NIRVANA:THE MAFIA'S WILD SIN のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Nirvana stepped out of her room cautiously, her eyes darting around the hallway. The last thing she wanted was to run into RAyNe. She was still reeling from last night. The sex had been... wild. The sounds that had escaped her lips made her cringe just thinking about it. Embarrassment burned in her chest.She had woken up alone.RAyNe had left without a word, and she hated how that made her feel."You little slut."Siara’s voice sliced through the air like a dagger. Nirvana sighed in relief."Ugh, what do you want? It’s too early for your screeching, birdbrain." She folded her arms, leveling Siara with a bored look."You slept with my man! You shameless…""Oh please," Nirvana cut her off, rolling her eyes. "Your man slept with me. And honestly? It was average at best."Lies.The truth was, she could barely walk straight. Her body still ached in places she never knew existed. She had given away her virginity to RAyNe St. Trinity..the man who bought her like an object, the man she was t

The front door creaked open, and RAyNe crossed the threshold, still carrying her. The house…his house…was quiet, almost suffocating in its emptiness. Everything about it was a reflection of what she had become in his world. No warmth. No comfort. Just cold, hard reality.The air inside smelled of leather, polished wood, and something faintly metallic. His world was immaculate, a fortress built on power, control, and the idea that everything could be bought. Even her.He walked up the stairs, his muscles straining slightly under her weight, but he didn’t slow down. He wouldn’t. He carried her into the room that had become her prison, the room that would serve as a constant reminder of what she had lost…and what she now belonged to.He gently placed her on the bed, his hands lingering for a second too long. The vulnerability in her eyes…the way she looked at him as if he were the enemy…was unsettling. She wasn’t just broken. She was lost. Completely lost in this world he had dragged her

"Tell me, Mr. St. Trinity... what brings the devil himself to my doorstep?"The drawl of Monsieur Moreau oozed arrogance as he stood by the fireplace in a burgundy silk robe, swirling a glass of brandy as though the man before him wasn’t a known executioner dressed in black. His thick French accent gave every syllable a polished edge. He didn’t look afraid. That was his first mistake.RAyNe stepped into the grand foyer like a silent storm. The marble beneath his boots caught the reflection of the grand chandelier above. The air was thick with smoke, cologne, and the stink of quiet cruelty. Lucian trailed behind him like a blade in a sheath, unreadable, calculating.RAyNe didn’t speak.“Juliette!” Mr. Moreau barked, his voice bouncing off the carved pillars. “Bring our guest something. Show him hospitality.”A beat passed.Then, she emerged.Sienna.She moved like someone walking through glass. Hair tied up in a ribbon that did nothing to hide the purple bruise beneath her eye. In her

"Where the fuck is she?!" RAyNe's voice thundered through the estate like a bomb going off, sending staff scattering in every direction. A vase flew across the hallway, crashing into the wall and exploding into porcelain shards. Lucian didn’t flinch. He stood there, eyes steady as RAyNe raged in circles, fists clenched, jaw tight enough to snap. "It’s been two days. TWO fucking DAYS! No camera picked her up? No guards saw anything? No scent trails, no tech ping, no leads?!" "We’ve checked every surveillance inch for the last seventy-two hours," Lucian said calmly. "She vanished." "That’s impossible," RAyNe spat, grabbing the edge of the table and flipping it violently. Papers, files, glasses…everything shattered. "No one vanishes from under my nose!" He was unraveling. Sienna had woken up earlier that day. Quiet. Withdrawn. And though he had gone in to see her, he barely said anything more than, "You’re safe now. I’ll explain everything soon." But he hadn’t explained sh

“Drive faster.”RAyNe’s voice cut through the silence like a blade. His hand gripped Nirvana’s cold fingers tightly as she lay in the backseat, her head against his chest, bruised, bleeding, but conscious.“I’m fine,” she muttered weakly.“No, you’re not.”“You don’t get to say that.”His jaw clenched. “I just dragged you out of hell.”“You threw me in it first.”Lucian, seated in the front, didn’t dare breathe too loud.Gianni kept his eyes on the road, foot pressed to the pedal. “ETA: ten minutes.”RAyNe looked down at her face. Her cheek was swollen, her lip cut. The dried blood on her temple made something in him twist violently.“I didn’t know they took you,” he said quietly. “If I had…”“You bought me,” she whispered. “What difference would it make?”RAyNe didn’t reply.She winced, shifting in his hold. He reached for the blanket draped over the seat and tucked it around her. She turned her face away.“You’re safe now.”“You think that fixes it?”“No. But I’ll kill anyone who ev