Dead because of you

CHAPTER 1ONE YEAR AGO.I was walking home from my usual job at the bank in our small town.I was quite tired and couldn't wait to rest.I went home and felt from the door that something was smelling wonderful. The wonderful smell of home-made pasta wafted through the air.I had the most amazing man in the world."Jack ..." I called to him."I'm here, darling." I went to the kitchen and saw him handing me a glass of wine."Very kind of you, thanks." I smiled."Let's drink for us. For our future.""Cheers," I said enthusiastically.We drank, had fun, and finally watched a movie in which, of course, I fell asleep.I remember Jack carrying me to the bed and smiling at me. Then I didn't know that ... this would be the last time I see him.NOWADAYSIt was a busy day in Miami, as always. I couldn't wait for the new case.I went into the police station, left my bag, and poured coffee from the cof

LAURA P.O.V.Everything went exactly according to plan.I intrigued him.That was how you could intrigue a criminal, wasn't it?People like him thought they could have any woman, that any woman would fall at their feet.But I wasn't such a woman. I was going to put him in jail.My next move had to be very thoughtful. I would go to the dinner he invited me to, but I had to behave differently from most of the girls he dated, so he wouldn't lose interest quickly.ON THE NEXT DAY.I went out with my friend Emma before the meeting. "So you're going out tonight?" Emma asked me."Yes". I replied."And if all went well, when will we see each others?""I don't know, Em. When I catch him and put him in jail. I'm praying everything will go well.""I believe you can do it. You always do it. And this man, Richard ... what does he look like?""He's ..." I thought. "He's the typical ...""A man who know

AFTER 2 HOURS LAURA P.O.V I woke up.On a private plane.What ... what happened?"Where am I? Where are you taking me?" I shouted.Nobody answered.I was alone here.The room had 4 luxury leather seats.There were other rooms, but I couldn't get up to look at them because I was tied to one of the seats.Did these freaks want me to feel the luxurious life before they blew my brain?I wanted to spit in their faces before that.But I felt weak.These were the only people who could bring me back to the weak, scared girl I was a year ago.They took everything from me.They took away my happiness.They killed the man I loved.Just when we were happiest.I was raped.They were hitting me almost to dead.They destroyed me both externally and internally.I wanted to send them to hell.I didn't notice when tears began to come out of my eyes.And

AT RICHARD VALENTINO'S MANSIONLAURA P.O.V.We have arrived. In my prison.He had to be behind bars, but instead I was under his control.Yes, I was in Italy with him as it shout be, but things went differently than planned.I didn't know what to expect from this man. He wasn't listening to anyone. He was a monster in all his form. He didn't care what was my opinion.As I entered through the front door on the east facade, I passed into a grand hallway. The predominant colors are dark with tan and gold highlights. This combination of colors is repeated throughout both floors of the house. The tall, heavy, varnished wood doors have as the top panel, colored glass panes of amber, blue and pink, in a geometric design. On either side of the main doors are smaller, longer versions of the colored glass windows.Off the main hallway, to the right, there was a large sitting room.This room contains original wallpaper including ceiling panels of

ON THE NEXT MORNING."Get up, darling." Margaret patted me on the shoulder. "Breakfast is ready. I was told to wake you, you will leave early."God, that was right. We were going for a walk in Rome.Apparently Richard wasn't bluffing."Okay, okay ... I'm getting up." I muttered in my sleep.After a few minutes I had to get up.I went into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, straightened my hair, put on jeans and a white one-shoulder tank top, and went downstairs.There really was breakfast in the kitchen. And not just breakfast. There was a lot of food on the table."Good morning, darling." Margaret greeted me."Good morning. Are we all going to have breakfast?" I asked."Oh, no. Richie's already had breakfast, and so is John. It's for you. Richard wanted me to do anything for you because he didn't know what you liked."There really was everything on the table. Pancakes with different types of syrups to them. Scrambled eg