All Chapters of MY VIRGINITY SOLD TO THE LORD OF THE MAFIA : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 31: FuneralAlaya's point of viewThe next day, I was still unable to say her name aloud without my throat tightening. Everything was blurred around me, as if the world had lost its colors. I barely heard the voices in the family home, the whispers, the muffled steps, the doors that we opened and closed. Everything seemed so distant. I was in the room where mom was sleeping in the past. His scarves were still suspended behind the door, his slippers carefully placed at the foot of the bed. I would tweak the blanket, as if she was going to arise from nowhere smiling, telling me that all of this was just a nightmare. But no. Mom was dead. And I had to organize her funeral. Santino had not shown himself from the hospital. So much the better. I wouldn’t have supported seeing her face. Nor to hear him talk to me as if nothing had happened. Elias, on the other hand, did not leave me. He was there, like a benevolent shadow, ready to do whatever I could not bear. - What are we sta

Chapter 33Amende's point of viewI gently closed the door of the room behind me, my heart still agitated by the tense conversation between Alaya and Santino. The house atmosphere has become heavy in recent days. Everyone seemed to walk on eggs. Including me. My heels slowly slammed on the tiles to the bedroom. I needed to breathe, find some peace. And maybe ... a little more. A strange, almost animal warmth, had been having my stomach since this morning. A kind of lack. Of empty. When I entered, the dark caressed my bare skin. Luca was lying on the bed, his arm folded behind the head, his eyes closed. He looked so tired, his chest lifted slowly, to the rhythm of heavy breathing. Even asleep, he cleared this raw, virile, almost magnetic aura. I stayed there a few seconds, to observe it in silence. My gaze slipped on the line of his collarbones, then on his naked shirt, marked by the efforts of past days. My lower abdomen contracts slightly, and without thinking, I attracted the clo

Chapter 35Alaya's point of viewA week. Already a week since my mother closed her eyes. A week of heavy silence, of fleeting looks, sleepless nights. Everything in this house still feels its presence. And yet she is no longer there. Today, I felt this void like a stab. There are important things that I left there ... papers, memories, pieces of her that I cannot give up. I had to go back. I had no choice. So I went to see Santino. He was in the living room, sitting in his usual chair, a glass of whiskey in hand. The look lost in a vacuum, as usual since our wedding night. I advanced, nervous, my hands crossed in front of me. -I have to go home, I said in a voice that I wanted to firm. There are important things that I have to recover. I will not be long. He didn't respond immediately. He just turned his head towards me, cold, impenetrable eyes. - You won't go alone. Bring Elias. I hosted my head without discussing. Elias arrived a few minutes later, sober, still straight in he

Chapter 37Alaya's pointI still remember the smell in mom's room ... a mixture of old wood and faded scent. Sitting on the edge of her old bed, my hands tense on my knees, I said in a trembling voice:- Elias ... you have to denounce it to the police. He must be arrested. He looked at me as if I had just offered the most naive thing in the world. A long sigh swelled his chest before he replied:- Alaya ... Santino is not just anyone. It’s a mafia. If he ends up behind bars, he will pay the best lawyers, buy the jurors, and in less than a week, he will be outside. His words frozen me. I suddenly felt so small in the face of the magnitude of this shadow that reigned over our lives. -So ... what do we do? I whispered. He raised his chin, his dark eyes planted in mine. - We make him pay. Bitterly. I frowned. - I ... I don't understand. Elias approached, until I feel the warmth of her breath. His voice fell more serious, almost a whisper:- We wait. We observe. And when the momen

Chapter 39Alaya's pointI felt strangely light by crossing the doors of the store, as if for a moment, the weight of the last days had been a little lighter. Amenda was walking alongside me, full of enthusiasm, while I kept a distracted eye on the dresses and delicate fabrics that were spread around us. -Alaya, look at this one! she launched, grabbing an ivory silk dress. You would be beautiful in it, it's perfect for reception. I smile weakly, touching the smooth fabric with my fingertips. "Yes, she is beautiful ..." I replied, but my mind was elsewhere. All I wanted was to get lost in the sweetness of a fearless moment, without anger, without pain. Amenda did not allow itself to be discouraged. - Come on, choose something. That day, you have to shine. Not only for them, but for you too. I nodded, trying to soak up this energy that she gave off, this force she seemed to have and that I could not yet bring together. We tried several outfits. Amenda laughed every time I made a g