All Chapters of A V*rgin For The Three Mafia Bodyguards : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter TwelveNina’s POVI couldn’t sleep.The bed was too soft, the room too quiet, and my mind wouldn’t stop spinning. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the ocean closing over my head. Felt the water filling my lungs. Heard Dante’s cold voice promising punishment.I sat up, pushing the blankets away. The oversized t-shirt I wore, Enzo’s shirt, smelled like cedar and gunpowder. A constant reminder of who owned me now.No. Not owned. I wasn’t owned.I pressed my palms against my eyes, trying to think. There had to be a way out. There had to be someone who could help me. My father was useless, worse than useless. He’d sold me like cattle. But Jenny . My best friend Jenny . Her father worked in military intelligence. If anyone could get me out of this nightmare, it was him.I just needed to call her. One phone call. That’s all.Nana had a phone. I’d seen her use it in the kitchen, texting her grandchildren in Miami. If I could just get to her room, borrow it for five minutes, I could

Chapter FourteenNina’s POVI woke up feeling like someone had taken a sledgehammer to my skull.The sunlight streaming through the curtains felt like knives stabbing directly into my brain. My mouth tasted like something had died in it. My body ached everywhere, especially my ass, which brought back humiliating memories I desperately wanted to forget.The spanking. Enzo’s hands. My own hands between my legs afterward.Nikolai standing in my doorway.The whiskey. So much whiskey.I groaned and rolled over, immediately regretting the movement as my stomach lurched. What the hell had I said to him last night? The memories were foggy, fragmented. His voice. The cigar smoke. The way he’d looked at me like he wanted to devour me whole.I pushed myself up slowly, my head pounding with each movement. I needed water. Medicine. Something to make this nightmare go away.I stumbled out of bed and made my way downstairs, one hand on the wall for balance. The house was too bright, too loud. Every

Chapter SixteenNina’s POVI woke up slowly, like swimming through thick honey toward a light I couldn’t quite reach.Everything hurts.Not sharp pain, exactly. More like my entire body had been wrung out and left to dry. Heavy. Distant. Wrong.I tried to move my left arm and couldn’t. Something held it down, wrapped tight. Panic fluttered in my chest before I remembered.The dungeon.The spy.The gun.The bullet.My eyes snapped open.I was lying on a couch in the main living area, the one with the ocean view. Afternoon sunlight streamed through the massive windows, turning everything gold. An IV stand stood beside me, clear fluid dripping slowly into the needle taped to my right hand. My left arm was bandaged from wrist to shoulder, heavy and useless in a sling.“Ay, mija, you’re awake. Finally.”Nana appeared in my line of vision, her face creased with worry. She held a glass of water with a straw, her hands trembling slightly as she brought it to my lips.“Small sips,” she said.

Chapter EighteenNina’s POVThe morning started quietly.Too quietly, I would realize later. Like the world was holding its breath before screaming.I sat at the kitchen island, nursing a cup of coffee Nana had pressed into my hands. She hummed softly while chopping vegetables for lunch, the knife making rhythmic thunks against the cutting board. Sunlight streamed through the windows, turning everything warm and golden.Normal. Almost peaceful.Nikolai stood at the stove, shirtless in gray sweatpants, flipping pancakes like he didn’t have a care in the world. His back was a canvas of scars and tattoos, muscles shifting under skin with each movement.I’d been watching him more than I should. Remembering what Enzo had said last night. Remembering how they’d sent Isabela away the second I left Dante’s office.Remembering that I mattered.“You’re staring, kotyonok,” Nikolai said without turning around.Heat flooded my cheeks. “I’m not.”“You are.” He glanced over his shoulder, a small smi

Chapter Twenty Nina’s POV The house felt different after my father left. Lighter somehow. Like a weight I’d been carrying had finally lifted. Or maybe it was just me who felt different. Freer. Like I’d finally stopped fighting gravity and learned to fly instead. Dante’s fever had broken completely. The doctor cleared him for light activity, though he was supposed to rest for another week. Enzo’s arm was healing well. Nikolai’s side was already scarring over, the bullet wound fading to a pink line. They were recovering. The house was being repaired. Guards had been doubled. And I… I was theirs. Publicly. Irrevocably. By choice. Three days had passed since I’d kissed Dante in front of my father. Three days of heated looks and stolen touches and a tension so thick I could barely breathe through it. But nothing more. Dante was still healing. Enzo was handling the fallout from the attack, coordinating with their network, hunting down whoever had sent those men. Nikolai w