A month later ~It has been up to a month since Leila is in coma, Dominick had her discharged and brought back to Mexico with him. He made sure to nurture and take care of her daily. The door to the huge bedroom pushed open and Dominick entered, he was dressed In a simple polo top and jeans, he was also holding a huge food tray in his hands. He had yet again, prepared breakfast for Leila. Even though he knew that she wasn't awake and might not eat the meal, he still decided to cook it. Dominick made the meal himself. During the past few weeks, he decided that any meal to be fed to Leila when she wakes up would be made by him. He continued to put in efforts into learning new recipes and cooking new food for her just in case she wakes up soon. Dominick moved towards her and he took his seat. "Leila, you have to recover quickly," he said. Dominick took her hand, it was cold and stiff."I miss you" Dominick didn't know when the words slipped from his tongue but deep down, he knew that he

" It's been so many years, Dominick. Ten? Fifteen? How long do you think that you can hide from me, son?" He asked him but Dominick was obstinate to answer him. He was still angry and tried hard to control himself from saying anything that would trigger Dante Castillo. The man was heartless and might just kill Leila if he wasn't satisfied by his answers. "I can see how important this little girl is to you, Dominick. You see, that's why I told you love is forbidden in the realm of a Mafia. It weakens you, it serves as a weak point for an enemy to attack you. Don't you remember everything? The memories are still so fresh in my mind how my wife was killed so cruelly. I told you that story, didn't I? She was my weakness. The enemies used her to get close to me, they used her and I had no choice but to kill her that night. I strangled that bitch and I shot her afterwards. I killed my weakness and the enemies cannot get through to me anymore" he narrated to Dominick. The man laughed out hy

Inside the dark prison cell, Dominick sat facing the greasy dirty walls. His hands were chained in handcuffs, his face was dark and his hair messy. According to the orders from his foster father, he should be treated by a common criminal. The policemen did exactly that by torturing him for a while before locking him up. Dominick was still furious about the whole situation. He wished that he could leave jail any moment and go find Mr. Castillo and kill him. The man always gets away with everything he does to him but not this time, Dominick was going to get his revenge and he'll surely kill the man for underrating him. Dominick stated to him handcuffed wrists in disappointment. How did he allow himself to end up this way? Was what Dante said really true? That a woman will only cause a distraction to him and become his weakness? Hell no! He shouldn't be letting all of that get to him. He shouldn't allow himself to become as heartless as the man. Soon, a policeman banged his fist on the

Dominick entered the room after the door was opened by two bodyguards who guarded the place from outside. As soon as he entered, the door was closed. Dominick saw some men sitting around a table. Amongst them— was Dante. He was busy smoking his cigarette while he played the game with his business partners. The man was so busy, but when Dominick entered– he noticed. "Alas. He is finally here" he said out cheerfully, pointing towards Dominick's direction. "Come over here boy" he demanded and Dominick went towards the table to meet him. At this juncture, he had to obey all what the man wanted if indeed ,he wanted to get Leila back. Dominick knew that he just had to obey Dante's orders."Sit" the man demanded and he did. Dominick looked around the other three men who were in the room with him. They looked a bit older than Dante. Except the one who was sitting next to him. He was a bit younger and was more like his age range. Dominick greeted them briefly and his eyes went to the game o

A man's loud groan reverberated in the dark dungeon of Dante's mansion. Dominick has just woken up and he tried to stand up from the cold greasy ground of the dungeon where he was locked in. He twisted his ankle as he tried to stand up. His whole body ached which made it difficult for him to make any movement. Dominick laid on his back, his face looking at the ceiling. Dominick was breathing heavily, he was trying so hard to hang on but it was hard for him. He was beaten badly and didn't get any medical attention. He was also feeling feverish from laying on the cold ground over night. "Ahhh" Dominick cried out again. This time, he struggled hard and he finally stood up. He walked towards the door of the dungeon. It was a huge metal door with only a small part made for him to peel through. That was the only place where light could find its way into the dark dungeon. Dominick began to bang his fish hard on the gate. "Is anyone there?" He called, but there was no response.Dominick Cont