CHAPTER FOUR

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 alongside me, and I laughed again as rage simmered

“Do I have to tell you what to 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 forward and freed me from the restraints.

“We apologise, sir, we didn't know if you would consider it appropriate if any 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. Its sleeves were roughed up and stuck out in an awkward manner, the collars of my shirt were 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 guests brought forward my suit, and by this time, the bus had stopped. They all got off to give me privacy as I dressed myself once again. Once I was done, I hopped off and saw that we had stopped near my Ferrari, exactly as I commanded.

“Sir, a call for you. Its Alessandro"

one of the officers said as he handed to phone to me

" What's your name?" I asked him.

The fact that I was calling him an officer in my mind irked me

“Ricardo, sir," he said, and I took the phone from him

“Speak,” I said into the phone

“Sir, I am so sorry for the inconvenience. I won't fuck up anymore sir” he said and I could imagine his hand tightening on the phone as he said that

“You know I only tolerate fuck ups once, There are no second chances in my organization Alessandro” I said and immediately, I heard the shot go off….I guess I would need a new driver,I thought to myself.

“Target eliminated boss," I heard Mateo say over the phone

“Good, take over from him now and get me information on that setwctive, the one who had me arrested, the one responsive for this fuckup! You have ten minutes, and while you're at it, get rid of every officer who was on the ground during my arrest. I expect a total clean-up by tonight,” I said and hung up.

Looking over at the officers with me, I signed Ricardo over to me

“Where are you from?" I asked him

“Pittsburgh, sir," he said, and I gave him a deas look in annoyance. Must I say everything?

" I mean, your home country smart stuff. Your accent is defined, so that means you are not fully American, you are either Mexican or Spanish, so I'll ask again, where are you from?”

" Spain, sir,” he said.

" How much do you make from this?”

" About ten thousand a year, but that means I really did well that year. We do not really get paid much as brown people,” he said, and looking at him, I could see his anger at the system, so I smiled openly as a plan formed in my mind

“You want to make that monthly, and if you impress me, weekly?" I asked him, and hook, line, and sinker, he fell into my trap. The second I saw the hungry look in his eyes, I knew the incentive of money was enough for him.

“Go to prison in my stead. I want you inside. You will sell some of my stuff to the men in there, and your family will never know poverty again. In a few years, I will have you brought out and over to my country, where you will become my soldier and make triple monthly. I will also cover all your other expenses as you serve time in my place.”

He looked conflicted at first, but I knew humans. I could tell that he loved money, and besides that, I wasn't asking. If he refused, I would have his family killed this second by the amipees placed in front of his house, or the bomb planted there would go off.

“I will do it air," he said, and I smiled.

…..

A few moments later, my phone pinged with the notification. I saw the information I needed on the screen of my phone. I remembered the beauty at the court. She was the exact same woman I spent the night buried in, the woman on my mind for far longer than anyone else had been.

I looked up to see that Ricardo was already dressed in his prison uniform and nodded at him as he was driven away by the officers. If all went according to plan, the officers would be killed tonight as well.

I entered. my car and read the information sent to me.

Children: Daughter named Sabine

The information read and the picture below it showed me her face once more, and from this angle, I could see her fully

. She was beautiful, her almond-shaped eyes were sharp and striking, and their green colour made them even more beautiful.

Her hair was so long, and it reminded me of the way I grabbed it when I had her from behind the night before

. Her brown skin glistened in the picture, and I wanted to bite it again as I remembered the way the became red as I spanked her the night before. She was very sensitive.

The address of her house and her apartment were below, but the chances were that she would be at her parents tonight, after all, they had to celebrate my take down. They were in for a surprise tonight.

….

It was nighttime when I pulled up to the small house at the end of the line of houses. The array of sleek black cars behind me was my army for the night. I got out of the car with my loaded gun in hand, with its silencer in place.

I walked over to the porch, opened the door, and walked in like I owned the place. They all stopped to look at whoever had walked in, and the audience on their faces, particularly the father and daughter, I relished in it.

“All this on my account?" I asked as I walked over to the table with the drinks and snacks on it. I had a sip of the drink…Mango, I could taste the mango in them, and it made me remember the night before. The way I had her already in the bed for me with the mango scented oil I had spread over her body.

“Delicious," I said, looking Sabine in the eye, and she swallowed

“You're supposed to be in jail right now! You were sentenced before our eyes,” her father screamed

" Need flash, I own it all, and guess what? The very officers who worked with you will have to die because you decided to go after me. Their daughters will have to get to work at my whorehouses as punishment or t

as strippers and their sons, well, let's just say they either die by a bullet or an overdose…all because of you,” I said, and he whimpered. Like a baby

I made my way to the chair beside Sabine and sat down. My men have already surrounded the house both inside and outside. There would be no escape for any of them tonight.

“Well, this is delicious," I said after munching on the macaroni and cheese on the table. “Who made this?" I asked her

“I did," she replied, her voice small, and it made me smile again because I remembered last night, she was not as quiet as she currently was.

“Good," I said and stood up, looking around the room. I turned to look at her father once more as he clutched his wife and daughter.

“Get her," I commanded, and immediately, one of my men walked forward and grabbed Sabine, pulling her towards the door. Her mother and father screamed as her mother held on tightly to her daughter

“Please don't do this! I will do whatever you want, but not my baby, please,” her mother begged as she held her daughter with one hand and my leg with the other.

“I am so sorry about this, miss, but you should blame your husband for this after all, he caused all this to happen,” I said, bending to her height level

" What are you waiting for? I said Take her!" I barked at my guard, who swiftly carried her out of the house and over to the car. I heard her cries and pleas as she tried to hold on to her mother, but it was all futile. I would have her. I looked to see how the guards held Sabine, and possession reared its ugly head as I vowed to cut the guard's hand off myself

“Oh, and lest I forget," I said before walking out the door. I aimed at the father and shot him in the shoulder and knee, “Never cross me again. I trust this will ensure you never forget my face and name.”

I said and walked out of the house and into my car, where Sabine awaited me.