Semua Bab MY VIRGINITY SOLD TO THE LORD OF THE MAFIA : Bab 101 - Bab 110

Chapter 101SANTINO’S POINT OF VIEWThey came to pick me up early in the morning. Two guards, not a word. One of them just said to me:— Parlor. I looked up at him, without responding. The light from the hallway attacked me. It smelled of bleach and sweat. The concrete beneath my soles resonated with a hollow sound. It seemed like every step reminded me of where I had fallen: way down. I didn't know who I was going to find on the other side of that damn window. No one comes to see a man like me, except those who still have something to gain from him. And in fact, I still had a lot. When I pushed open the door to the visiting room, the cold penetrated me to the bones. And then I saw them. Luca. And my lawyer, Master Corvani. I stood still for a moment, the chains still on my wrists. Luca got up first. The same piercing gaze as mine, drawn features, tight jaw. He had taken ten years in one go. When our eyes met, I felt something stir in my chest, a mixture of rage and nostal

Chapter 103ALAYA’S POINT OF VIEWThe morning was quiet. Too quiet, perhaps. The sun filtered through the beige curtains of the living room, casting golden shimmers on the parquet floor. The smell of coffee mingled with that of toast. I loved that silence, the one that wasn’t scary, the one that didn’t hide screams, weapons, or nightmares. Elias was in the garden, shirtless, busy repairing the back fence. I heard him moaning from time to time about a stubborn nail. Since his convalescence, he has been recovering slowly. The scar on his stomach still hurt him sometimes, but he refused to talk about it. He said that “wounds are just a reminder that we survived.”I finally lived without fear. Or at least I thought. I sat on the sofa, a mug in my hands. The television broadcast a banal morning news, snippets of politics, the weather, stifled laughter. I listened absently, lost in thought. I was about to turn off the TV when the presenter suddenly changed his tone. — Special flash. W

Chapter 105SANTINO’S POINT OF VIEWI've been coming back to this bar for three days. Always at the same time. Always at the same table, the one at the back, my back to the wall — the one that allows me to see everything without being seen. The boss thinks I'm a trucker in transit, or a passing guy with a story it's better not to know. And that suits me. But she… Nina, she looks at me differently. The first time, she smiled at me like she would at any customer. The second, she asked my first name. And that evening, for the first time, I lied gently. “Matteo,” I said. The name of a ghost. From a brother in arms who died ten years ago. She didn't suspect anything. She nodded, her eyes sparkling with quiet curiosity. And since then, she always comes a little closer to my table. Tonight the bar is almost empty. Just two truckers at the counter and an old man falling asleep on his beer. The rain is still hitting the windows. And she arrives, a tray in hand, her dark curls b

Chapter 107SANTINO’S POINT OF VIEWShe laughed. A simple, light laugh, which resonated in the room like a song. And there I was, sitting on the old sofa in his little house, a drink in hand, unable to understand how such a banal thing could disarm me so much. I had been hanging out in this remote corner for three weeks. Three weeks since my escape. Three weeks that Nina filled my days and stole my nights. At first, I came to hide. Now...I didn't really know why I stayed. She came over, a blanket on her shoulders, and sat down next to me. — You are thoughtful this evening, Matteo. I looked up at her. Her hair fell in wild locks over her cheeks, her eyes shone in the flickering light of the lamp. “I’m thinking,” I replied. It happens to me. —I noticed. You often look at people as if trying to guess their story. I raised an eyebrow. —And you, do you think I would guess yours? She gave a mysterious smile. - Maybe. But I think you already have enough ghosts to understand

Chapter 109SANTINO’S POINT OF VIEW- What ? I said, exhaling the smoke. He raised an eyebrow. “You’ve changed, Santino. —Is that supposed to be an insult? - No. It's just... surprising. I smile, ironic. — You can't stay a demon all your life. —A demon, maybe not. But a Ricci yes. And a Ricci never forgets. I felt his gaze weigh on me. I knew very well where he was going with this. — What are you talking about? He leaned towards me a little, his voice lower, firmer. — You're not going to tell me that you forgot Elias and Alaya? The name hit me like a slap. My smile faded. I remained silent for a moment, the cigarette dangling between my fingers. “…Revenge,” I murmured, thoughtfully. Luca narrowed his eyes. - Yeah. Revenge. The one that made you survive all these years. The one you risked your neck for. I didn't answer right away. A light wind passed, causing the candle flame on the table to flicker. I took a deep breath, my thoughts scattered in the noise of the ni