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
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 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
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
SABINE'S POINT OF VIEW "Take it Dolcezza!" I heard the husky voice is the stranger as thrusted in me savagely. I was blindfolded and it made me feel everything in a heightened way. I felt the way his hips crashed into me with his Savage thrusts, the way his hand tightened around my wrists as he held them above my head, the way he squeezed my right breast as he bit into the sensitive spot on my neck. I moaned loudly as I felt my release draw closer and closer each second more heightened than the last. He had been fucking me for the past... I had no idea of time anymore. His breath against my cheek smelled of whiskey and rum... It drove me wild as it made my pleasure more passionate. I remembered why I decided to explore beyond my vanilla taste and visit a sex club. My friend Christine whose father apparently ran the club gave me the idea as well as an exclusive list of possible partners. All I had to do was fill the form including questions about my height, race, prefere
DOMINIC’S POINT OF VIEW All my life, I have only ever known of blood. From the moment the doctor brought me out of the darned woman that had the misfortune of bringing me into this world. I had my first kill at the age of ten; the woman assigned to me by my foster mother rubbed my body in a manner I hated to I took the toothbrush by the side and stabbed her eye with it. I proceeded to slit her throat after that; it was my most messy kill. I remember my small hands feeling too messy and that was why I always had a hand towel on me wherever I went. My second kill was the judge and my therapist at the age of fifteen. I had been sent to a correctional facility by the judge and assigned to a therapist for my “strange behaviour” as the judge has said. I found my hatred for labels then. I remembered the way the judge’s face scrunched up as he labelled my new found activities, he called me a psychopath, the rage I felt at the sound of that was unlike any one in my age range. I vowed to m
SABINE'S POINT OF VIEW I had had my bath and decide to do a deep clean of my apartment thinking it would help me forget the activities of the night before when my father called me saying “Hey baby girl,you wanna come with me to court today? I caught that big shot criminal I was telling you about the other day and today's the trial” " Really? Um…well I was actually going to clean my apartment but you know what why not? I'll be there in a hour” I said to him and hung up I quickly dressed and rushed out of my apartment. I called a Uber as I got dressed and he was already here. I got in, gave my address and plugged in my air pods. ….. Before I knew it, the car stopped in front of the court building,I got out after paying and rushed in to avoid the incoming rain as the clouds has gathered as though the universe knew that today would determine the fate of someone. I spotted my dad next to the water dispenser as he got himself some warm water,it was a cold day. “Boo!" I said s
DOMINIC'S POINT OF VIEW The drive down the king, lonely road to the maximum holding center was silent and long. I looked at the driver and the guards that were in the bus along side me and I laughed again as rage simmerred “Do I have to tell you what t do or would you like a bullet?" I asked and like clockwork, the guards stood at once and the one with the key to the cuffs came foward and freed me from the restraints. “We apologise sir, we didn't know if you would consider it appropriate if at anyone of us touched you.” He said and I simply looked at him. I was furious and my beast demanded blood and revenge. “Where's my suit?" I asked as I looked at the state of the suit I was in. It's sleeves were roughed up and stuck out in an awkward manner, the collars of my shirt was roughed up from the way that officer whose name I learnt to be Jones, held them. I wanted revenge and I wanted it immediately. One of the guess brought forward my suit and by this time, the bus had stopped.
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,
MARIA'S POINT OF VIEWI watched as he got up from the reclining chair with a grunt and limped to the bedroom while trying not to put too much pressure on his rotting leg. The house smelled of the blood and pus coming out from it, making me want to hurl and vomit, but I kept my cool, knowing the kind of man he is.He huffed in pain as he walked over to the door, but stopped as he saw me standing in the kitchen with the door open; he hated it when I closed any doors in the house- he thought I would do something he was displeased with He looked me up and down and said "I am going to sleep now but the second I wake up, you better be ok your knees on that bed like the good whore you are supposed to be" He smiled evilly in that way that made my belly turn in disgust, but to avoid another smack, I simply nodded as I trembled before him" Good, do not disappoint me. We would not want a repeat of two weeks ago, would we?" He walked over to the room, making me shiver at the mention of two we