All Chapters of A V*rgin For The Three Mafia Bodyguards : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Chapter 129Dante’s POVI stepped off the plane and felt the island air wrap around me like it had been waiting. Three months. That was how long I had carried her letters in my pocket next to the auger shell. Three months of cold nights at sea and the sound of her voice in my head every time things got quiet. I did not waste time. I walked the familiar path down to the beach with my bag over my shoulder and my heart beating harder than it had any right to.She was there.Laila knelt on her faded blue cloth arranging shells the way she always did. Her dark hair moved with the breeze. The white sundress had that small tear near the hem. She looked up when she felt me watching. For one second she just stared. Then the basket dropped from her hands. Shells scattered across the sand and she was running toward me. Bare feet kicking up little clouds behind her.I dropped my bag and met her halfway. She crashed into my chest. Her arms locked around my neck. I lifted her off the ground and hel

Chapter 131Dante’s POVI drove with both hands on the wheel and the pearl bracelet in my front pocket. The truck smelled like old leather and the sergeant’s cheap cologne. I had not eaten. I had not slept. The road stretched out dark and straight in front of me. Baltimore was forty minutes away. I kept the speed steady. No music. No thoughts that were not necessary. Just the hum of the engine and the occasional flash of highway lights passing over the windshield.My phone buzzed on the passenger seat.Enzo.No message. Just a file. Four video attachments. I pulled over onto the shoulder without thinking. The hazard lights blinked orange into the dark on both sides. I picked up the phone and opened the first feed.I watched them in order.Feed One showed the thermal image from high above. Green and gray night vision. My house was a small warm square in the middle of the screen. The kitchen light was on. Laila moved slowly through it. Her shape was clear even from that height. The roun

Chapter 133Dante’s POV General Harlan Cross did not go quietly.That was the one thing I had expected and the one thing that still somehow surprised me when it happened. Men like Cross never believed the walls were actually closing until the walls were touching their shoulders. Even then they looked for gaps.There were no gaps.Nikolai had spent three weeks building the archive. Every document. Every authorization order. Every financial trail. Every communication between Cross and his network of generals, contractors, weapons scientists and intelligence officers who had built CLEAN ENGINE from a classified concept into an active illegal program running across seven countries. He packaged it with the precision of a man who understood that the difference between information and evidence was organization, and Nikolai was the most organized human being I had ever encountered.He sent it simultaneously to eleven journalists across six countries. Not all at once. In a sequence timed so t

Chapter 135 Nina’s POV The lecture hall smelled like old wood and fresh coffee. I sat in the back row with my hoodie pulled low over my face, trying to disappear into the seat. It did not work. People kept staring. Some whispered. Others gave me those looks — the kind that said they had heard things. I kept my head down and focused on the notebook in front of me. My hand shook a little as I wrote. Everything felt too loud. Too bright. Too many eyes on me. A girl two rows ahead turned around and muttered something to her friend. I caught the words “thief” and “president’s daughter.” My stomach twisted. I pretended I did not hear. I had survived worse. Much worse. But this was different. This was my school. My old life. The place where I used to feel normal. The lecturer, Professor Adeyemi, noticed the whispers. He stopped mid-sentence and looked around the room. His voice was calm but firm. “Enough. Nina has been following the online modules and her scores are still better than mos

Chapter 137Nina’s POVAmanda’s voice was terrible.That was the thing nobody ever talked about. She was beautiful, smart, funny, and could walk into any room and own it. But the moment a good song came on, she opened her mouth and made it sound like a cat was being stepped on slowly.I covered my ears.“Stop!” I laughed so hard my stomach hurt. “Please. I am begging you.”“This is my song!” She turned the volume up higher and sang louder, one hand on the steering wheel, the other waving dramatically in the air. Her sunglasses sat crooked on her face. Her braids bounced with every beat.The morning traffic moved slow around us. Other drivers glanced over. One man in the next car shook his head and rolled up his window.I dropped my head against the headrest and cried with laughter.“Sing with me!” Amanda grabbed my arm and shook it.“I am not singing that.”“Nina.”“Amanda.”She pinched my arm.“Ow.” I slapped her hand away and joined her on the chorus just to make her stop pinching.