All Chapters of RUINED BY THE MAFIA CEO : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

110 Chapters

CHAPTER HUNDRED-ONE

ZAYNE'S POV I had to leave the room because I suddenly felt conscious and like I didn't deserve to stand there acting like I cared about her when all I did was give her the impression that I didn't. The doctor looked traumatized and shaken before I left the room. I could tell he wanted to bolt but he was even more afraid of what I would do if he tried to. I grimaced as my chest tightened painfully. I had gotten used to everyone being scared of me until I met Brittany. She was the only one. The only person who didn't hesitate to give me a piece of her mind. I could tell that she was scared shitless a lot of times but it didn't stop her from saying whatever was on her mind. She doesn't blindly do whatever the hell I told her to do. Even when I warned her to watch her tone with her so many times, she never listened

CHAPTER HUNDRED-TWO

ZAYNE'S POV The therapist arrived later than evening and insisted on being alone in the room with Brittany. She insisted it wouldn't help for the source of her trauma or whatever to remain in the room, it would be harder to get through to her. I begrudgingly stepped out, as I stalked the door like a caged animal. She spent hours inside before she came out. “Yes?” I asked impatiently. She smiled tightly. “You'll have to give her a little more time.” She said quietly. I growled and moved closer to her, causing her to flinch. ‘Get a grip, Zayne. She's the only one who can help Brittany get better.’ I told myself. “How much more time are you talking about?” I asked, unable to keep the impatience out of my mouth. &nbs

CHAPTER HUNDRED-THREE

BRITTANY'S POV I lost track of time. I had no idea how long I had been stuck in this room or how long it's been since I've said a word to anyone and I think I've lost count of how many times people I've come into my room. I was sure I could remember how many people entered…I guess, but I wasn't sure how many times… And I haven't eaten either. How much longer could I last without food? But I couldn't do it…eat that is. I couldn't even talk… My throat was dry and my lips were so stiff,I thought they would fall off if I tried to speak. The only thing I knew was how miserable I was and how much I wanted it to stop. I was tired. Everything…sucked. I had no idea what was going through my head when I decided to drown myself in the tub. But I chickened out

CHAPTER HUNDRED-FOUR

BRITTANY'S POV Too much light. That was the first thought that came to my mind. And the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the same damn ceiling I have been staring at forever. I turned my head slightly to the side, as I noticed the IV linked to my arm, the beeping machine – whatever it was called – and a slightly buzzing headache. He didn't take me to a hospital? I scoffed mentally. Typical Zayne. Where was he anyway? I wanted to see him. Stupid Britanny. After everything he did to you, you still want to see him? How did I even go from hating and loathing the fact that I might like him to wanting to see him immediately after I woke up from a coma? How long has it been anyway? I managed to sit up and that's when I saw the person sitting in the seat beside the bed, asl

CHAPTER HUNDRED-FIVE

BRITTANY'S POV I started to feel uneasy. I had no idea how long Margie was going to stay. Even if Zayne brought her here because he wanted to make sure I stayed and he could have something over me. Would he take her away after some time or what? Did Margie even know that she had literally been kidnapped as well too? I mean, no one could have told her…right? I should ask her, but knowing Margie, she probably wouldn't mind as long as I was here. I smiled as I remembered how she always told me that we will always be together, that she would follow me wherever I went because we were family now and we only had each other. “You must have had a hard time, huh?” She murmured, as she ran her hand over my hair, giving me small pats like she always did. It used to anno

CHAPTER HUNDRED-SIX

BRITANNY'S POV Margie was dumbfounded and she was impressed for some reason at the same time. “Oh my God, You are literally dating a Mafia Don! This is like a dark romance series or something. Where do I subscribe to get my own Mafia Greek god? The guy who brought me here will do.” She said as she giggled. I frowned, “How did you go from sympathizing with me to shipping us? Dating? Did you listen to anything I said?” I asked, a little irritated. She let out a sigh and took my hands in hers shaking me slightly. “Let's face it, you're never getting out of here.” She said, I scoffed in disbelief. What the hell? Did she just say what I think she did? How was that going to make me feel better? She smiled mischievously. “Right, you're not a fan of

CHAPTER HUNDRED-SEVEN

BRITTANY'S POV The tour was amazing. I had no idea if Diego was being extra accommodating because Margie was here or because he was trying to make me feel better after falling sick. That was what I was thinking as he took round places in the club I had never seen. It wasn't just a club here. The club where I worked and Zayne lived was actually an underground club and it was the heart of the Zayne's operation. Even the club itself was large and it was a small part of the group which was basically one enormous estate in the middle of New York. The tour took hours and even after several hours passed, we hadn't seen everything. Margie kept exclaiming and squealing every time she saw something that she thought was impressive. Diego talked us through how great Zayne's estate or mansion or whatever one would call it wa

CHAPTER HUNDRED-EIGHT

BRITTANY'S POV This bitch! When did she even get out of her clothes? Seriously? “You sure have a lot of energy after all that tour.” I mumbled angrily as I folded my arms across my chest and glared at her. She giggled and splashed water at me. “Come on, you can join me. It's a fucking jacuzzi and it's big enough for two people.” She replied. I snorted, “No thanks.” I said bitterly. She splashed water at me again and pouted. “Please? We haven't seen each other in forever. We took baths together all the time, remember?” she said. I let out a sigh and shot narrowed eyes at her. “You know, sometimes I believe you're in the closet and you just use taking a bath together as an excuse to touch me. Do you get orgasms that way?” I snorted, teas

CHAPTER HUNDRED-NINE

BRITTANY'S POV My heart started to beat rapidly all of a sudden. Oh God, what the fuck was this? Why was she here? Wasn't she away or something? Ahh…Ria said Zayne sent her away but I didn't actually believe that. But, was it true then? I mean, she actually did stay away all this while. Was she back now because Zayne was away? Why the hell was I scared of her? No, I wasn't scared of her. I just didn't want to get stabbed again. “I can't believe this. Look at you sitting here gossiping, and idling away. Shouldn't you be waiting tables huh? Like the good little slave you are?” As usual, every word out of her mouth was bitter, and cruel. I inhaled sharply. I really wasn't in the mood to trade words with her. I would rather return to my room. Besides, she might be hid

CHAPTER HUNDRED-TEN

BRITTANY'S POV I had a feeling she definitely wouldn't listen to me. It was Margie after all and she did whatever she wanted majority of the time. “Okay, I get it, okay. I'll do that. I promise, okay? You don't have to worry about me.” She said and pulled my hands away from my face. I frowned as I searched her face for signs that she was joking but it sounded like she was serious. “You're not joking?” I asked. She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I wouldn't want to upset a Mafia bitch.” She replied with a mocking voice. I let out a frustrated sigh and she burst into laughter. “Hey, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm serious, okay? I'm going to avoid her. Ugh, I'm just pissed I had to leave the club because of her.” “I was looking forward to

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