MARIA'S POINT OF VIEWI tried not to look too much at myself as i stood in front of the bathroom mirror, there were a few cuts and bruises on my forehead as well as a new bruise that was forming fast after te slap he had given me because the food had arrived a minute longer than he liked, i did not even flinch as i dabbed some spirit on it- already too used to the beatings, kicking, smacking and swearing, i dabbed the liquid in barely feeling the sting as i tried to take care of the wound.I opened my bathroom robe to see the huge gash across my ribs on my side from where he pushed me into the kitchen cabinet and pressed a hot pot into my side for not andwering him when he calledEsteban was the devil incarnate but he hid it well from people, his charming smiles, tjhe way his voice would go softer when he was around people that did not know who he was, that was how he became chief of polife in his station afterall, he was the perfect gentleman to them and he had earned his stars on hi
SABINE'S POINT OF VIEWA WEEK LATERSTILL IN RIO, BRAZILI walked hand in hand with my husband as we walked the beach of rio, the sand getting in our toes as we walked towards the cabanna waiting for us with food"Are you enjoying this baby?" He asked me making me smileHe had spent the entitrety of this vacation asking me the same question and it made me chuckle and at the same time feel loved because of just how much he actually cared for meI loved every second of our stay here, the beach, the food, the people....him and how he worshipped my body every night since we had come here. He would kiss me untill i was breathless every night after passionate actions between the sheets and drift off to sleep with me in his arms as he coconed me in his embrace leaving me perfectly warm . Sometimes, it was i could hear him talking to me while i sleot but i pushed it off as i thought i was just thining too much as usual"You asked me that question this morning before we left the villa, i love
DOMINIC'S POINT OF VIEW"Oh! Dominic!" She moaned as she scratched my back while i thrusted in and out of her hard, i make sure to kiss her face with my hand wrapped around her throat as i leaned down, she looked so delectable, so beautiful, so very mine as i ravished her over and overThis was our fourth time going at it this night alone, the moment we returned from the beach, the look o=and voice of that limply olean fucker she called Thierry at the beach left a sour taste in my mouth as i imagined the time they spent together, however brief it was, he still had what was mine for sometimeI wanted his blood but first, i would remind my wife just who she belonged to since she could call another mans name without remembering the promise she made to me a few weeks ago while i was balls deep in her, the promise to never call the name of another man but i guess that was just for her to get her orgasmMy greedy wife knew just how much i loved to watch her unravel around me, the way her w
DOMINIC'S POINT OF VIEW"What is it?" I said into the phone grumpily as i tried to think of ways to make his life living hell for interrupting my time with my wife.He sighed over the phone like i was the one bothering him and not the other way around "Well, this is what i get for looking out for you, okay, ill just not tell you what just happened in spain, goodbye my friend" He said making me perk up at the mention of spain"What is it?" Sabine called from beside me as she took in my alert expression with a look of worry. I kisssed her forehead to calm her before i gestured to nher that it was nothing to worry about, a lie she did not buy well"Tell me" i sighed as i realised one thing or more than one; she was directly involved in this and she needed to know everything about it so hiding it from her would do more harm than good since she would eventually find out"Get dressed baby, we are going out" I said to her before saying to Rapheal "We are on our way" the fucler had not hung
SABINE'S POINT OF VIEWWe were seated in Rapheal's office. Rapheal, Valeria, myself and my husband stood as the elderly woman Dominic had hugged outside sat on the chair in front of the large desk made of oak woodShe looked at me with a mix of shock and pity as she fought tears, a tissue was placed next to her as she trembled staring at me as though she was seeing a ghost"Rapheal, what is the meaning of this?" Dominic asked as he looked at Estella in what looked like confusion and fear. The tall king od the brazillian cartel simply sighed before he kissed his wife's hand and walked over to his a huge frame in his office behing his chairIt was a picture of the french revolution, the woman in the middle dressed in a white dress with a scarlet scarf lay tied around her waist as she hoisted a huge flag up in the ,midst of the chaos brewing around her as men stepped over themselves as fire and thick dark smoke filled the air in the frame, it was an image reflecting two thingsUtter chao
SABINE'S POINT OF VIEW"You ordered a hit in my territory without telling me?" Dominic asked with anger in his voice"If you learned that someone- the very person who killed your mother because her sick lover ordered it so you and him walked into my territory, entered my father's house and stuck a needle full of cyanide into her heart so she could die , was right in a part of the earth that you knew of, would you wait for the permission of anyone on this eart, regardless of your relationship with that person, before you killed the person off?" He asked coldly and Dominic simply looked at him before saying"I never knew my mother, i would not know hpw that feels""Do not count on it, there is some news for you to know too" Rapheal said making me furrow my brows in confusion"What do you mean? Is Dominic somehpow connected to this?"{ I asked as i tried not to imagine waht he could have meant by that. I hope he is also not somehow involved in the hit on my parents. I had no idea what tha
DOMINIC'S POINT OF VIEWAll my life, i believed one thing- i was cursed to be all alone. It was the reason i had no parent and had lived the early years of my life in the shitty orphanage in pitsburgh with evil nuns that were rottting in hell after the revenge i had on them.The first time i realised that i was in hell, one of the nuns- Lisa had taken me to a pathroom and kept me under the tub full of water for what felt like hours- i was three years oldShe had held me under for so long, my tiny lungs had hurt as they took in so muc water. All i could hear over the water was her mumbling"Die you devil, die!" as she put her entire weight in keeping me under the water. It was the shout of one of the older nuns who had barged into the bathroom that made her stop, but i was already gone as the darkness pulled me underThe next thing i knew, i was awake in a white room filled with strangers in coats who looked over me worridely, one of them was a man with white lines on his head and salt
SABINE'S POINT OF VIEWIMMEDIATELY AFTER DOMINIC LEAVESHe walked out of the office with a slam to the door as he shut it benind him taking my heart with him"I should go with him" I said and moved to follow after him for fear of what he would do with the rage coursing through himValeria's hand stopped me as she looked at me shaking her head in the negative. I looked at her with blurry vision as tears filled my eyes in worry of the man i was begining to love. The news had broke me too, the ordeal his mother had gone through, that she was still going through because i did not know if it was possible for therapy to erase the years of pain an trauma she had sufferred at Alvarez, the man that raised me as his own and his customers"Let him be" She whispered as she looked at me with sadness in her eyes as her husband agreed with her "Let him go Sabine, he needs the silence, the solitude before he returns to hear the rest" He said making me think of how alone he would feel if he did not h
SABINE'S POINT OF VIEWWe all sat with our breaths in as we waited for her to drop whatever bomb shell she had. I was growing tired of it all. The secrets, the revelation, the drama that was now my life. I looked back and thought of what I would have been if I were not here right now, if Alvarez had never targeted Dominic, if I were still the plain, mysterious college student and daughter of a cop.Would Dominic and I have eventually found each other?Would we later come around to this madness that was currently our life...it gave me a migraine just thinking about itMy mother, the woman dressed in all black sitting on the plush couch beside me, looked like someone from a distant memory. every time I tried to remember her, it felt like I was pushing a wall that would just not budge; I would come up blank every time. She seemed like someone from a different lifetime, maybe she was. I did not have any recollection of her after all.She inhaled and relaxed her shoulders before saying, "
SABINE'S POINT OF VIEWI helped her out of the car with my hand on her back as we walked through the grand doors of the mansion in Raphael's estate, Daniel hot on my tail as he watched me like a hawk. The feel of her body in my hands felt surreal, like I was floating, like this was a dream I would wake up from at the moment I actually start to believe it is real."Where is this Sabine?" she asked softly as she leaned her weight on me. We walked slowly and gently as I led her in, and she seemed a bit frail but very much alive"This is Raphael's mansion, he is Dominic's friend," I answered "You mean Marillo?" she asked, her voice soft as we walked "Yes, he is the head of the Brazilian cartel, you sent a recording to him saying you would be here soon," I said to her, and before she could speak, Estella walked out with a tray filled with flour, still dressed in her black gownShe looked up and regarded me with a smile, but paused with widened eyes when she looked at the woman in my arm
DOMINIC'S POINT OF VIEWI watched as the life slowly left his body with a sick, twisted satisfaction. I was finally rid of all her exes, the other I had ordered a hit on, even after I promised not toI could not help it, he had his hands on what is mine, there was no other judgment for him.I walked over to the station set up for members of the cartel. The beach was owned by the cartel and almost everyone who decided to come here for relaxation or a cover for an alliance was directly or indirectly under Raphael. The second Thierry and his foolish girlfriend were dead the moment they decided to come here.Once I got to the station for drinks, I knocked on the counter and immediately, a head popped up before standing fully to reveal a woman in a sleeveless shirt revealing the tattoo of the cartel on her arm. I nodded to her and she returned the gesture as she clearly recognised who I was "There is a mess back there. Get the clean-up crew to take care of it. Tell them to be careful of
DOMINIC'S POINT OF VIEWWith my pistol in hand, I walked slowly, predatorily over to the shaking man who was still doing his best to back away from me He was failing horribly at that, by the way. That must be because of the blood covering his forehead and gushing over to his eyes. It was human instinct to try and escape in situations that threatened our well-being, especially when it involved our life, so I was not so surprised to see that he was still fighting to escape meIt happened with most of my victims; they would try their best to escape, and I would give them the false hope that they were succeeding or that they had succeeded before I struck them when they would least expect it. It was just like a lion's hunting, the smart lion could decide to make its prey think he had given up, or he had stopped hunting him or that he was successful in escaping......before he went in for the killer bite.You could also say the same for a fly trap, but right now, I would play his game, I st
DOMINIC'S POINT OF VIEW I watched as she walked away from me, her hands on her mother as she led her to what I assumed was the car she parked not too far from where we are I looked away from her reluctantly and looked at the small, poorly tanned boy in front of me as anger clouded my gaze He was looking at what is mine, he had his hand on what is mine.... that was a death sentence in itself He looked at me with false bravado which made me chuckle in amusement. It was both foolish and brave..... he was brave but he was foolish if he thought he was a match for me. "You have been. a nuisance ever since you approached my wife while we were having our own time on this beach. Do you have a death sentence?" I asked with my hands in my pockets as relished joyfully in the way his eyes widened in shock at defeat at the revelation of the truth that Sabine was my wife. "Wife?" he echoed in disbelief as he shook his head like a road in water "Yes you fool, wife. Do you need me
MARIA'S POINT OF VIEW He applied some kind of cream around the would gently as though he was afraid to cause more pain to me..... like he thought I would break if he applied even a little pressure "What is your name?" I asked him as curiosity got the best of me. His brows furrowed even more as his eyes never stayed from my thigh. He pursed his lips as he gave me the silent treatment,. making me grit my teeth in embarrassment as the other men sat around us on the floor of the jet. "I'm talking to you, what's your name?" I asked again, determined to get an answer from him but he simply reached down and pulled a bandage from a box set beside his foot and sated unwrapping it. He looked up at me with an emotion less glare before looking back down at my thigh and wrapping the bandage around my wound Like it was a acred task, he softly and gently wrapped the bandage with a religious focus as his eyes trained on my thigh as he went below and came back up wrapping my wound and shielding
MARIA'S POINT OF VIEW"You are crazy!" He exclaimed as he looked at my leg with the tracker in my hand. My blood spilled over the seat I was on, making me groan and wince in pain and discomfort. I hated making a mess"Sorry about your seats," I said to him, but he just shook his head in what I would assume was disbelief, since his face was still hidden away in the mask. He groaned as he opened his door and got out. He waved at the jet, and someone ran over. This person was also maskedI guess they thought I would betray them, or that I was some kind of spy for Alvarez, the only way I would help that man is if I were in danger of dying if I did notEven the thought of making anything easier for him filled me with a bitter taste in my mouth as I looked at my bleeding thigh. Suddenly, the door to my side was opened abruptly, and the same man from earlier, I could tell because his build was different from that of the others, who now lined up the jet with huge guns in their hands He bent
MARIA'S POINT OF VIEWI quickly placed my hands up high enough so they could see it and stood as still as possible, the red dots were still on the parts of my body as much as possible. I did not want to die, but I would rather die at their hands than at the hands of AlvarezIt was currently almost evening, but the kind of neighbourhood Alvarez had us living in was one in which people rarely got off of work until late at night, and there were rarely any children around, so we always had our privacy to ourselves no matter what.I paused on the porch of the house with nervous breathing and watched as one man walked forward with a gun in hand and approached me stealthily"Hands where I can see them, ma'am," he said, and I raised my hands higher so he could see them properly. He walked closer to me and looked me up and down before he started tapping me up and down in search of anything He would find nothing whatsoever; all I wanted was to leave this hell"Where are you going, ma'am?" He
MARIA'S POINT OF VIEWI inserted the needle into his neck while he slept, making sure to empty the contents of the needle into his veins. Once I was satisfied with my work, I rushed inside the room without bothering to be quiet anymore; he was not waking up from that, not even if the world suddenly went on fire.I opened the painting behind the wall of the bathroom to reveal a safe, he had no idea I knew it was there or that he even had a safe. Over the years of dealing with him, I realised one thing: it was better to leave him, thinking he broke me so much that thinking for myself was difficult for me, that he had so succeeded in breaking me and making me a shell of the person I once was, that all I could think of was him.That was the only way I had stayed alive so far. I punched in the combination of the safe quickly; it was a mix of numbers, and I had no idea if they held any meaning to him or if they did not. Once the coordinates were in, the safe opened with a satisfying click,