All Chapters of In love with my Prisoner (a Mafia BILLIONAIRE romance): Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

CHAPTER TWODOMINIC’S POINT OF VIEWAll 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 vo

CHAPTER FOUR.DOMINIC'S POINT OF VIEWThe 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 st

SABINE'S POINT OF VIEWThe knock at the door followed by the sound of the key turning woke me from. my slumber. I looked at the door to see who would come in and saw that it was the housekeeper.She had different bags of clothes in her hands which she took to the walk in closet. A few minutes later, she came out with a simple white dress in her hands. It looked like a corporate attire and in her other hands, she held a pair of white heels"il Padrino vuole che tu indossi questo (the Don wants you to wear this" she said in Italian and placed the dress on the bedo looked at her dumbfounded and confused as I did not understand what she said. The language she spoke was still lost on me. She gesticulated after realizing that I did not understand her."oh you want me to put this on?" I said and she nodded as though she understood me and walked out of the room.A part of me wanted to defy Dominc by sitting in this room and not following his command but the fear of what he would do to my fa