บททั้งหมดของ In love with my Prisoner (a Mafia BILLIONAIRE romance): บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

DOMINIC'S POINT OF VIEWThe skies suddenly turned dark as the clouds gathered, pregnant with rain, as the wind blew harshly, fanning cold air around us. I removed my suit jacket and wrapped it around my wife, who leaned into me, my body heat protecting her further from the cold, as we stood there, the white casket open to reveal my mother's body.I noticed one thing about her as she lay in the plush casket- she looked peaceful, her pale white face, her cold to the touch skin, the entirety of her dead self, albeit painful for me to watch, she looked like she was at peace, finally free from this world and the pain it had brought her, finally resting, finally asleep where no one could cause harm to her ever again.I leaned closer to her as I whispered into her ears, my wife by my side like an ever-present rock, "I am so sorry for all I said to you, I never meant it, I was foolish, utterly stupid to not have cherished the moments I could have had with you, but your legacy will live on, I w

DOMINIC'S POINT OF VIEW The car stopped at the red and black painted parlor with the words INK boldly written on the huge signboard placed directly in front of the tall building. "Why are we here, Dom?" my wife asked from beside me. I turned to her with a smile on my face as I said, "You'll see," and opened the door, stepped out, and helped her out of the car gently. The rain had stopped already, leaving the skies with a partially dark look as the clouds no longer looked as angry and full of rain. We walked hand in hand - something I had begun to love as she was always holding me, never shy to initiate first touch as her hands were always in mine. The interior of the parlor looked like something in a metal store, albeit elegant, as the red and black design filled everywhere, making the store look like a place for venting out anger, and not for displaying artistic talents.. A man looked over at us, his eyes lingering on my wife in an appreciative gesture before he walked forward, d

SABINE'S POINT OF VIEWHe hissed as Roberto drew on him, the little droplets of blood, as well as the red blotchy skin with painful marks, as the intricate design was made on his chest, his eyes on me as he tried not to close his eyes in pain moments in between. "Almost done, sir," Roberto said, his gaze still on the task at hand, the machine in his expert hands whirring as it worked, its needle pointy and sharp."And, done," He said, wiping off the blood and applying some kind of oil on the fresh tat.I walked forward with hesitant steps to look at it, my husband held his hand out to me in encouragement as I approached him."OHH," I gasped as I caught sight of the artistic piece. He had captured the image so perfectly, it made me doubt that he had spent hours on that seat drawing it of my husband. The look of my face, my hair in a messy updo, as I, with reckless abandon, laughed at the show I had on at the time, my curls that framed my face at the time, were perfectly executed. The

SABINE'S POINT OF VIEWLATER THAT DAY/ AT NIGHT I woke up to his arm slung around me as he kissed my shoulder tenderly, his featherlight kisses rousing me from a well-deserved nap after he wrung out three orgasms from me earlier."Hmmm," I groaned in pleasure as my skin tingled underneath his soft lips. His lips were soft, they felt like clouds on my skin as he rubbed my belly tenderly."Awake yet?" He asked, his husky voice in my ear as he sucked on the earlobe, tugging and pulling on it before he resumed kissing my shoulders."Stop, I need my rest," I mumbled as I tried to drift off to sleep again. The hard part was not focusing on his soft kisses, caresses, and the feel of his warm breath on my neck, as he spooned me.It felt like a dream, like we were in the cocoon of someone just before the harsh reality of the war we were about to ride into struck us like lightning. Suddenly, his fingers drifted down to the skin bust above my breasts, our naked bodies snug under the covers, as h

DOMINIC'S POINT OF VIEWThe air seemed tense, still, raw; it was as though any moment from now, one little move, one reckless action from any of us would fuck all this up. I stood behind my wife, she sat on the chair in front of me, as I leaned over, my hand in hers, as she held onto me with a visceral grip, her knuckles white, her breathing heavy and fast, as her eyes zeroed in on the screen, their widened state filled with anticipationm as we awaited the news of the begining of the downfall of the one man that seemed to have a hand in tormenting each and evry single one of us, in one way or another.The moment we had informed them of the development, Raphael smirked and rushed downstairs, his wife in his arms as he carried her gently, rushing down the flight of stairs. Avelia, on the other hand, sat elegantly in her black clothes, looking like the black widow, with her eyes sharpened on the screen and her hands clenched underneath. Ruffles of her dress gathered at her feet as her bro