Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 542

Ryan never thought the first woman to ever yank off his pants would be Amelia.

He tried to grab for his belt, but Amelia slapped his hand away like she didn’t have time for his nonsense.

“Don’t move!” she barked, glaring at him with a fire he’d never seen before.

This was a side of Amelia he’d secretly wished for—alive, fierce, unstoppable.

“It’s my right leg,” Ryan finally confessed, giving up the fight. “The calf… it’s pretty bad.”

Even though she’d steeled herself, Amelia still froze when she rolled up his pant leg. The wound was brutal and impossible to ignore.

His right leg was torn to shreds—barely any unbroken skin left. A chunk of bone had snapped out of place and pierced straight through, white and jagged. Just looking at it made her stomach clench.

And Ryan had just sat there, not making a sound, taking it all.

“Don’t cry,” he said softly, eyes flickering with worry. He could handle pain, but seeing her with red, watery eyes was something else entirely. “Seriously, it doesn’t hurt anymore. After soaking in the water, it’s numb.”

“Shut up,” Amelia snapped. She’d never had a patient so stubborn. She shot him a glare, stood up, and started digging through her supplies.

Out came clean gauze, ointment, painkillers—all stuff she’d snagged earlier when no one was looking.

She grabbed two boards and put together a quick splint for his leg.

“Ryan, I’m not letting you limp for the rest of your life,” she whispered, voice trembling but determined.

Ryan gave her a crooked smile. The truth? He didn’t care about the leg. If she could get out of here alive, he’d trade both legs for it, no question.

But seeing her now, so serious and close to tears, made his heart ache in a way nothing else ever had.

He crept up to the door, pressing his ear against it to listen. Nothing. Dead quiet. They must be sleeping.

He tried the door, pushing gently, but something inside blocked it.

He didn’t want to make a scene. He wasn’t worried about the guy and the girl inside—the woman might act tough, but she was still just a girl. Her legs weren’t even as thick as his arms.

And that guy? With injuries like that, he was probably useless. Even if he wasn’t, he looked like the type to rely on women anyway.

He’d been on the streets since he was a teenager, running with the toughest gang, swinging bats and knives since he was a kid.

Someone like that pretty boy? He could handle him with one hand.

His only real concern was waking up the boss—Big Mike.