Semua Bab A V*rgin For The Three Mafia Bodyguards : Bab 161 - Bab 170

Chapter 158Stefan’s POV“The spider is the least of my problems right now.”Amanda was sitting on the bed with her phone in both hands and her face doing something I had not seen it do before. Pure panic. Not the Amanda who had stepped in front of a bodyguard’s hand. Not the Amanda who had gone live to half a million people in a dark field. Something smaller and more personal than any of that.She turned the phone around.Entertainment news. A gossip site with a large clear photograph. Two people on a yacht dance floor. Red spotlight. Gold mask. Feather mask. Kissing with the kind of commitment that cameras loved.The headline read: Mystery couple sets Ibiza party on fire. Who is she?“It was trending by six this morning,” Amanda said. Her voice was unnaturally calm in the way that meant the opposite. “My mother follows three entertainment accounts. Three. Out of the entire internet.”Nina sat up from the sofa. “To be fair you did want to kiss a stranger.”“I wanted to kiss a strange

Chapter 160Nikolai’s POVThe message came through encrypted, straight from one of our contacts in the city. Nina had reached out. She wanted to settle the debt. Clean. Professional. No emotions. Just numbers and a transfer link.I stared at the screen for a long second, then forwarded the details to Dante without a word. Let him handle the business side. My mind was already moving somewhere else.Isabella.We had her location pinned the moment she stepped foot on the island. Fake name, new passport, but the same arrogant stride. She thought she could hide here after everything she pulled back home. Thought she could breathe easy while Nina tried to rebuild.Not on my watch.I made the call from the back of the black SUV parked near the marina. Voice low, accent neutral. I fed them everything. Photos. The alias she was using. The encrypted bank trail showing she was moving funds that matched known terrorist financing patterns. A few planted whispers about a possible attack on the yach

Chapter 162Amanda’s POVHe turned around and his eyes landed on me and then on his cheek where my hand had just connected and his expression went from surprised to something else very fast.“What is wrong with you,” he said.I slapped him again.The girl made a sound and came forward and grabbed my arm and I was about to deal with that situation directly when Stefan stepped in front of her with his arm out. Not touching her. Just blocking.“Don’t,” he said to her. Quiet and final.Then he turned back to me.I opened my mouth.He bent down and picked me up and put me over his shoulder before I could process what was happening.“Put me down,” I said.He did not put me down.He walked. Back toward the hotel entrance. The cameras were going absolutely insane around us. Someone was shouting questions in English about whether she was his girlfriend. Someone else was asking something about his father and nuclear weapons and billions of dollars and Stefan walked through all of it like it was

Chapter 164Amanda’s POVI could not hold it anymore.That was the thing about carrying something heavy for too long. At some point your arms just gave out. Not because you decided to let go. Just because the body reached its limit and stopped cooperating.I sat on the edge of the bed and the papers were still pressed against my chest and Stefan was still looking at me with that expression and I just.Broke.Not quietly. Not composed. The kind of crying that had been waiting behind six weeks of smiling and planning and making lists and pretending that everything was fine because everyone around me already had too much to carry and I refused to be another thing.Stefan did not say anything.He sat beside me and put his arms around me and pulled me into his chest and held on.I grabbed his shirt and cried into it and he let me. No shushing. No it will be okay said too fast before he understood what he was dealing with. Just his arms and his warmth and the steady beat of his heart under

Chapter 166 Stefan’s POV She screamed. A short sharp sound, more surprise than fear, and then she was against my chest with both arms locked around me before I had even processed the dark. “It’s okay,” I said. Smoothing my hand over her hair. “I have you. It’s just the power.” I held her like that for a second, feeling her heart going fast against my ribs, then pulled my phone out and turned on the flashlight. The beam cut a narrow path across the room. No table lamp anywhere. I swept it around twice to be sure. Whoever decorated this place had gone heavy on tropical wood and woven mats and absolutely nothing electrical that did not depend on the grid that had just failed. “Shh,” I said again, even though she had already stopped making noise. “It’s fine. Come on.” I took her hand and led her down to the small reception desk. The man there had already lit two oil lamps and was completely unbothered by the situation, like power cuts during storms were simply part of doing b