All Chapters of A V*rgin For The Three Mafia Bodyguards : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Chapter 70Dante’s POVThe snow had stopped falling, but the cold still hung thick in the air, biting at my bare skin like tiny needles. I stood there in the driveway, watching the last of the men shuffle off toward the barracks. Their boots left dark prints in the white, disappearing one by one. The dogs had gone quiet again. Everything felt too still after the alarm and the shouting.Nina’s words kept ringing in my ears. Transdermal. Blow job. Fast acting. She’d said it calm, like she was reading from a textbook. And every man out here had turned to stare at her like she’d grown a second head. Even Enzo looked impressed for half a second before he hid it behind that smirk of his.I rubbed a hand over my face. Felt the stubble rough against my palm. Tired. Bone-deep tired. The kind that sits heavy in your chest and makes every breath feel like work.“I can see you’re being stubborn and being a smart ass these few days, Nina,” I said. Voice came out rougher than I meant. Just tired of

Chapter 72Nina’s POVThe bald man—whose name turned out to be Kim K, which made me bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing—didn’t waste time. He snapped his fingers twice. Sharp. Two girls appeared from a side door like they’d been waiting. Both tall. Both in black leggings and crop tops. One with pink hair, the other with a tight braid. They looked me over quick, no smiles, just business.“Full package,” Kim K said. “Wax. Massage. Nails. Hair. Lashes. Brows. Everything. Make her look expensive. Expensive and dangerous.”Pink Hair nodded. Grabbed my arm gentle but firm. “This way.”They led me down a narrow hallway lined with mirrors. Every step echoed. The room at the end was bright. White walls. Big lights. Three massage tables. Wax pots steaming. Bottles of oil lined up like soldiers. Smelled like lavender and hot sugar.“Strip,” Braid Girl said. No hello. No small talk.I hesitated. Hands on the zipper of my hoodie.Kim K leaned in the doorway. Arms crossed. “You want t

Chapter 74Nina’s POVThe drive back felt longer than the way there. City lights blurred past the windows in streaks of gold and red. Enzo kept the music low, some slow beat that matched the thump in my chest. I stayed quiet most of the ride. Coat belted tight. Hands in my lap. Every bump in the road made the silver straps shift against my skin. Reminded me how little was underneath. How exposed I would be soon.Enzo glanced over a couple times. Smirk still there. But softer now. Like he was proud. Or maybe just enjoying the view.We pulled through the gates just as the sun dipped low. Sky turning orange and purple. House lights already on. Warm glow spilling from the windows. Guards nodded at Enzo. Didn’t look twice at me. Coat hid everything.Inside the foyer felt different. Cooler. Quieter. Nana wasn’t in the kitchen. No smell of food. Just the faint scent of pine cleaner and gun oil.Enzo took my hand. Thumb brushed my wrist again. Pulse jumped under his touch.“Ready?” he asked.

Chapter 76Nina’s POVThe dressing room smelled thick with perfume, sweat, and something sweet like vanilla body oil. Mirrors everywhere bounced the light back at me. Bright bulbs around them made every sparkle on my silver outfit flash. Music from the main floor thumped through the walls. Steady. Heavy. Like a heartbeat.Angel still smiled at me. Warm. Patient. The other girl stayed on her knees. Lips wrapped around Angel’s nipple. Soft sucking sounds mixed with the bass outside. Angel’s hand rested on the girl’s head. Gentle. Guiding.Angel reached out. Fingers light on my arm. Touched my wrist first. Then slid up slow. Palm flat against my skin. Moved higher. Over my elbow. Then to my chest. Cupped the side of my breast. Thumb brushed the edge of the silver strap. Not grabbing. Just feeling. Testing.My breath caught. Skin tingled where she touched. Nipple hardened under the thin pastie.“Your name?” she asked again. Voice soft. Low. Like we were sharing a secret.I smiled small. “

Chapter 78Nina’s POVThe stage kept rising. Slow at first. Then faster. The floor dropped away beneath me. I scrambled up from my knees. Legs wobbly. The silver heels slipped on the smooth metal. I grabbed the pole to steady myself. Cold chrome bit into my palms.The music crashed in. Heavy bass. Slow seductive beat. Lights spun. Pink and purple flashes stabbed my eyes. Everything blurred at the edges. The wine I took earlier—only two small sips—hit harder than it should. Head light. Stomach rolling. The room tilted like a bad dream.I tried to dance. Really tried. Rolled my hips. Raised one arm. Let my hair fall back. But my body wouldn’t listen. Knees trembled. Arms felt heavy. Every move looked jerky. Wrong. The men below noticed.Laughter rolled up from the crowd. Low at first. Then louder. Sharp.“She’s drunk already?”“Look at her shake. New girl can’t even stand.”“Pathetic. Bring Angel back.”I turned. Looked for Angel. She was on the other cage stage. High up. Spinning smoot