All Chapters of In love with my Prisoner (a Mafia BILLIONAIRE romance): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

SABINE'S POINT OF VIEW I told myself I wouldn't stay long. I'm not supposed to be here. This is wrong. However, all I could feel was the pulsing in my veins, the sound of my heartbeat in my ears as loud as possible. THOMP THOMP. Christine says it would be all right. Discreet. Nothing should go wrong. 'I won't stay long.' I tell myself as I walk further into the club, the scent of alcohol, run, and secrets in the air as scantily clad bodies pass me by. This place feels like the birthplace of sin, lust, secrets, passion, and danger all mixed in one. Just one hour...or two. Anything enough to shut the screaming, wild voice of passion in my ears. The club pulses like a heartbeat, loud, strong, unrelenting. Red lights drip from the ceiling, shadows move around like predators masked, their mouths chained shut with a weird-looking device, as drinks are moved around on their shoulders. I could smell the sex, the money, the sheer lewdness. I swallow as the waitress leads me to

SABINE'S POINT OF VIEWI had just stepped out of the shower when my phone rang.It was my dad.“Hey, baby girl,” he said, sounding way too excited for 8 a.m. “You wanna come with me to court today? I finally caught that big-shot criminal I’ve been telling you about. Today’s his trial.”“Really?” I paused, looking at my cleaning supplies. “Well, I was going to deep-clean the apartment, but... You know what? Why not. I’ll be there in an hour.”I hung up, threw on a simple outfit, and ordered an Uber as I got dressed. By the time I was slipping into my sneakers, the car was already waiting outside.The car pulled up in front of the courthouse just as the first raindrops fell. The sky above was a deep gray, heavy with unshed storms like even the universe knew today was going to change something.I rushed up the steps and into the building, spotting my dad by the water dispenser, clutching a steaming cup between his hands.“Boo!” I called out, grinning.“Oh, Sweetie!” He jumped, nearly spil

SABINE'S POINT OF VIEW The ride is silent, save for the sound of my breathing as we move on the road. He barely acknowledges my presence, his eyes on his phone as he furrows his brows in concentration.I don't speak. I couldn't dare to. His stony face scares me.The sound of the gunshot from earlier, and the ear-piercing scream from my mother as my father fell, clutching his knee and shoulder, fills my ears again. The feel of his guard's rough hands as he lifted me onto his shoulders like a sack of rice.The car stops before a building, and I am hauled out roughly, his firm, rough hands on my wrists as he pulls me out of the car, and onto his shoulders.These people need to stop treating me like cargo."Let me go!" I scream, fighting against my restraints, as I kick against his broad, firm chest."Stop moving." He orders.Next thing I know, I feel a harsh smack on my ass.Did this man just-? "Stop that!" I whimper, shame coating my cheeks as He moves into the building. A few steps l

SABINE'S POINT OF VIEW. The car stopped at the huge building, and I looked at Dominic once again to see if I could get through to him. "Please do not do this to me, I should not pay for what my father did to you after all," I said to him, but he simply gave me a deadpanned look as though he couldn't care less what I felt or thought.. "Get out of the car," he said, his tone harsh and unyielding, rendering me completely speechless, but against my better judgement and the subtle look the driver directed at me to do as he said, I still pleaded with him. "Ple-" I started "Do you want me to show you footage of your father's house from the sniper's phone or will you do as I say?" he said, and I shrank back at the realisation that he could do as he wanted to my family. I got out of the car so fast, you would think the seats burned me, and stood beside him as he pulled me by the arm softly, surprisingly, into the building. The second he stepped in, the air in the room shifted as everyone

SABINE'S POINT OF VIEW.I rubbed the sweet-smelling oil I found by my bedside when I walked into the room. I had already taken my shower and was getting ready for bed as Dominic had commanded. I was in the mood to frustrate him tonight by making him think I would sleep with him, only to turn him away last minute. The sound of footsteps drew closer as someone walked towards the door to the room I was in, the lock was turned, and in walked Dominic. His tall, broad frame filled the room, or perhaps it was simply the effect he had on me. His black eyes looked in on me, and I suddenly felt hot and self-conscious as his stare bore holes into me. His dark eyes ran over me and undressed me with their gaze "What are you looking at?" I asked as my cheeks heated, my former confidence fading away "Good to see you are ready for me," he said and licked his lips. I took in his demeanor, he seemed tense and ready to pounce. I wondered what happened to him after the wedding, and what he went on to d