Semua Bab A Virgin For The Three Mafia Bodyguards : Bab 91 - Bab 100

Chapter 90Nina’s POVMy hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I stared at my empty palm like it might lie to me. Nothing. Just cold skin and a few flakes of snow melting on my fingers. The flash drive was gone.“Oh god,” I whispered. My voice cracked. “It’s gone. I lost it.”Dante’s arms tightened around me. His chest was still pressed tight to mine, warm and solid under the open coat. “Hey. Hey, kitten. Look at me.” His voice was low, steady, but I heard the edge in it. He cupped my face with one big hand, thumb brushing my cheek. His touch felt hot against my frozen skin. “Breathe. We’ll find it.”I shook my head fast. Tears burned my eyes and spilled over. “I had it the whole time. Through the fall. Through everything. And now… now it’s just gone.” My whole body started trembling harder. The burns on my shoulders and thighs screamed every time I moved. The snow under us felt like needles on my bare legs. I patted the ground around us, frantic, fingers digging into the cold powder. Nothing

Chapter 92Nina’s POVMy grin felt shaky on my face, like it didn’t belong there. Debt free. The words tasted sweet for half a second. I pictured myself back in my old apartment, books open on the table, no more guns, no more running, no more waking up scared every night. Just normal life. Med school. Coffee that didn’t taste like fear.But Dante didn’t smile back. He stayed across the room, arms crossed tight over his chest. His jaw looked locked. “Full payment, yes,” he said, voice low. “But debt free? That’s not how this works anymore, Nina.”My grin slipped away. I tried to sit up straighter. Pain flared across my burns and I hissed through my teeth. The warm towel on my stomach slid a little. “What do you mean?” I asked. My voice came out smaller than I wanted.Enzo leaned forward in his chair. He was still pressing a cloth to his bleeding arm. His face looked tired. “You think Sabina is just going to let you walk away? She knows your face. She knows your voice. She knows you wer

Chapter 93Nina’s POVThe silence in the room felt suffocating. I kept staring at the blood trail on the floor. Small red drops. Each one made my stomach twist tighter. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.Then I heard slow, heavy boots on the stairs.Dante came down.His right hand was wrapped in a dirty white cloth, but blood had already soaked through. Fresh drops fell from his fingers with every step. In his other hand, he carried a thick stack of money. Neat bands of hundred-dollar bills. More cash than I had ever seen in one place.He stopped at the bottom of the stairs. His eyes met mine. They looked tired. Hurt. Empty.No one said a word.Dante walked straight to me and dropped the stack on the small table beside the couch. It landed with a heavy thud. A few bills shifted loose. The smell of fresh paper mixed with the sharp, metallic scent of his blood.“That’s your payment,” he said. His voice was rough, like it hurt to speak. “Full amount. Take it.”I stared at the money. My thro

Chapter 95Nina’s POVThe cabin felt too quiet after everything. The fire crackled low in the corner. Warm orange light danced on the wooden walls. I sat on the old couch, still wrapped in the towel, my burns aching with every small move. The stacks of money sat heavy on the table beside me. I couldn’t stop staring at stack of cash but yet wondering is it will be enough to pay off the 4.7 million dollars. The number kept spinning in my head like a bad dream.“I wonder why my Dad hates me so much , which is so sudden. We used to be a happy family “ I sighed The others were busy. Enzo was cleaning his gun in the corner. Nikolai typed quietly on his laptop, trying to find a new safe place for us. Nana had gone to rest in the small back room. I was alone with my thoughts, and they were loud.The door to the library creaked open.Dante stepped in.He looked different. His shirt was still stained with blood. His wrapped hand had soaked through again. Fresh red dripped slowly from his finge

Chapter 97Nina’s POVI stepped out of the bathroom with my skin still tingling from the hot water. The towel felt rough against my burns, but I dried off quick and slipped into my clothes. First the jeans. They hugged my hips tight, a little stiff from all the running and hiding lately. Then the big blue shirt. It swallowed me up, soft and worn, hanging loose over my chest. Finally, I grabbed Nikolai’s jacket from the chair. It smelled like him — gun oil, smoke, and that deep cologne he always wore. I pulled it on and hugged it closer. For a second, I felt safe. Then I remembered I wasn’t.The room was quiet. Too quiet. I sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the window. Night hadn’t fully come yet. The sky outside still held that gray-blue color, like it was taking its time to get dark. Good. I needed the cover. My heart beat a little faster just thinking about slipping out that back door Dante left open. Or was it a trap? My stomach twisted.I pulled my knees up and wrapped my a