All Chapters of The Mafia Don Married Me For Revenge.: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

CHASEI heard Vadim’s car before I saw it. The sound hit me first, loud, wrong, too normal for what was happening.My stomach twisted. I was already on my feet, already reaching for the door. I didn’t even wait for him to park.I yanked it open like the car was on fire. I had to be there for my wife.“Give me the keys.”He glared at me through the glass, his brows furrowed as if I had just hit him in the face. When he came outside he continued to eye me looking me over from head to toe attempting to understand what on earth had triggered it.“What the hell, man?”“Keys." My voice faltered. Too sharp. Too strained. Not my own. "Now.”He handed them to me gently. They felt warm clearly as he had been clutching them throughout the journey. I noticed how much sweatier my hand was in contrast to his.“What occurred?" he inquired, his tone lowering as if he was already aware he preferred not to hear the response.“Sloane called.” My fingers fumbled on the keys.“They’ve got her. They provid

SLOANEEven before my eyes fully recognized him I sensed it—Xavier’s presence, like a storm bearing down on me. My chest constricted and my stomach twisted with tension. He proceeded slowly intentionally every step precisely, the noise of his boots resonating against the walls like a clock ticking away the moments of my existence.“Sit." It wasn’t spoken as a command. Rather it sounded like a vow and the force behind it compelled me to comply. My legs moved on their own. I despised myself for that. I was alive indeed.. The comfort was already mixing with dread. The metal chair was chilly, under me. I instinctively clutched my knees.Xavier paused a step away crossing his arms and leaning gently against the wall’s edge. He didn’t smile precisely. It resembled a predator baring its teeth enough to hint at the impending bite.“You realize the reason I’m here right?" His tone was gentle. Too gentle, which only made it more unsettling. I swallowed hard, my throat parched. My mouth spoke be

SLOANEI heard the shot. Yelled. I believed Xavier had fired at me. At that moment I truly felt I was gone.I tightly closed my eyes until it ached. I anticipated the pain. Anticipated for all to cease. Anticipated the darkness to engulf me.No events occurred.I lifted my eyelids. Gradually. As if hurrying would cause something to shatter.I remained upright. Still inhaling. Still living.Xavier still held the gun though his gaze no longer met mine. Instead he stared beyond me. At Chase.Shots broke out around. Countless shots. They came from directions. From all sides simultaneously.Xavier's crew. They witnessed Chase take down Kazmir. Now they were returning fire at him.Chase ducked down behind a desk. I observed his movements. He was shooting back. The number of enemies was overwhelming. Too many guards. I tallied them. One. Two. Three. Four. Five additional ones further back.Every one of them is firing. Every one attempting to reach him."Take him out!" Xavier shouted at his t

CHASEJust then another bullet hits me. The force of the bullet tearing through my leg was so swift that I didn’t notice it initially— warmth, intense and piercing as if a red-hot iron was shoved into my flesh. Then the agony exploded. Fierce. Harsh. My knee gave way. The environment swayed. I collapsed before I even realized I was falling.Concrete collided with bone. Debris burst into the air, around me. My firearm fell from my grip. Rattled along the ground rotating until it struck a cracked tile and halted.My breathing was fractured and uneven. I compelled myself to grab the gun. My hand slid over the floor as though it bore a hundred kilograms. I succeeded in curling my fingers around the handle raising it enough to—“If I were in your position I wouldn’t do that.”The voice immobilized every muscle I could still command.No. No. No.Not him.I rotated my head gradually agony clouding my sight, with specks. Amid the blur despite the burn of sweat and blood trickling into my eye

SloaneSlowly, consciousness returns to me gradually as if I’m being pulled from a dense, sinking marsh. My skull throbs with a dull nauseating beat. When I attempt to open my eyes initially all that meets my vision is a haze of faded hues and drifting particles. The atmosphere feels aged—stale, neglected, abandoned. For an instant I have no idea where I find myself. The final memory I have is sitting in the rear of a car, the surroundings spinning around me while the noise of a person arguing on the phone echoed overhead.At this moment all seems motionless.Too still.I pry my eyes open and the scene sharpens instantly: a small dusty chamber with a fractured ceiling and a lopsided floor. The walls consist of wooden planks, some decayed, others marked by several layers of grime. Sunlight filters through a gap, near the top illuminating the airborne dust like drifting particles. A corroded metal table is crammed into a corner and a few ruined chairs lie scattered as if they’d been def