All Chapters of The Mafia Don Married Me For Revenge.: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

  SLOANEThe moment Vadim slung me over his shoulder like I was nothing, my blood boiled so hot I thought it might pour straight through his skin.  My fists beat into his back, my knuckles hit him hard, but he didn’t flinch. Not once. “Put me down!” I screamed. “Do you hear me? Put me the hell down, Vadim!” He didn’t. Instead, he moved like the bullets weren’t tearing through the church like it was nothing.  The sounds all mixed together scared me, my heart pushing against my rib.  The gunshots, the gunfire, the glass that shattered, and the screams….the s

SLOANE“Let go of my arm,” I said to Vadim as I tried to yank my hand away from him, but his grip tightened more. We finally got home, the guards had doubled and everywhere was tense. I hated this. Vadim stared at me like I spoke Spanish. “What? We are home already. Not home, at least where you would torture me.” I said as I glared at him, my chest heaving. “Yes, we are home. You should start getting used to it.” He growled, but something flickered in his eyes. He stared at me, and I could sense something; he was unsettled. Vadim was always smooth with his gaze, with his words. I have never seen him do anything other than that.So when it seemed like the fire in his eyes dimmed, I knew something was up. “What's wrong?” I asked, and then my eyes widened. I realized it - I realized why he acted weird, why it seemed so strange. “Why didn't you say anything?” I asked as I yanked myself off him. I hated how it took me so long to realise it. How he hid his pain and pretended like n

SLOANEI stormed into my room and slammed the door behind me harder than I meant to. God, he makes me so angry. My chest was rising and falling fast, and I pressed my back against the door, trying to breathe.I slid down to the floor and moved my legs to my chest. Damn Chase.He was driving me insane. Every time he opened his mouth, every time he pulled that arrogant, commanding tone on me, I wanted to claw his eyes out. And I hated how my body reacted when he was too close.I could still feel his chest against my breasts, the heat of his breath on my face, the pressure of his arm pinning me to the wall. I wanted him to kiss me and I hated it. I hated him.But a part of me wanted to know what he would do to me, how he would kiss me, what he would taste like. I wanted to know how he would touch me if he wasn't tightening his grip. I stood up and I pressed my palms against my face and groaned into them. “Get a grip, Sloane. He’s your husband, yes, but this isn’t marriage, it's pr

SLOANE My heart ran faster when I heard the door. I pushed the phone under the pillow so fast. My throat became tight , and for one terrifying second I thought it was Chase. But it wasn’t, it was Annika. I exhaled immediately. She paused like she knew she shouldn’t have disturbed me.“Forgive me, Mrs. Sokoluv.” I raised my brow when I heard that name, that’s how I would be addressed now, was I ready for that? “I only wanted to ask if you needed anything before I went for the night.”I sighed because she wasn’t sent by Chase to spy on me. I was still unsettled from the phone call with my dad, actually worried. I don’t know how I looked to her but right now my hair was scattered and my voice sounded like an engine that needed to be oiled. I forced myself to breathe, forced my tone to flatten. “No, Annika, I don’t need anything, you can rest and please just call me by my first name.” She nodded, as she watched me like she was trying to read me. She searched around the room to

Sloane “Were you spying on me! Were you listening to my private conversations?” I yelled, my voice shook, but I didn’t mine. “You sit there listening in the shadows like some... some parasite. Do you enjoy it? Do you like prying into things that aren’t yours? You are literally spying on me.” I snapped, like he always does. "I don’t spy like you! This is my house," he snapped, like I expected. For a second, I just stared at him, I wanted to yell, I wanted to– instead I scoffed. My house. That’s what he called it: as if I was a guest, an intruder. Like I didn't matter, I blinked fast. His face turned dark, he was calm before, suddenly he became something else. He didn’t rush his steps. Chase never rushed anything, he was always so dangerously calm. And that always pissed me off, it always made me question everything. I froze, I wanted to step back, to give him space, but I was too angry, too stupid to move.He moved closer to me, he closed the space between us. I could smell