All Chapters of In love with my Prisoner (a Mafia BILLIONAIRE romance): Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

SABINE'S POINT OF VIEWThe next clip came rolling in. It was a video of a child, a young blue-eyed girl who could not have been more than seven at the time this video was made. Her eyes were filled with tears as she whimpered, her neck had an angry red bruise on it, as she shuddered, probably from cold, and the fact that she was clad in a small, sleeveless white dress"Smile, you brat. You want me to use my whip again?" The distorted male voice at the other end said, his voice harsh, curt, and leaving no room for disobedience. She smiled hesitantly, her tear-stained cheek stretching with discomfort as she hugged herself, probably in an attempt to shield herself from the prying eyes of the long line of men on the other side of the room in the video as they stared at her. Their sick gazes on the choker around her neck, leading to a chain"How much is she going for?" One of the men said, his accent distinct, unfamiliar as he raised his finger, not taking his eyes off the poor child cryin

MARIA'S POINT OF VIEWI could not sit still, I could barely breathe, it felt like there was a noose around my neck as I sat here, in the living room beside Sabine, staring at the television screen as several reports were made about the one man I have known all my life as the monster he really was, the world world just found out about the evil I have lived with all my life, the pain, the trauma, the suffering I have endured all my life.The light from the large television bathed the room in a soft glow, and the flashes from the camera as different clips were rolled in made the living room look as though it were in danger of being attacked. I do not want to sit here, I do not want to watch the horror I have lived in displayed on the news with reporters that probably felt nothing, that had no idea of the torment it was that came with knowing a man like Alvarez.I do not think I would be truly ready to explain just what I have gone through, but I could not move away, could not bring mysel

SABINE'S POINT OF VIEWI watched as the weight of what had just happened settled in each and every one of us. It was fucking glorious, the way it was all revealed, the aftermarth would be even better. I got up and walked over to my husband as he paced the living room, his long legs moving back and forth, with his hand on his chin. He was clearly deep in thought; perhaps he was thinking of another way to ruin Alvarez.We all are.Getting to him, I pulled my hand out with an expectant gaze. He looked at me in confusion, before he handed me a black card, his name plated on it in gold print.I stared at the card with an exasperated expression as I sighed. He smiled, his gaze unsure as he whispered, "What? You want another one?" He went for his pocket again, but I just shook my head as I hid the card away in the pocket of my shirt."No, this is not what I wanted, but I will keep it...for supervision," I said, lying through my teeth. I would wreck the card with my newfound shopaholic skills

DOMINIC'S POINT OF VIEWStanding there, I watch as the SWAT team, dressed in their uniform, kick down the door of the house, completely ripping it off its hinges."POLICE! HANDS ABOVE YOUR HEAD! STAY STILL OR WE WILL SHOOT!" yelled one of the officers, probably the captain, as they moved with a fierceness, the cameras moving in on the kitchen, but no one was there. All that could be seen was a first aid kit and some blood-stained tissuesThey moved further into the house, covering every other else till they got to the bedroom. The small room, the last place they needed to check, the one place the motherfucker was, because he had no choice. He would not, would not move.Maria's drugs had made sure of thatThe son of a bitch lay lifeless on the bed, his eyes closed shut, as his body lay still, his mind olivious to the shitstorm I have weathered in his life."Police! Do not move, hands above your head!" An officer yelledThe foolHe obviously cannot move, you idiot! I yelled in my mind as

ALVAREZ'S POINT OF VIEWThey led me out to another room, the damn interrogation room. A few minutes after I was made to sit on the steel chair, the door to the other end opened again to reveal the last person I thought I would see.The attorney general of the fucking country!The bald-headed man in his early thirties walked to the chair on the other side of the table, his sleek black shit sharp, and pristine as he sat, his icy stare on me as his eyes narrowed. "Sir, these are the files you asked for," Iris says as she hands him a thick folder filled with different documents"I take it these are the documents found in his house?" He asked, his gaze on the documents as he flipped through them."Yes, sir, these are some of them. The rest are being processed as we speak. Our officers are still checking through the house, before it will be officially sealed off," She says, standing at alert by his side"Good," He says before turning to me, a condescending glare on his face. I want to take