All Chapters of Twisted Marriage (A Dark MMF Mafia Romance): Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

NINA ‘Where is he?’ I rushed through the hospital corridor. ‘Tell me, where is he?’ One second I was in the snow, dragging him, screaming his name, and the next, hands were pulling him away from me. They took him. They took him out of my arms. ‘Ma’am, you need to—' ‘NO!’ My voice tore out of me scratching my throat. ‘Don’t touch me. I’m fine... I just need to find my... my h-husband. Please! He was shot and b-burnt... he... he needs help. H-he was in the river, he was losing blood. So much blood… And they locked him in the cell… he’s hurt and w-waiting for me…’ I looked down at my hands and sure enough they were drenched in his red. His blood. ‘Tell me, where is my husband? Where is he??’ I screamed but when I looked up there was no one there to answer me. I ran, searching. Looking. And finding nothing but just then a stretcher rushed past me and I saw him. I ran after him. My wet feet slipping on the tiled floor. He didn’t look good. His skin was ashen. Bur

NINA “Nina! Nina, wake up!!” My eyes snapped opened and for the second time I felt the panic rising inside me until I looked around, only to find myself back in that hospital room again. When I looked at the person who woke me, fresh tears rolled down my face. “Anastasia!” Even though I wasn’t close to her but seeing her familiar face had me throwing myself in her arms. “It's okay…. Everything is going to be alright.” She murmured, hugging me tight and sounding far more mature and older than she was. “Jeremiah—” “He’s out of surgery.” I pulled back and for the first time noticed Kayne standing behind Anastasia. He put one hand on her shoulder, the red ring on his pinky finger catching my eye before his next words registered as he said, “The doctors are waiting for the critical recovery hours to pass, but I’m sure he will pull through.” My eyes met his and I asked, desperation clear in my voice, “Please, take me to him.” He nodded. “Sure. But first, let me bring the

NINA When the call ended, I slumped against Olezka, feeling defeated, as if all the energy was sapped out of me while trying to hold myself together for Lachlan’s sake. Olezka stayed with me, holding me and whispering comforting words. Being the friend he promised to be when we had first met. And I realised that I needed it. I might’ve not thought about it before, but now when he was here, I felt like someone was here to understand my pain. I didn’t know much about Jonathan and I could guess he might be equally worried about his twin brother, but with Olezka I had formed a bond and I knew both he and Jer cared for each other in their own way. So having him here gave me more comfort than Jonathan’s presence did. “Sit down. I’ll bring you something to eat and drink,” He said, urging me to sit down on the small sofa at the opposite side of the room. As he left, I was once again left alone with my own thoughts and this time they wandered off to Lachlan and the fact that he was

JONATHAN When I met his eyes, as same as mine, the tight knot in my chest relaxed. It was the second time I could’ve lost him. And once again, I wasn’t here to prevent it. From the moment we came into this world, Jeremiah had always protected me. He was only a few minutes older than me but he took his elder brother duty with all the sincerity, keeping his promise to always keep me safe even when it cost him. He was always my shield and Olezka's growing up. And there were times when I was jealous when he’d go to Olezka’s room to check up on him. But no matter what happened, how much older we grew, he never not protected me. And yet, again and again, I failed him. Countless times while growing up. Twelve years ago. And now. Life gave me a second chance when he came back. To stand beside him and to protect him. Instead, I chose to walk away, to shield myself and my new family from the danger of the world we were born into. I was selfish, but I had to be for Mila’s

JEREMIAH As soon as we entered the bedroom the air around us changed. Nina stared at the bed like she could still see what had happened there before she had left. And as I replayed it in my head, my own heart felt the familiar pull. It felt like forever since I'd touched her and a part of me wanted to grab her by the throat and claim her again, especially when I think about how close I came to lose her. “I… I need to take a shower…” She turned to look at me, thankfully interrupting my dark thoughts. But when I looked at her, I saw how her eyes couldn’t meet mine. “Do you need anything before I go?” I shook my head. She nodded. “Okay… I..." She gestured at the door, her hands nervously joined together. “I should—” As she took a step toward the door, I grabbed her arm and turned her toward the master ensuite. “There is the bathroom where you can take a shower.” Her lips parted as if to form an excuse. When I arched a brow, she pursed her lips and said, “I… don’