All Chapters of The Mafia Don Married Me For Revenge.: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CHASEThe night passed in a blink, it was the morning after I had fucked my wife, it should be easier now that I had fucked her right?No, it wasn't. It wasn't that way, I wanted her again. I wanted to claim her. I woke up before her like I always did but I didn't leave the bed immediately like she was chasing me. For the first time, I watched her, I watched her as she snored and I just stared at her, she slept naked. I had given a bath after everything yesterday, she was tired, weak and I loved that. She lay on the bed, spreading her legs like she was the only one who needed to sleep, and she cuddled on a pillow. Her hair was scattered and she looked ruined, but I loved how she looked, how her skin shone, she was naked, her lips were swollen, and her throat was still bare from where I choked her. That was evidence that she was mine. And God, it took everything in me not to wake her with my hands. My body remembered the way she’d screamed for me last night. I wanted her again

CHASEI hated mornings when I had to go to the warehouse after what had happened. But there was a strange air in the warehouse this morning, it smelled weird, it smelled like grief, heat, and chemicals. And coke dust, yes, I sell coke. The place was well worked, the machines were oiled, the buzzing made it better, it made it alive even if it didn't like it was. It appeared like something only old money and fear could buy. There were errands boys and girls in bikinis there, yes they were there to impress and convince the men and the workers. I mean, it was a sneaky game and tool but it always worked. At the entrance, the soldiers stood tall, alert and ready for anything. Their guns were well placed and holstered, their eyes never left the girls. Sure they wanted them, they lusted after them but their discipline held them back. They knew they couldn't steal, I made them scared of that, I made them scared of my punishment. “This looks clean.” Kazmir muttered beside me as he wa

CHASE I barged into the house, my anger raged in me, it boiled through my veins. I had clenched my fist so hard that it was aching, plus I had beaten the stupid and useless men from the warehouse. But it wasn't enough to reduce the anger I felt. “Get me Whiskey!” I yelled at the nearest maid, she jumped and bowed her head before she moved to the bar. My chest fell and rose, my shoes echoed in this silent house and I peeled off my jacket before I launched across the couch. I needed a solution, a quick solution from this mess, this nonsense. My reputation was at stake, the mess was a lot, this could cause a war, losses. Why would anyone switch my shipment just to mess with me, fake coke?! The maid returned and her hands shook as she poured me my drink, I grabbed the drunk and gulped everything at once. I saw her eyes, they shrinked, she didn't believe what she had seen. I hoped the drunk would quench the fire in me but it didn't. Vadim and Kazmir came in, they were calm. Wa

CHASE Today was delivery day, and I was ready to sniff out any fishy business. Vadim was ready too, he had ordered the men. Some were on the crates, some were wrapping. Kazmir was giving orders outside, keeping an eye on everything and everyone. Everyone worked fast and made sure the mistakes were minimal because my patience was thin. “Be careful with that,” I told one of the loaders when a crate almost slipped. My voice echoed and he froze, he immediately adjusted. This shipment will go according to plan, I can't lose my client, if there was a mistake? Everything I had worked for, would turn to ashes. I wouldn't let that happen while I was alive. “Vadim,” I said. He came up beside me.“Yeah.”“How many men follow the trucks?”“Two cars, there will be six men in total, armed and Kazmir is leading.”“Good,” I said. “If anyone touches these trucks, I want them dead where they stand.”Vadim nodded. He didn’t ask questions, he knew I meant it.The first truck pulled out, then th

SLOANE“Midnight, we move at midnight,” I said, as I nodded. I loved how my sternness worked for Annika. “Why midnight?” she asked, and I adored that. She needed details; I needed to give her details. With the details, she knew what we were up against; she could measure the dangers. “Because the guards take a small smoke break at exactly eleven forty,” I said, and she nodded. She waited for more details.“The camera in the hall blinks slowly, the color changes from green to yellow. And there’s a servant who switches with the driver at midnight. That’s where my father comes in with his men.” I paused, and then I continued. I pretended to be on the move as I described it to Annika. Like a home movie playing in my head, and I know how it ends. “The driver will be switched, and the car will be lined up outside the brown gate. There will be two men. One will be the driver and the other will be the lookout. I will move through the cellar stairs, and I will get through the back door in