Semua Bab MY VIRGINITY SOLD TO THE LORD OF THE MAFIA : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Chapter 22: She did not ask for this lifeLuca's point of viewI had just removed my jacket when I heard my brother's dry voice resonate in the hall. Alaya stopped a few steps from the entrance. His smile had just faded. I saw his fingers tense on the handles of his bags, his shoulders contract. She was straight, however. Proud. Silent. But her eyes ... her eyes shone with a glow that I only knew too well. That of a thunderstorm that is tried to contain, of a pain that we do not want to expose. Amended frowned. She advanced, almost protective. "Santino, you should pay attention to how you talk to him. »»Santino had a grin. " Oh ? Now are we giving me lessons? »»I straightened up, leaving the wall against which I was backed. "This is not a lesson, frangine. It’s respect. »»He turned to me, slowly, cold eyes. "And you, are you also going to mix with my wedding?" »»"Your marriage? "I repeated, approaching. I felt the anger getting into my throat, deaf, boiling. "You talk about

Chapter 24: The mafia excuse,Alaya's point of viewI was alone in my bedroom, sitting on the bed, legs brought against my chest, trying to calm the panic beats of my heart. The handle turned. My body froze. The door opened slowly ... and Santino entered. He did not take his usual cold and domineering look. He was advancing with calm, almost ... with caution. His step was heavy, his dark look. I turned my head to look at him, uncertain. My belly contracts despite me. I would have liked to say nothing, to show nothing. But his simple presence was enough to wake up all the pain that I tried to suffocate. He stopped a few steps from me. -I want to talk to you, he said in a deep voice. I did not answer. I just fixed it, without being able to hide this part of apprehension that rose in me. He continued, after a brief silence:- Elias told me about the attack ... the other time. My breath was cut off. My gaze instinctively sought an escape. He said that in an almost neutral tone, bu

Chapter 26: Wedding nightAlaya's point of viewI stop for a moment in front of the door. My heart beats quickly. Too fast. An icy sweat pearls behind my back, even though my palms are moist. My reflection in the mirror of the corridor seems foreign to me. My white dress still marries my shapes, crumpled by dance steps, also crumpled by this day which has turned everything upside down. I have an empty look. I just married a man I don't like ... while my heart stayed in a corner of the room, with Elias. My alliance already weighs me. Like a bracelet of golden chains. I inspire, deeply. The trembling hand, I hit slowly. Once. Twice. And I enter. The room is large, luxurious, sifted by a warm light. The curtains are fired, the breeze makes the sails hung on the columns of the bed. And him ... Santino, stands near the window, a flute of champagne in hand. He turns around by hearing me in, and a smile stretches his lips. A smile that freezes me. "Here you go, Mia sposa," he said wit

Chapter 28: The venom of liesI slam the door of my car with a contained rage. My hands tighten the wheel as if I could extract the truth by force. My jaw is tense. The engine rumbles, but it is nothing compared to the rumble in my head. They did not give a damn about me. The mother and daughter. Two liars, two manipulators. Alaya… my wife. She had promised purity, modesty, sacrifice. And I believed it. I closed my eyes, blinded by her beauty, by the delicacy of her gestures, by the tenderness she played perfection. A virgin? You speak. I slept with a woman who knew exactly what she was doing. Each hip movement, each sigh well placed. A role that she has repeated a thousand times, surely for another. I park the car with a dry blow in front of the hospital. The air is heavy, saturated with the disinfected smell of the building. But I no longer feel anything. Just the fire that consumes me. I climb the steps two by two, the fists closed, the tense muscles. At the reception, the nur

Chapter 30: DamnSantino Ricci's point of viewI didn't sleep that night. How could I have? The image of this straight line, frozen, cold ... This damn death line that screams in my ears like a sentence. I killed Alaya's mother. Not with a weapon. Not with poison. But with my anger. My threat. My shadow. I had exceeded the limits, and I couldn't even tell him why. I stayed in my office for hours, my gaze frozen on the void, without hearing the blows struck at my door, or even the noises of the house. When I finally realized what I had to do, I got up, I took out the controller. A big one. Of those that we reserve for precious silences. I opened it, stacked the bundles, closed. Then I caught a little paper and I scored the doctor's address. Not his name. Just the address. When Elias arrived, I didn't even look up. My voice was dry, straight, without emotion. The kind of tone that I use when I want an order to be respected without a question. - Entre, Elias. Close the door. He obe