ONE NIGHT STAND WITH A MAFIA DON!
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Chapter 7 SEVEN img
Chapter 8 EIGHT img
Chapter 9 NINE img
Chapter 10 TEN img
Chapter 11 ELEVEN img
Chapter 12 TWELVE img
Chapter 13 THIRTEEN img
Chapter 14 FOURTEEN img
Chapter 15 FIFTEEN img
Chapter 16 SIXTEEN img
Chapter 17 SEVENTEEN img
Chapter 18 EIGHTEEN img
Chapter 19 NINETEEN img
Chapter 20 TWENTY img
Chapter 21 TWENTY ONE img
Chapter 22 TWENTY TWO img
Chapter 23 TWENTY THREE img
Chapter 24 TWENTY FOUR img
Chapter 25 TWENTY FIVE img
Chapter 26 TWENTY SIX img
Chapter 27 TWENTY SEVEN img
Chapter 28 TWENTY EIGHT img
Chapter 29 TWENTY NINE img
Chapter 30 THIRTY img
Chapter 31 thirty one img
Chapter 32 thirty two img
Chapter 33 thirty three img
Chapter 34 thirty four img
Chapter 35 thirty five img
Chapter 36 thirty six img
Chapter 37 thirty seven img
Chapter 38 twenty eight img
Chapter 39 thirty nine img
Chapter 40 forty img
Chapter 41 forty one img
Chapter 42 forty two img
Chapter 43 forty three img
Chapter 44 forty four img
Chapter 45 forty five img
Chapter 46 forty six img
Chapter 47 forty seven img
Chapter 48 forty eight img
Chapter 49 forty nine img
Chapter 50 fifty img
Chapter 51 fifty one img
Chapter 52 fifty two img
Chapter 53 fifty three img
Chapter 54 fifty four img
Chapter 55 fifty five img
Chapter 56 fifty six img
Chapter 57 fifty seven img
Chapter 58 fifty eight img
Chapter 59 fifty nine img
Chapter 60 sixty img
Chapter 61 sixty one img
Chapter 62 sixty two img
Chapter 63 sixty three img
Chapter 64 sixty four img
Chapter 65 sixty five img
Chapter 66 sixty six img
Chapter 67 sixty seven img
Chapter 68 sixty eight img
Chapter 69 sixty nine img
Chapter 70 SEVENTY img
Chapter 71 seventy one img
Chapter 72 seventy two img
Chapter 73 Seventy three img
Chapter 74 Seventy four img
Chapter 75 Seventy five img
Chapter 76 Seventy six img
Chapter 77 Seventy seven img
Chapter 78 Seventy eight img
Chapter 79 SEVENTY NINE img
Chapter 80 Eighty img
Chapter 81 Eighty one img
Chapter 82 Eighty two img
Chapter 83 83 img
Chapter 84 84 img
Chapter 85 85 img
Chapter 86 86 img
Chapter 87 87 img
Chapter 88 88 img
Chapter 89 89 img
Chapter 90 90 img
Chapter 91 91 img
Chapter 92 92 img
Chapter 93 93 img
Chapter 94 94 img
Chapter 95 95 img
Chapter 96 96 img
Chapter 97 97 img
Chapter 98 98 img
Chapter 99 99 img
Chapter 100 100 img
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Chapter 4 FOUR

DOMINIC'S POINT OF VIEW

he drive down the long, winding road toward the maximum-security facility was quiet.

Too quiet.

I looked at the driver, then at the guards seated around me in the back of the transport van, and I couldn't help but laugh. Not from amusement.

From rage.

Simmering.

Boiling.

Threatening to spill.

The events of the past hours replay in my mind as I look around, the guards watching me like a hawk, but not foolish enough to look me in the eye.

"Do I have to spell it out," I said slowly, "or would you each prefer a bullet?"

Like trained dogs, the guards jumped to their feet. One of them, the one holding the keys, stepped forward and unlocked my cuffs with trembling hands.

"We apologize, sir," he muttered. "We weren't sure if you'd allow anyone to touch you."

I didn't respond. I simply stared, seething.

"Where's my fucking suit?" I asked, eyeing the pathetic state of the one I was wearing. The sleeves were wrinkled, the collar misshapen, thanks to that coward of an officer, Matthews. I would remember him. I always remembered.

A second later, a fresh suit was offered, properly pressed, black, tailored.

My signature. The van pulled over, stopping at the exact location I'd ordered.

My red Ferrari waited there, gleaming beneath the sunlight.

The guards stepped out, giving me privacy as I changed.

When I finally emerged, suited and cleaned, the mask was back on. I was whole again.

"Sir, a call from Alessandro," one of the guards, Ricardo, said, handing me the phone.

"What's your name?" I asked, taking the device.

"Ricardo, sir."

Even the word "officer" disgusted me. But he... he might be useful.

I brought the phone to my ear. "Speak."

"Boss, I-I'm so sorry for the delay. I won't fuck up again, I swear-"

He certainly wouldn't.

"You know I don't tolerate second chances, Alessandro."

Bang.

The shot rang out through the speaker. Silence followed.

"Target eliminated, boss," Mateo's voice came next, calm as ever.

"Good," I said. "Take over. And find out everything about the detective who orchestrated this arrest. I want his name, his life, and his blood. Also, wipe out every officer who was at the scene today. Full cleanup. No survivors. You have until nightfall."

I hung up and turned to Ricardo.

"Where are you from?"

"Pittsburgh," he replied, confused.

I sighed. "Your country, genius. That accent, it's not American. Mexican? Spanish?"

He stiffened. "Spain, sir."

I smirked. "And how much do you make in a year?"

"Maybe ten thousand... if I'm lucky. They don't pay brown cops much," he added bitterly.

There it was. The resentment. The hunger.

Hook, line, sinker.

"You want to make that monthly?" I asked. "Impress me, and I'll make it weekly."

He froze.

"Go in my place. Serve my sentence. Sell my shit on the inside for me. I'll make sure your family never knows poverty again. And when your time's up, you'll come work for me. Triple pay. Private estate. New identity."

I could already see the decision forming in his eyes.

If he refused? Well, the snipers placed outside his home or the bomb under his porch would take care of that.

"I'll do it, sir," he said quietly.

I smiled.

Minutes later, a notification pinged on my phone.

Subject located.

I opened the message, and there she was - her face lighting up my screen.

Sabine.

The same girl from the court. The same girl from my bed the night before.

The girl who shouldn't still be on my mind.

Almond-shaped green eyes. Skin the color of rich cinnamon. Full lips. Long hair, I remembered wrapping around my hand as I drove into her from behind.

Soft, sensitive, loud.

And now, she's mine.

The report listed her parents' house address. That's where she'd be tonight. Probably celebrating.

Perfect.

By nightfall, I arrived at the end of a quiet residential street.

My convoy of sleek, black cars flanked the house.

I stepped out, armed, silencer attached.

No words. No noise.

I opened the front door without knocking.

They were seated around a table: Sabine, her mother, and the man who thought he could cage me.

Their faces turned pale the moment they saw me.

"All this... for me?" I asked, strolling toward the snack table and pouring myself a drink.

The flavor hit my tongue.

Mango.

I turned to Sabine and smirked. "Fitting."

Her eyes widened. Her father stood so fast, his chair fell behind him.

"You're supposed to be in jail! You were sentenced. We saw it!"

"You saw what I wanted you to see," I said, sipping again. "Now? Those officers who helped you... Their daughters are about to start work in my brothels. Their sons? Bullet or overdose. I'll let fate decide."

Her father flinched like a coward.

I turned toward Sabine and took a seat beside her.

The scent of her skin was already intoxicating. It was mango, even now.

"This is good," I said, taking a bite of mac and cheese. "You cook?"

She nodded silently, her whimpers low, barely noticeable. But I caught it, like a fish in a trap.

"Nice," I said. "You'll be doing that for me now."

Her mother clutched her. "Please. Please don't take my baby."

I crouched down to her level and smiled. "Blame your husband."

Then, louder: "Take her."

My man moved forward. Sabine screamed, clinging to her mother, but it was useless. She was ripped from her arms and dragged to the door.

The father tried to move, and I raised my gun, aimed, and shot.

His shoulder.

His Knee.

He fell to the floor, howling.

"That's for putting your hands on me," I said coldly. "And so you never forget who the fuck I am."

I walked out of the house, leaving behind shattered glass and screams.

Sabine was in the back seat, still struggling, still crying.

But she'd stop soon.

They all do.

And once she did?

She'd realize there's no escape.

Not from me.

Not from Dominic Vitiello.

            
            

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