บททั้งหมดของ MY VIRGINITY SOLD TO THE LORD OF THE MAFIA : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Chapter 52ALAYA’S POINT OF VIEWNight was already falling on the villa, but in my chest, it was only a storm. I asked Elias to join me, away from prying ears, in the small living room near the garden. When he entered, I felt my heart relax for a second... then the rage came back to consume me. I'm not wasting time. — “Elias… where are we with the plan?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended. He looks me straight in the eyes. His jaw clenches. — “Yesterday… I almost had the opportunity to shoot him. But Luca was there. I couldn't. »A flood of anger runs through me, like a slap. I get up suddenly, take a few steps around the room. - " Shit ! » I blurted, clenching my fists. The frustration almost brings tears to my eyes. “Time flies, Elias!” And still nothing. Don't you understand? He'll eventually find out about both of us. And that day, he will kill us. Not the other way around. »He lowers his head slightly, like a blow, but his voice remains firm. — “I know it, Alaya. Be

Chapter 54D’AMENDA’S POINT OF VIEWI still remember the cold that hit me when the door closed behind me. The hotel rose before my eyes, grandiose, imposing, almost oppressive. I pulled my coat tighter to my chest as if to protect myself from an invisible weight, and my footsteps echoed on the icy marble of the hall. At reception, my eyes met those of Malick. Tall, charismatic, he had this enigmatic smile which disturbs as much as it fascinates. His gaze had slid over me as if he was already trying to read me. I stepped forward, my heels clicking nervously, and forced my lips into a smile I didn't feel. “Welcome, mademoiselle…” he murmured in a low, almost gentle voice. I didn't respond right away. I looked down, took a deep breath, then nodded. I was afraid that he would see through me, that he would guess the storms that I carried in my chest. We exchanged a few words, too short, too heavy with innuendo. His insistent gaze made me feel like I was being stripped bare. I swallowed

Chapter 56ALAYA’S POINT OF VIEWFor a moment I thought silence would engulf the room. But Santino exploded, his eyes bulging in disbelief, his veins bulging on his neck. - What ?! he yelled. Repeat a little what you just said, Elias, so that I can be sure that I have heard it correctly! Elias didn't flinch. His hand still held Santino's wrist tightly, like an unbreakable chain. His gaze was clear, sharp, almost insolent. “I think I was clear enough,” he replied in a calm but defiant tone. He took a step forward, closing the space between them, and added in a voice that resonated in my chest:— My friend... if you can't understand, then it's time to give up your place. Your arms are too short to catch that which shines... and your soul is too dark to see that you had a treasure at your side. A treasure that you never knew how to protect. I was short of breath. My heart was pounding in my temples. I had never imagined Elias speaking like this, in front of Santino. Santino turned

Chapter 58ALAYA’S POINT OF VIEWA few minutes later, the silence was broken by a distant, deep, mechanical howl. The mermaids. They were approaching at breakneck speed, like a pack of hungry wolves charging toward their prey. My heart sank, my legs trembled, but I stood there, frozen in my soiled dress. I didn't dare move, I didn't dare breathe too hard. The blood stuck to my hands was already drying in places, and a metallic smell rose in my throat. I felt like this bright red was screaming louder than the sirens outside. The door opened suddenly, and the rescuers rushed in. Their rapid steps echoed on the tiles, methodical, hurried. I watched them bustle around Elias, then Santino. I didn't understand their gestures, nor their technical words. All I saw was the white sheets they took out, the way they covered their inert bodies, before hoisting them onto the stretchers. A cold shiver ran down my spine. Then it was the police officers’ turn to enter. Their boots slammed on the gro

Chapter 60LUCA’S POINT OF VIEWI will never forget the smell of that hallway. This sterile mixture of disinfectant and dried blood, a smell that clings to the nostrils and reminds us that here, life and death come close to each other at every moment. I walked back and forth in front of the block door, my hands clutching my hair, unable to stay still. My heart pounded against my ribs as if it wanted to break me from the inside. A nurse came out first, her face closed, then the doctor behind her. I froze, unable to move forward, my legs trembling. — Mr. Luca? he said in a calm voice. I just nodded, my throat tight. —Elias will be fine. He has several broken ribs, but with rest and monitoring, he will be able to be released within a few weeks. I felt my knees give way. Elias... my brother in arms, my blood. Hearing him alive took a breath out of me that I didn't even know I was holding. I placed my hands on my face and let a tear fall, just one, hot. But before I could give in to