I finished, I handed it back. She placed it neatly on the nightstand and studied me silently as I wiped my mou
Sold My Virginity To The Mafia BrothersĀ Ā Ā Chapter 13: Loyal dog
Chapter 13: Loyal dogMia's Point Of View:I sat at the edge of the bed, staring out the window at the moon hanging in the sky.Two weeks. It had only been two weeks since I got trapped in this house, yet it felt like two years. Maybe more. Every day was unbearably long, and suffocating.How the hell did I even end up here?Oh, right. A one-night stand for my momās surgery money.God, I hoped it was worth it. Because I hadnāt heard from the doctor. Or my mom. Not once.Maybe they were wondering why I hadnāt reached out either.I was allowed to. Nothing in my āhouse arrest rulesā said I couldnāt contact people. Technically, I could call the doctor, text him, or check on Mom.But how would I explain where I was? How would I lie if Mom asked?I couldnāt tell him the truth. Luciferās men monitored everything.It was almost like they had cloned my device. They saw every tap I made. Every app I opened. Every icon I clicked. Every message I typed or received.Zero privacy. Zero freedom. Just
Sold My Virginity To The Mafia BrothersĀ Ā Ā Chapter 12: Breakfast
Chapter 12: BreakfastMia's Point Of View:Everywhere was silent. Dead. Absolute silence. No birds chirped in the distance. No footsteps echoed. Not even the waves crashing against the shore made a sound. Nothing. Just silence.A silence I had never heard before. A silence that reminded me sharply of where I was.All I could hear was one thing: My own tiny heartbeat. Just that.But the silence carried something else tooā¦. something dangerous. Something wrong.The scenes from last night crashed into my mind like a waterfall smashing into a narrow stream. Fast, violent, unstoppable.I wanted to convince myself it was a dream, but I knew it wasnāt. Every horrifying detail was real. Real, and unavoidable. I had to stay here. Live with them. Carry the child of two strangers I knew almost nothing about.Beyond their names and the fact that they thrived on violence, I knew nothing else. Not even their last names.But their last name didnāt matter. For some reason, my mind wouldnāt let go of
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