All Chapters of The Mafia Don Married Me For Revenge.: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

SLOANE. I remembered we were arguing and he kissed me, what I don't remember was that we moved from the living room downstairs and we appeared up the stairs. We were arguing like enemies, I wanted to bite his head off and shoot him, even after he had already been shot. We moved straight to his room, well our room and we didn't move straight, we moved with our hands all over each other, my back was against the wall. The bedroom wall. Chase was on his knees between my thighs. He pulled my dress and bunched it around my waist. He has his tongue on my clit. I tried to hold the wall behind me instead I raised my legs up. My legs were shaking fast and hard, beyond my control. He didn't care, he continued holding me and spreading me like butter. He held me like I belonged to him,like he was the only one who had the right to taste me and eat me up like this. He was, hell we got married. “Chase—” I whispered as I turned my head. Throwing it back and hitting the wall gently. He growl

CHASE If there’s anything I have learnt about Sloane. It’s that she is a runner, she always runs. When I turned I saw her standing up from the bed. The bedsheet was already slipping off. She wanted to leave. I immediately grabbed her wrist.I don’t know where she was going. “Don’t run anywhere.” I urged her. Sloane paused and she turned her head. She kept looking over to me and Natalia. Natalia was still by the door watching us, waiting for my next move. I should have locked the damn door.“What?” I asked, keeping my hand on Sloane’s wrist.“Father is asking about Mark,” Natalia said. She didn’t change her countenance. She just looked at Sloane for a long while. Mark is dead, very much dead. I don’t know why that name was stressing me out even when he was turning in the grave. “Tell him I’ll be down in a minute.”Natalia didn’t move. She looked at me, then back at Sloane, then finally gave a nod so small it was almost nothing. She closed the door without another word.I le

SLOANE I don’t know what kind of sick sit com this is, but it’s not my favorite and I have watched a lot. What kind of father makes the room cold? I rolled my eyes and I didn’t shake. I didn’t want to seem like a small child or some little wife.Chase’s father stood there, like a damn statue and a character from the cartoon show. He had the aura of a lion- cold and stiff. He kept staring at Chase. He didn’t look at me at all, not a glance. Like I didn’t exist. Like I was invisible.I almost said something. Almost asked if this was how he greeted his son’s wife. But Chase’s fingers caught mine before I could move. A warning. A silent don’t.His hand was strong, his blood was still hot from the gun shot because his palm was hot. He held me to tell me: I should put a zip on my lips. I shouldn’t act crazy. I shouldn’t act like I usually do. Oh I hated that I understood that. I hated how he could control me with one touch. But I understand it, this was different. Chase’s father

SLOANEHe defended me. I heard him, I heard them. I blinked twice and then again and again. Maybe I didn’t hear it right, maybe- there’s no maybe. The butterflies in my stomach flapped faster, faster than they should- they were begging for escape. And my heart? She leaped and was so close to banging on my rib cage. I had been standing by the door for so long that I heard them. I should have left. I shouldn’t have been there. Chase had asked me to leave; he had asked me to stay away. Was this the reason? Aside from the fact that his father is a literal demon. He defended me, and I removed my head from the door. I had heard enough and worse- Kazmir caught me. It was too late to leave now. He stared at me, from my feet to my hair. Like some cheap slut he got from the brothel.“Is this your room?” He asked as he adjusted his gun, you would think that he always- always shoots someone or something. He always has his gun with him. Always alert, and sometimes I wonder if he has ever

SLOANE.I am such a fool, a very, very big fool. How could I have been so stupid? How could I have thought that he could be truthful? The man married me against my will and for some stupid reason, I thought. I actually thought he loved me and still loves me. The man literally married me against my very will. He married me just because I killed his brother, ignoring that his brother killed my friends, too. God, I am so angry. What on earth made me think he actually loved me? Was it the lies? Every man lies, every man says things they don’t mean. I slammed the door and locked it. Before I slid down and folded my legs. I packed my hair and buried my head in my knees. My father was right, he was right. I shouldn’t trust any man, and worse, a man who has slept with me. He was so angry at his father that he said the truth; he didn't even consider my feelings. I know it's the truth because whatever is said in anger can't be taken back.“I can't stay here anymore.” This was like a d