All Chapters of MY VIRGINITY SOLD TO THE LORD OF THE MAFIA : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Chapter 71MALICK’S POINT OF VIEWWhen his lips brushed mine, I felt this dizziness that I hadn't experienced in a long time. A taste of defiance and the forbidden mixed with the scent of her lipstick. She kissed me with restrained passion, as if she was afraid of crossing a line, and yet... every second that passed made her resistance more fragile. I ran my hand against his cheek, brushing his soft skin, then moved down to his neck. I felt her breathing quicken under my caresses, her body reacting in spite of herself. My lips left her mouth to slide towards her throat, placing feverish kisses there. She moaned softly, a sound that passed through me like a shock. Her fingers tightened against my shirt, pulling the fabric, as if she wanted me closer, harder. I no longer had any doubt: she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I pulled him against me, feeling every curve of his body mold to mine. The heat between us became unbearable, and I lost my train of rational thought. I slid my h

Chapter 73ALAYA’S POINT OF VIEWWhen the car stopped in front of the big gate of Santino's house, an icy shiver ran through my whole body. My eyes stared at these walls, these gates that I knew too well... and suddenly, the memories jumped into my face. This was where my hell began. Every stone, every tree in this courtyard seemed to murmur the muffled cries, the tears of the young girl that I had been. I stood still for a few seconds, lost in my thoughts. My heart was beating hard, my hands were shaking slightly without me being able to control them. —Alaya, what’s wrong with you? Elias asked me gently, placing his warm hand on mine. I turned my head towards him and saw the worry in his eyes. “I… I don’t want to stay in this house anymore, Elias,” I whispered. I no longer have the strength. He squeezed my hand a little tighter, as if to anchor my fear. “Just stay calm, everything will be fine,” he said to me in a firm but reassuring voice. In the back, Amenda, who had followe

Chapter 75ALAYA’S POINT OF VIEWI didn't really realize it was real yet. When Elias took my hand and told me he wanted to show me something, my heart was beating so hard it felt like it was echoing through my whole body. We had just turned the page on so much pain, so much struggle... and here he was leading me into a new life. Our life. When we arrived in front of the house, I stood frozen in the doorway, unable to say a word. It was a large, light building, surrounded by freshly planted flowers. The white shutters seemed to smile in the sun, and the air smelled of lavender and dry wood. I blinked, tears were already coming to me. —Elias...it's...magnificent. He looked at me, that tender smile that always had the gift of disarming my fears. “This is just the beginning, Alaya. This is our home. I take the plunge, short of breath. The interior was both simple and warm, everything I had always wanted but never admitted it. The living room was bathed in soft light, light curtains d

Chapter 77LUCA’S POINT OF VIEWI sit on the edge of the bed, my throat tight. —Your face is so calm, Santino… as if you were just sleeping. I wish that were true. I would like you to open your eyes and give me one of your dry sentences, yell at me or console me, I don't care. But I need you. — Fratello… you can hear me, right? I know you hear me. My voice trembles, I run my hand over my tear-soaked face. The machines beep softly around us, and I feel like a lost kid. — Everything is going to hell without you... I don't know who to talk to anymore. I miss you, Santino, I miss you like never before. I squeeze his cold hand between mine, my lips tremble. —Alaya…damn, Alaya is pregnant. But not from you… from Elias! Do you realize? He’s the one who’s going to have a child with her, not you. And she walks everywhere free, as if nothing had happened. As if his crimes, as if his filthiness mattered more. She was supposed to be behind bars, Santino, but no... like magic, she was releas

Chapter 79LUCA’S POINT OF VIEWThe sky seemed to have chosen to cry with us. Heavy, thick clouds covered the entire city, and a fine rain fell on the black umbrellas lined up. Everyone was there, dressed in black, with sunglasses to hide tears or the coldness of their eyes. I stood slightly behind, but close enough to see everyone's faces. Elias, straight as a statue, showed almost nothing, but his hands clenched behind his back betrayed a dull rage. Beside him, Alaya seemed fragile, her shoulders sometimes shaking from the sobs she was trying to stifle. Amenda was not ashamed of her tears: her mascara was running, her fingers were tirelessly wringing a handkerchief. The leaders of the other gangs, impeccable black silhouettes, watched in silence. Some wore an expression of forced respect, others just kept their lips pursed, as if they had only come out of duty. But in the depths of their eyes, behind the tinted lenses, I saw something else: distrust, calculation, sometimes even a