Semua Bab In love with my Prisoner (a Mafia BILLIONAIRE romance): Bab 131 - Bab 138

ALVAREZ'S POINT OF VIEWThe van moved smoothly, the tyres gliding against the sandy ground without any hindrance. I sit in thet damn orange jumpsuit, my hands and feet chained as I stared the window, pretending I am not at alert. The three guards in front of me were not my men. I know every single man I hire to work for me, whether someone else gives him the job or not, I am still on top of things.Nothing could get past me."Hang tight, we are going deeper into the desert," The driver says, and I see Antonio look to another one of our men, the latter looked at him, his hand on his gun, as he waited for the signal to go ahead.It is the perfect time; the other vans behind us better be filled with our men as well, or it will be Antonio's head as I chop it off.Suddenly, it felt like time had slowed down, as every atom of the universe shrank, and everything seemed to move too slowly as I watched secretly from the corner of my eyes, waiting for all hell to break loose in this bitch.Afte

SABINE'S POINT OF VIEWIt feels like I had just been sucker punched in the gut, as I watch the news reels. The words coming out of the mouth of the reporter went over my head as I tried to be delusional, tried to tell myself that the news was false, that this was April Fool's Day, even though we are in May, even though this was too serious to report as fake news.I stand on wobbly legs as I try not to collapse; this was no part of the plan.Alvarez was supposed to suffer for a few days, or weeks, all on our terms, as he suffers humiliation from everyone in the world, as the system we manipulated works in our favour, completely shitting on the fucker's head, untill we had our fill, and had him flown in here, where he would be executed, and I would have his head shipped to Spain, a sigh of warning to the fuckers there that dared to sit on my throne!The video from earlier was still haunting, the truth of it scaring me as I replayed the mirror in my mind. Alvarez was off the grid.Shit!

DOMINIC'S POINT OF VIEWI am pregnantHer words hit me like a wave, a fucking heavy one with the impact a tsunami would have on a city as my heart stopped, the smile on my face vanished.I am pregnantHer happy words keeps playing in my mind, like a broken record as I try to put it out, try to imagine that this is some kind of nightmare, some kind of sick joke, but for some reason, I have a feeling it is the truth, that her tone of voice as it was bathed in happiness meant that this was not a game, she is not bluffing, this is realTurning back to face her, my expression closed off. I ask her, my voice low, a haunted ring to it, as I try not to focus on the fear that was rising in me. The thought of being thrown out by Alvarez, not too long after my mother had me, the thought of whose sperm caused my creation, the thought of having a child while Alvarez is on the loose, the fear, the danger, the pain that would come with this development.This is not good news, it is a fucking hazard

DOMINIC'S POINT OF VIEWShe stares at me, her mouth in a thin line, like this was some sort of game, like the life of my wife did not depend on her answers."I will say this one more time: Where is my wife?""How dare you?" She says, her lips pulled into a sneer as her eyes spark with hate, "You foolish child. You came to Italy, like the dog you are, courtesy of the man I love, as he took pity on your sorry, sick, pathetic self. You know he always knew you would betray him? He told me. I remember how he planned for his adoptive son to succeed him. Poor Tony was everything; he had trained for that position all his life, until you came and stole it from him! You ungrateful dog! You killed the only man I ever loved, the very man that took you off the streets, and made you his driver and bodyguard, he trusted you!, but you stuck a fucking knife in his back, and killed every single person in his line of succession, his men, everyone! Just so you could maintain what was rightfully Tony's, n