Lahat ng Kabanata ng In love with my Prisoner (a Mafia BILLIONAIRE romance): Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

DOMINIC’S POINT OF VIEW All my life, I have only ever known of blood. From the moment the doctor brought me out of the darned woman who had the misfortune of bringing me into this world. I had my first kill at the age of ten; the woman assigned to me by my foster mother rubbed my body in a manner I hated so I took the toothbrush by the side and stabbed her eye with it. I proceeded to slit her throat after that; it was my most messy kill. I remember my small hands feeling too messy, and that was why I always had a hand towel with me wherever I went. My second kill was the judge and my therapist at the age of fifteen. I had been sent to a correctional facility by the judge and assigned to a therapist for my “strange behaviour,” as the judge had said. I found my hatred for labels then. I remembered the way the judge’s face scrunched up as he labelled my newfound activities, he called me a psychopath, the rage I felt at the sound of that was unlike anyone in my age range. I vowed to mys

DOMINIC'S POINT OF VIEW The drive down the king, lonely road to the maximum holding center was silent and long. I looked at the driver and the guards that were in the bus alongside me, and I laughed again as rage simmered “Do I have to tell you what to do, or would you like a bullet?" I asked, and like clockwork, the guards stood at once, and the one with the key to the cuffs came forward and freed me from the restraints. “We apologise, sir, we didn't know if you would consider it appropriate if any of us touched you.” He said, and I simply looked at him. I was furious, and my beast demanded blood and revenge. “Where's my suit?" I asked as I looked at the state of the suit I was in. Its sleeves were roughed up and stuck out in an awkward manner, the collars of my shirt were roughed up from the way that officer, whose name I learnt to be Jones, held them. I wanted revenge, and I wanted it immediately. One of the guests brought forward my suit, and by this time, the bus had stopped.

SABINE'S POINT OF VIEW The knock at the door, followed by the sound of the key turning, woke me from. My slumber. I looked at the door to see who would come in and saw that it was the housekeeper. She had different bags of clothes in her hands, which she took to the walk-in closet. A few minutes later, she came out with a simple white dress in her hands. It looked like corporate attire, and in her other hand, she held a pair of white heels. "Il Padrino vuole che tu indossi questo (the Don wants you to wear this" she said in Italian and placed the dress on the bed I looked at her, dumbfounded and confused, as I did not understand what she said. The language she spoke was still lost on me. She gesticulated after realizing that I did not understand her. "Oh, you want me to put this on?" I said, and she nodded as though she understood me and walked out of the room. A part of me wanted to defy Dominic by sitting in this room and not following his command, but the fear of what he would

DOMINIC'S POVFighting my fury, I hopped out of my car with my gun in my hand towards my currently burning warehouse. It was apparently lit up by an unknown flame, and my men were currently running around like headless chickens trying to put out the flames. The smell of burning wood pierced the air and hung thickly, filling my nose and mirroring my fury. I looked at the mass field that used to be one of my largest warehouses as it burned to ash, my goods worth millions burning to a crisp in the warehouse. I turned to one of my men and asked in anger "How did this happen? I want answers and I want it fast." he looked at me like a fish out of water, gaping and gasping like an asthmatic man"We-we We-we-we have no idea, Don, the fires suddenly started and we have not found the source yet," he said, and stunned by his stupidity, I closed my eyes to rein in my anger, but it was futile, so I pulled my gun out and aimed it at his face"Try again idiota {idiot}" i said with a deadpanned loo

DOMINIC'S POINT OF VIEW.I stared at the list before me with what i was sure was a stony and harsh expression as some of the names stared back at me; ever since i took over from the former don, i made sure never to pull anyone too close to me so some of the names were suprising and unexpected since i thought i made sure to let them all know just how much i was to be feared but it seemed they all forgot it and i would be glad to remind them. A knock sounded at my door and with a gruff 'come in', in came Arturo, my right hand man who entered bravely even though he knew i was too livid to be fucked with"I have them all rounded up sir, what would you like us to do sir?" he asked and i looked at him deep in thought as i thought of the best way to make a statement and suddenly, i decided to take a page from one of my old books, i would drive them all mad with desperation"Have them placed in the cellar unbound and ungagged, leave a knife on the table before them and have their families ro