All Chapters of Mafia's Forbidden Desires: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I stood outside the emergency room, my heartbeat was so fast that it hurt. The hospital lights were too strong over my head, and the smell of antiseptic made my head hurt as it was also very strong. People came and went away. Every time I heard a doctor’s sound from around me, it made my heart jump even more.My hands trembled as I looked through the small glass window in the door. The doctors were treating Raven. One of the doctors placed an oxygen mask over his face, while two nurses by his side checked his pulse and attached some tubes to his arms.One of the other doctors shouted, “Low blood pressure, hurry up!”My stomach twisted with anxiety, and my rationality cursed at me, at what I did. If I knew it would get so severe, I wouldn’t have done it. Now I had nothing left but regrets!My palms felt sweaty as I pressed my hands into the cold glass. He looked lifeless on the white hospital bed. His skin was pale, his lips looked dry and a little blue. I had never seen Raven like tha

Raven Blackwood’s POV:Everything felt heavy. My chest, my limbs, my legs, even my breath… and my mind was foggy. It was like my body didn’t belong to me anymore. There was a strange sound ringing in my ear. I could faintly hear voices around me, but I couldn’t understand any word being said. It felt like being trapped under water, where everything sounded distant and hollow.For a moment, I thought I was gone.But then… there, I heard a soft beep. It sounded like the beep of a heart monitor. It meant I was alive. But feeling the strength of my body, I was alive, but barely.A dull ache spread through my veins. My throat felt like it was on fire. I tried to move my hand, but it felt too heavy to move. I could smell the scent of antiseptic of the hospital, which was annoying as hell.Valerie, My Wife, must have brought me here.Even when I was half-conscious, I could feel her. Only she had the energy that could make me calm in chaos. I wanted to open my eyes, to look at her, but my eye

“Alright. I will come to the point,” he said, lifting his head slowly, his fingers brushed against the brim of his hat as he raised it and revealed his face. He had a sharp jawline, a clean and styled beard, and his eyes were dark, like the abyss of hell.He smiled faintly, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He began, “My name is Jaxon Hale.” He paused, looking at my face, more like he was trying to read my mind. But his bad, he wouldn’t get anything from it. He continued, like I didn’t read his intentions, “I serve as the right hand of Mr. Alaric Vance, the man who controls this region of Cornwall.”Alaric Vance, huh? This name felt familiar. I heard it somewhere before. Thinking about him, I remembered he was one of those men, people talked secretly about, but never approached. He was more like a ghost who ruled through others. His presence was never seen but always felt.I leaned back slightly against the pillow, “And what business does Vance’s right hand have with me?”Jaxon took a ste

“Start by tomorrow night. I want quick results.” I ordered.“Don’t worry. This is what I am best at!”I nodded, my eyes turning to look at my wife, who was looking furiously at the man dressed in a grey shirt, black pants. My eyes dimmed, and a wave of storm rushed into my mind. I turned to stand up immediately and walked to her side, but before I had taken my second step, Posh spoke up, stopping me in my tracks, “Sit back.”“What does that mean?” I turned to him, though my eyes remained on my Wife.“You stay here. I will bring your girl here.” He said.I frowned, and in no time, he stood up and walked towards my wife and the man in grey. My hands clenched into a fist. Who was he to rescue my wife and be the hero? She was my wife! Mine!Blood rushed to my brain, and he looked at me, signalling not to act as he laughed with the man in grey. The fucking audacity! My eyes narrowed as I glared at him to stop whatever fucking game he was at.He smiled and excused the man before he walked b

A few days later:I tapped my fingers against my chin, and my other hand rested casually on the desk. I looked at the man, who was also my best friend, but currently, his brain had stopped working, so here he was, taking my help. I asked slowly, “Do you know Vincent Moretti?”Rowan’s jaw tightened, and he looked at me like I had asked something hilarious, “Who doesn’t?”I nodded calmly and asked another question, trying to remind him of the key details he was forgetting, “And his son?” I could clearly see the storm brewing in his eyes. His patience was clearly wearing thin, and frustration was visible all over his face. He spoke through gritted teeth, “Raven Blackwood, get to the fucking point!”I raised my brows but remained unfazed. He still wasn’t understanding what I was trying to convey to him. I wondered, since when had he lost his intelligence? Truly, love makes people dumb! Taking a deep breath, I continued, “I am getting to the point. You see, his son recently got married to