All Chapters of The Mafia Don Married Me For Revenge.: Chapter 161 - Chapter 167

CHASEI regain awareness with a jolt much like a drowning person bursting through the water's surface. My lungs lock up initially drawing in breath that carries no hint of the warehouse I was in moments before. Following that I feel the weight—a dense throbbing sensation—enveloping my ribs, my flank, my shoulder. It is painful, sharp and persistent. Pain I cannot recall consenting to.I attempt to sit upright. The room spins and wobbles and a harsh hand pushes me harshly back down.“Finally " Vadim murmurs. His tone is parched, worn out tinged with annoyance he doesn’t bother concealing. "You arise to act foolish.”I keep blinking until the ceiling ceases to whirl. It belongs to me. My ceiling. My room. My house.A wave of fury bursts inside me intensely, then the ache. "You took me home?"Vadim lets out a breath. "Yes. Because you were hemorrhaging on the ground like a dying bull. You’re welcome.”I lift myself up more but moan midway, my muscles crying out in defiance. My sight dims

  CHASE It's morning Sloane hasn't arrived yet Kazmir is getting on my nerves and Vadim? Vadim is firm. Forbids me from moving due to my leg. The sunlight filtering through the drapes made the room seem bright and overly serene as if the world failed to grasp that everything inside me was ablaze. I forced myself to sit up disregarding the intense fiery pain radiating down my thigh. Pain was irrelevant. Breathing hardly mattered. The sole important fact was that Sloane wasn’t present. Before my feet touched the floor my hands were already clenching into fists. I despised this house more than before. It felt off without her presence. Vacant. Too silent. Her absence was palpable, in the walls the air and the foolish furniture that still carried the scent of her shampoo. 

SLOANEThe drive back was agonizing. I clutched Vadim’s arm as if it were the link holding me anchored to reality. Chase lay slouched next, to me his form weak, pale and almost motionless. Each bump along the way caused me to flinch, fearful that another jolt would cause him to bleed quickly and lose even more blood. I couldn’t avert my gaze from him. The dried blood staining his clothes, the rise and fall of his chest, with every shallow breath all caused my stomach to knot up in ways I never thought possible.Vadim was driving silently, his jaw clenched, eyes flicking repeatedly to the rearview mirror scanning the roads. He remained quiet. His anxiety revealed that he was working out every detail: the way home, the most secure path, the exact distance, to the guest room where he was certain Chase would need to be placed. I concentrated on my breathing attempting to soothe the thoughts that incessantly shouted: He’s injured he might not survive it’s entirely my responsibility, everyt

ChaseThe day was fresh. My body refused to acknowledge it. Each muscle screamed in protest every joint ached and every nerve flared as if torn apart and hastily stitched anew. My leg throbbed with a burning pain, rigid and swollen. My head pounded my chest ached and my shoulder throbbed in time with each heartbeat. Still beneath all the agony something acute and weighty lingered: the recollection of how narrowly I had almost lost her Sloane.Afterwards I sensed her.Sloane.She sat next to me, her hand lightly touching mine, an insistence that grounded me. A rush of relief overwhelmed me, tightening my chest and stinging my throat. I attempted to speak, to let her know I was conscious. The sound that emerged was a hoarse croak.“Sloane " I croaked, my tone. Strained from several days without speaking.She moved nearer, placing a kiss on my forehead. "You’re secure, " she murmured. "You’re at home.”I attempted to move, to lift myself up yet a sharp pain shot through my leg. Each moti