Chapter 141

When he squinted his eyes open and saw the place had white walls and illuminations, Zayne knew he wasn't dead yet, for heaven was in no way a resting place for him with all of his atrocities.

Although, it didn't hold its allure anymore since Matteo wasn't there anyway.

He sighed with disappointment, murmuring obscenities with every breath he took—one couldn't even stay unconscious longer.

He began to sit up, and why wasn't he feeling any pain—

Fuck!, he gasped, falling back on the bed as the pain stabbed into his back like thousands of daggers.

"Oh, I'm so glad you're the one on that bed right now," he heard her voice, and he grimaced, turning to his side to take in her figure, standing in front of a table, drawing liquid sub****ces into injections.

"Hello, Coz," Clara mocked, throwing him a glance before returning her gaze to the tray. "You look like death himself."

Zayne groaned, pushing himself lower so he could rest his side on the bed.