All Chapters of RUINED BY THE MAFIA CEO : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE

BRITTANY'S POV Zayne Romano in a suit should officially be added to the list of things that were illegal. It was the damned suit. That was why I thought he looked cool and hot right now when he just literally scared the shit out of two grown men. I just watched blood drain out of both their faces and that didn't mean anything good considering the other guy was already losing a lot of blood from his injured hand. He looked like he was going to drop dead any second. “You have nothing more to say? You had quite a lot to say just now. I should you too.” Zayne said. My heart started to beat faster. The guy _ Martin started to stutter as he spoke. “Whyyy…? I did…no.. thing…” “You touched my woman, and she sat on your legs. I should your legs and th

CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO

BRITTANY'S POV I ran out of the room back to the club, I thought of leaving and going back to my room. I was going to tell Ria that I was leaving but I spotted Barbara still at her spot and decided not to. I didn't trust myself not to say anything to her. Why did she ask me to go there? Did she know Zayne was there or not? Had her plan been to humiliate me or did she send me there hoping I would be molested? If Zayne hadn't been there…no, I shook my head bitterly as I remembered his words earlier. He was just as bad as she was. They really were a match made in heaven. God, they made me sick. I had no idea Barbara spotted me already and as I turned away from the break room, heading out of the club, I heard her call my name. I stopped in my tracks, my arms wrapped around myself. I heard a chair scrape agains

CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE

BRITTANY POV I fell to the ground as my hands clutched the knife and my chest. Blood spluttered out of my mouth as I felt myself slowly losing consciousness. God, was this how I died? Stabbed to death by the equally psychopathic girlfriend of the creepy stalking maniac who couldn't keep it in his pants? What could be more pathetic than that? My eyes were too heavy and I couldn't keep them open. I heard noises all around me but I had no idea who was speaking, it felt like everyone was speaking loudly over each other. “Ugh…” I felt someone crouch beside me. I turned as much as the pain allowed me to and blinked severally. “Zayne?” It took everything to mutter that one word. Why the hell was I wasting my breath on calling out his name when I was dying right now? But why the hell was he in front of me? And why did he l

CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR

BRITTANY'S POV I shook my head. Snap out of it, Brit! He was a psychopath. Of course he knew exactly how to fake emotions. I scoffed and looked away from him, “What? Do you feel guilty? Yeah, right…let me go, Zayne. You're hurting me. You're not doing a very good job convincing me you were worried when you're holding to my chin so aggressively.” I mumbled. It took several seconds but he let go of me and pulled back. I refused to look at him. Whatever he was trying to do, I wasn't going to fall for it. Psychopaths like him were experts at charming anyone and getting them to do whatever they wanted. I knew that…I wouldn't let him do that to me. “Are you hungry?” He asked, almost softly. I turned to him, my eyes wide with surprise. What the hell was he trying to pull? Why did he sound

CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE

BRITTANY'S POV I couldn't believe my ears. I dropped my fork and stared up at him in disbelief. There was no way he actually did, right? “Is it so hard to believe that I cooked the meal myself?” The sound of his voice startled me and I blinked again and picked up my fork. I stared at the phone warily, and back at him. I opened my mouth to say something but shut it back. “Now you think I poisoned the meal.” He said. He sounded amused. He stalked towards me and didn't stop until he was a foot away. And then he leaned down until our faces were inches apart. “If I wanted you dead, I wouldn't use poison.” “I wouldn't let anyone die so quietly and peacefully. I want to watch the life drain out of your eyes and the fear in your eyes as you beg for your life.” I blinked sev

CHAPTER EIGHTY-SIX

BRITTANY'S POV I knew… I knew I could never get the chance to talk to him like this again. I was surprised he hadn't hit me yet. He just stood there staring at me, like he was the most chill person in the world and I would have given anything in the world to get a reaction out of him. “You kidnapped me. Did you forget? Or maybe you have no idea what it means? It's when you take someone against their will and it's a crime. Not that it means anything to you, you're very good at being a criminal.” I mocked. He sighed, and it sent shivers down my spine. Even just a sigh from this man would scare anyone to death. “If you keep talking, I'm going to…” I scoffed, “What? Hit me? Come on, hit me. You've done so many times already. One more wouldn't make a difference.” I said angrily. He chuckled and

CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN

BRITTANY'S POV I spent forever hiding out in the bathroom hoping that Zayne would be gone by the time I was out. It was such a waste too. If it wasn't for the injury, I would have taken my bath but I didn't want to ruin the dressing on my wound. I still felt a dull ache there and I found myself gently caressing the spot once I was back in my room. I found myself wondering if I hadn't been too harsh on him. Did I cross the line a little too much? Wasn't it a good thing that he was acting all nice? Did it matter if he was pretending or if he had ulterior motives? As long he wasn't mean, that was fine, right? Like what Ria said before about being grateful I could live as comfortably as I did compared to other people who have been kidnapped. But that was ridiculous. It was just making excuses for people like Zayne. And tha

CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT

BRITANNY'S POV It has been a few weeks since I got stabbed and I had an argument with Zayne. Barbara really went on a vacation because she hasn't been around. And Zayne…I didn't know if he was avoiding me or if he really had something to do outside the club but I hadn't seen him for weeks. Diego returned a few days ago and apart from spending a few hours with me because of how worried he had been about me getting stabbed, he had stayed away from me since he returned. I spent time with Ria and Penny instead. I couldn't even work at the club because apparently, Zayne gave an instruction forbidding me from working at the club. He really was determined to turn me into nothing but his sex slave. At least with him gone for a while, I have been able to focus more on getting the hell out of here. I still was nowhere with my plans to escape and I

CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINE

BRITTANY'S POV The whole room was deadly silent. Zayne and Diego have been staring at each other for what felt like eternity. I had no idea what to say or do but I knew it was my fault. Fuck me, how did I end up making such a mess of everything? For someone who called Diego a friend, I did a very shitty job of showing it. I cared more about hurting Zayne. “Zayne…” Diego trailed off as soon as he spoke up and I swallowed painfully. My eyes fell on Zayne as he walked closer to where Diego stood. I expected him to lash out, maybe punch Diego or something but he didn't. Of course. He always had to be calm no matter what, didn't he? Why did I even think for one moment that I could even hurt him with something like this? He didn't give a damn about anything or anyone. He st

CHAPTER NINETY

BRITTANY'S POV I can't believe he was asking me that. Do I really hate him? I stared up at him as he hovered over me, his face just a few inches from mine.My eyes roamed over his features and that annoying little flutter swept through my heart once again.Was it his looks or the way he had started to look at me? At first, his eyes have always been dead to me but recently, like now, they were saying a lot enough to make me uncomfortable.But despite this, I couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling I had when I was around him or the disgust or anger that bubbled up inside me whenever he was close.And there was also the fact that I knew exactly what he thought of me; a slut.So yes, “I do. I hate you.” I said quietly. His eyes darkened and he scoffed.“Are you sure? You hesitated for quite a lot of time.” He sneered.I smiled sweetly, “Yeah, I had to think of the reasons I hate you.” I retorted. His frown deepened and so did his gaze.He leaned in even closer to me and grabbed me forcefu

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