Semua Bab Sold My Virginity To The Mafia Brothers: Bab 1 - Bab 10

CHAPTER 1: Too good to be true Mia's Point Of View: I stared at the cracked phone screen yet again, reloading my chats. Nothing. Zero messages. “Fuck it!!” My teeth ground as I slid the phone in my pocket. A sudden chill ran down my spine, and I turned to Mom who laid helplessly on the hospital bed. But it’s not her presence that shook me to the bone. It’s the continuous dry cough that ripped through the walls of her throat. The fear of losing her to the cruel embrace of her chronic lung condition. Oh, the way she looked at me with those eyes, the same shade as mine. But now they were swallowed by eye bags, wide and dark as saucers. She didn't say a word because well, she couldn't. Yeah, it's that critical. But eyes don't lie. I could tell she was betting all her hope on me. It all started with an explosion that affected her lungs years ago. The same explosion that took my Father's life on the night I turned sixteen. Something the news described as a ‘robbery gone wrong’. T

CHAPTER 3: Hot Devil's ChauffeurMia's Point Of View:“You don’t have to say yes,” Rihanna added softly. “But if you walk out that door, your mother dies.”The words landed like a blow. I stopped in my tracks. My vision blurred. I couldn’t tell if it was fear or shame burning behind my eyes.The doctor's words rippled in my mind…. “We can't keep her in this condition anymore, I'm sorry. She needs the surgery, or….”“Or what?”“The deadline is a week,”.I swallowed hard, closing my eyes as my nails dug into my palm so deep I could almost feel it rip.I hated that I was still standing here. Hated that life had cornered me this far, that I even had to consider this.Something I swore I’d never do was now flashing in my mind as a possible solution.A possible solution? Who am I kidding? It was the only one.I swear, I hated myself at that moment. The sound of Mom’s breathing machine filled my head again. The look in her eyes, that dry, helpless cough, haunted me.My nails dug deeper int

Chapter 5: Luxurious but intimidatingMia's Point Of View:“Fuck. You're so fucking tight!” His voice was low and undeniably seductive enough as his hand pinned my neck to the bed. At the same time, he pushed into me slowly. Not because he was being careful, but because… Well, I was tight. I could feel my insides stretch and try to accommodate every inch he pushed in.Did it hurt? Yeah. Like hell. But not the way movies make it look. It was a strange mix of pain and pleasure, the kind that leaves one stuck between moaning and whimpering.“You like that…. yeah?” he growled, the words strained between gritted teeth. Each syllable forced out with a deep, rough vibration that seemed to rise straight from his chest.My eyes sprang open.Shit. I’d been dreaming about last night.Wait. It’s morning already?I clutched the sheets against my chest, my gaze darting around the room. No one was there. Just me.My eyes landed on the nightstand, on a pack of condoms, and two used ones lying beside

CHAPTER 7: It doesn’t matter. We’re all going to die anywayRaven’s Point Of View:The music flowed lightly through the speakers, vibrating against the walls as I sank into the black leather chair tucked in the corner of the room. Red lights scattered across the dark space.On one end of the room stood a red bar counter, bottles and glasses perfectly aligned behind it, neat, maybe a little too neat for my liking.Unlike the rest of the place. The walls were lined with weapons; guns of all shapes and sizes, grenades hanging like ornaments, and suitcases filled with things I shouldn’t be speaking about.Most people would call it chaos. I call it peace. This room was where my head cleared.My brother hated it here. He’d made it obvious countless times, the way his jaw tightened every time he stepped in, the way his fist clenched like he couldn’t wait to leave. He was the calm one, the thinker, the manipulator, the one who believed not every problem needed blood to end it. Maybe tears and

CHAPTER 9: Spell Mia's Point Of View: “Raven,” he said, glancing over at his brother. So that was his name. Raven, and Lucifer. There has to be a story behind those names. Then his eyes found me again, and something in that gaze made my breath stop midair. “Take care of Ally,” he ordered, his tone low but final. “I’ll take care of this one.” He walked up to me slowly, each step measured. Then he stopped, right in front of me. His gaze locked with mine, digging into my soul until I almost forgot how to breathe. Then his eyes shifted to Ruthless. “Upstairs,” he commanded. Before I could process what was happening, a pair of strong arms wrapped around my legs. In one effortless motion, I was lifted, shoved onto Ruthless’ broad shoulders. The door shrank in the distance as he carried me away. I swallowed hard. In less than a minute, we were moving down a long, dim passage. The air was heavy, and every step echoed loud. Very loud. We turned toward one of the few doors li