Semua Bab Sold My Virginity To The Mafia Brothers: Bab 11 - Bab 17

CHAPTER 11: She's differentLucifer's Point Of View:The realization hit me like a bitter aftertaste. We slept with a stranger.It didn’t make any fucking sense.A stranger… who claims she had a one-night stand planned with another man.“Raven.” My voice cut through the silence. “We fucked a stranger.”Raven’s eyes shifted to the girl, probably too stunned to even breathe right now. Or maybe too shocked to process the weight of what I just said.I didn’t expect her to speak. Not for at least fifteen minutes. Most girls freeze in situations like this. This one looked like she might break faster. That's how their gender mind works most times.“Great!” she smiled — sharp, mocking. “Then let me fucking go.” She spat the words out in the rudest yet strangely polite way possible, like she was daring us, taunting us for our mistake.I raised a brow.She’s…. different.We didn’t answer. Not because we had nothing to say, but because her words didn’t deserve a response. Not yet.She shoved her

Chapter 13: Loyal dogMia's Point Of View:I sat at the edge of the bed, staring out the window at the moon hanging in the sky.Two weeks. It had only been two weeks since I got trapped in this house, yet it felt like two years. Maybe more. Every day was unbearably long, and suffocating.How the hell did I even end up here?Oh, right. A one-night stand for my mom’s surgery money.God, I hoped it was worth it. Because I hadn’t heard from the doctor. Or my mom. Not once.Maybe they were wondering why I hadn’t reached out either.I was allowed to. Nothing in my “house arrest rules” said I couldn’t contact people. Technically, I could call the doctor, text him, or check on Mom.But how would I explain where I was? How would I lie if Mom asked?I couldn’t tell him the truth. Lucifer’s men monitored everything.It was almost like they had cloned my device. They saw every tap I made. Every app I opened. Every icon I clicked. Every message I typed or received.Zero privacy. Zero freedom. Just

Chapter 15: A dragRaven's Point Of View:Maybe they were right. Maybe I was weak. Maybe I still am. But the last thing I ever needed was someone putting it in my face like I didn’t already know.I couldn’t protect Mom. I watched her die. I carried that every day like a scar I couldn't wash off. She was the only one who ever loved me. Father? He hated Lucifer and me from the start.It was never an” us” problem. It was a “him” problem. That man despised anyone who couldn’t kill without blinking. Hated that we were kids with a conscience. Hated that we didn’t come out of the womb ready to spill blood for his name.He wanted soldiers. We were just children.If Dad had raised us alone without Mom, we would’ve become a menace by age seven. Pure weapons, no conscience.But we loved Mom more, so we followed her way of peace, until thirteen. Until she died. Thirteen years of hatred from our father. Thirteen years of trying to impress a man who never saw us. No matter how hard we trained, figh

Chapter 17: SketchMia's Point Of View:I swallowed hard, lying flat on my stomach, my legs kicking lazily in the air like I had nothing better to do than pretend innocence. A sheet of paper was spread beneath my chin, my pencil scratching across it. I wasn’t even focused, but somehow the sketch kept coming out right anyway.My mind kept drifting back to that dinner…. to the moment Lucifer's eyes landed on me.There was something in his gaze, something I’d never seen before. Interest. The kind that felt like a warning disguised as attention.Raven noticed too. He didn’t say much, he never does, but the look on his face told me enough. That man reads a room like he’s deciding who to bury first.Still, the rough sketch captured the scene perfectly. Lucifer’s stare, the tension, the danger, despite the fact that I wasn’t even trying. Art was the only place my hands moved exactly how I wanted them to.I loved anything artistic. Drawing, singing off-key on purpose, switching tones mid-se