Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia Don Married Me For Revenge.: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

SLOANEMy eyes fluttered, I was convinced he was going to lean in, that he was going to kiss me, that: the soft press wasn't the end. Actually, I had hoped that we would kiss and the tension that had been building for weeks would snap and we wouldn't care anymore. At least that's how it is in movies and books. But he didn't, instead he stepped back. This time, he took off his shirt and I couldn’t look away.Not because I wanted to, but because I couldn’t.His toned abs, his muscles and his chest: he has tattoos all over. My mind betrayed me.I imagined my fingers brushing along the tattoo, tracing the patterns and hoped that I would just stare. I imagined how it would feel if I sat on him and touched his skin. I loved what my mind had conjured up, but my thoughts scrambled when he spoke. “You staring or taking mental notes?” He asked, I could see his smirk.Clearly enjoying the fact that he knew exactly what he was doing and how it affected. I went to his bed and laid there lik

SLOANE Chase tasted so much better than the embarrassment that took over my mouth, before I pulled us apart, and for a second, we just stared at each other, my lips still burning from what he had just done to me. I pushed back, turning away from him fast. Like the space between us could erase what just happened. I turned away and hid my face in the pillow.I immediately pretended to be asleep, I didn’t snore. Chase tasted like wine: sweet, dark, and wrong. I had no business knowing that, sure we are married but no. The reality of it hit me all at once. My senses snapped back, knocking the air out of me.I wanted to forget. But I couldn’t. My lips tingled like they had recognized his lips from previous lives. I panted, if I had a watch that tracked my heart rate. It would spike so much right now that my doctor would ask if I had a health problem. And worse: my mind wouldn’t let me rest.I kept replaying it, every stolen second. The way he caught me off guard, his hand grippin

SLOANEAs soon as I freshened up and cleaned myself with what Anikka brought, I found the bed empty and neat. I stepped into the living room, but it was quiet; no sign of him. For a second, I thought he might be in my room again, moving things around or trying to bug it, and the thought made me stop at the door.I decided to head to the kitchen, God knows where ever he could be. I stopped when I saw Chase in the kitchen. He has a glass in his hand. And he looked at me, really looked at me.I got scared, my heart beat faster, like I had done something wrong. Like my presence was disturbing him. “I’m just getting water,” I said, as I cleared my throat. My hands shook as I took the glass, praying he would blink or look away or anything.But he didn’t. He just stared at his shirt on me. It was too thin, too soft, and it revealed my pointy nipples.Worse, they showed so much that he stared. I caught his smirk out of the corner of my eye. I covered my nipples when I realized. “G

SLOANEChase was gone before I woke up. The bed was neat, empty, and cold.As soon as I stood up and cleaned myself with what Annika brought, I took a deep breath and looked around. Chase had left; he didn’t drop a note or even a word or a kiss on my forehead. I didn’t expect him to, but I didn’t like the silence. I went back to my room, I didn’t really like his. Annika came in soon after with a tray of breakfast: toast, eggs, and coffee that smelled stronger than anything I’d tasted since I got here. She didn’t wait; she placed the tray on the table, her eyes catching on the corner of my phone where I had carelessly left it peeking from under a book. My heart jumped. I wanted to hide it better this time, but it was too late. She looked at it again before she pretended that she didn't. “Annika,” I said, softer than I meant. “Please… don’t tell him.”She blinked at me for a second. I thought she might smirk, or scold me, or say something sharp that would hurt me. But she didn’

CHASEThe sound of Sloane’s fists pounding on the locked door faded behind me. I didn’t turn back. I couldn’t. If I see her face now, I’ll lose whatever control I have left.I headed for my office.My chest was still tight from the way she looked at that man. Like she cared. Like she enjoyed helping him. Sloane was so oblivious that he flirted with her, that he wanted to save her, kiss her, maybe. My jaw hurt from how hard I had been grinding my teeth, but I didn’t care. My eyes fell on the toolbox under my desk. I knelt, opened it, and took out a screwdriver. The cold steel in my palm made me glad. I don’t need a gun for this. The screwdriver would be perfect, while a gun? It would be mercy: it would be through and through, I won’t be able to torture him. When I stepped back into the living room, Vadim was already there, Kazmir too. They watched as I walked in. Even though they sat like they owned the place, my place. They sat as they waited for me. But I didn’t stop. I wasn’