Inside the dark prison cell, Dominick sat facing the greasy dirty walls. His hands were chained in handcuffs, his face was dark and his hair messy. According to the orders from his foster father, he should be treated by a common criminal. The policemen did exactly that by torturing him for a while before locking him up. Dominick was still furious about the whole situation. He wished that he could leave jail any moment and go find Mr. Castillo and kill him. The man always gets away with everything he does to him but not this time, Dominick was going to get his revenge and he'll surely kill the man for underrating him. Dominick stated to him handcuffed wrists in disappointment. How did he allow himself to end up this way? Was what Dante said really true? That a woman will only cause a distraction to him and become his weakness? Hell no! He shouldn't be letting all of that get to him. He shouldn't allow himself to become as heartless as the man. Soon, a policeman banged his fist on the
Dominick was soon on an airplane on his way to Las Vegas. Knowing that it was his only way to leave prison freely. Dominick knew that Dante had plans and he might even die in the process but he had to go anyway. Dominick thought of a way to contact Renee, he knew that he had to tell Renee about his movements and to send him back up. Dominick didn't trust even Mr. Dante. He knew what he was going to pass through and he also knew that it wouldn't be an easy task escaping from Dante if he planned to do that with Leila.When they arrived in Las Vegas, Dominick was escorted by so many bodyguards into a huge villa. No one had to tell him that the villa belonged to Mr. Dante. He walked inside the mansion with numerous guards accompanying him. The huge hallway was filled with the noise of footsteps reverberating in it. Their movements echoed in the place, when they finally got to the front of the huge mahogany double doors, Dominick knew that he was about to face his worst nightmare. The look
Dominick entered the room after the door was opened by two bodyguards who guarded the place from outside. As soon as he entered, the door was closed. Dominick saw some men sitting around a table. Amongst them— was Dante. He was busy smoking his cigarette while he played the game with his business partners. The man was so busy, but when Dominick entered– he noticed. "Alas. He is finally here" he said out cheerfully, pointing towards Dominick's direction. "Come over here boy" he demanded and Dominick went towards the table to meet him. At this juncture, he had to obey all what the man wanted if indeed ,he wanted to get Leila back. Dominick knew that he just had to obey Dante's orders."Sit" the man demanded and he did. Dominick looked around the other three men who were in the room with him. They looked a bit older than Dante. Except the one who was sitting next to him. He was a bit younger and was more like his age range. Dominick greeted them briefly and his eyes went to the game o
A loud gunshot sound was made in the room by Dante for shooting his gun up in the air. The man had to cause a distraction that would make Aurelio not to play. He tried to stand up from his chair and acted drunkenly, he laughed out hysterically and he had hit the chess game on purpose, ruining the ongoing game so that Dominick and Aurelio wouldn't continue. Dominick tried to help him stay still but the man seemed to move a lot."Mr. Castillo, be careful or you'll fall" Mr. Reyes said to him. Dominick stood up quickly to help the man. Only Dominick knew that Dante wasn't drunk. He had just did that in order to ruin the game because Dominick was failing. "Mr. Castillo, are you alright?" One of the men asked— showing his concern. "No.. no.. I feel so much ache in my head" Dante mumbled drunkenly. Dominick was moved by how cunning the man was. His act was so real, no one would believe that he wasn't drink. Dominick soon helped him out of the room. As he tried to take him away, Dante stru
A man's loud groan reverberated in the dark dungeon of Dante's mansion. Dominick has just woken up and he tried to stand up from the cold greasy ground of the dungeon where he was locked in. He twisted his ankle as he tried to stand up. His whole body ached which made it difficult for him to make any movement. Dominick laid on his back, his face looking at the ceiling. Dominick was breathing heavily, he was trying so hard to hang on but it was hard for him. He was beaten badly and didn't get any medical attention. He was also feeling feverish from laying on the cold ground over night. "Ahhh" Dominick cried out again. This time, he struggled hard and he finally stood up. He walked towards the door of the dungeon. It was a huge metal door with only a small part made for him to peel through. That was the only place where light could find its way into the dark dungeon. Dominick began to bang his fish hard on the gate. "Is anyone there?" He called, but there was no response.Dominick Cont
Who… who are you?" Leila asked Dante who kept staring at her. She was beginning to feel uncomfortable from the looks. Dante took his seat on the bed bearing her, Leila shifted away from him. "You don't have to be afraid of me. It's not you that I'm after. But with you, I can get what I want" Dante stated, going straight to the point. He felt like Leila was a smart woman and he didn't have to hide anything from her. Leila seemed sensible from the other women he had encountered. Her eyes had fierceness written all over it and it shows him how defiant of a woman she was. Dante remembered his first encounter with Leila. She probably wouldn't remember that they have met before once at a shopping mall. During the time that she was a stripper, she helped recommend him a drink at a shopping mall which he picked. On that day, he met her shopping and he appeared right there to buy drinks. He didn't take any bodyguards with him. Leila saw him having difficulties making a choice and she suggest
Dante's study was no different from other parts of his mansion. It was dimly lit, luxuriously designed with expensive golden statues and furniture. Just like Dominick, he also had a Jacquard couch sitting in the middle of the huge study room. His love for Jacquard couches made Dominick also love to have couches in his house. He had them at every restaurant ng corner in his house. Dominick sat on one of the wooden facing his working desk which had a laptop sitting on it. Mr. Dante had a classic taste in everything he used and owned. Dominick waited for him patiently. About a few minutes later, Dante walked into the study. On seeing the looks on his face— Dominick could tell that he had a successful business and it fell on his advantage. He knew Dante to be someone who would never lose to anyone so he must've gotten what he wanted. Dominick watched Dante as he took his seat behind the desk and faced him. Dante went on the light himself a cigarette and he began smoking. He opened the dr
LEILAI was standing near the window with my hands resting upon the window pane. I was looking outside at the totally new environment that I was in. Because of the stoic look on my face one would mistake me for someone who wasn't bothered by anyone or anything— but deep down, I was very worried. After meeting Dante Castillo earlier, I wondered what he really wanted with me as the man didn't look ordinary. He spoke to me calmly, but that wasn't all. I could sense how fake he was. The man was pretending earlier. I couldn't believe that he was my father. I needed an explanation from Dominick. It had been a month and two weeks since I was unconscious. So many things had happened which I needed to know about. I wanted to be sure that we were really siblings as he said we were and that Dante is our father. I had so many things that I wanted to ask him. Including Ali who shot me at the auction. So many things that I had to ask Dominick about but there was no way for me to get to him. I was w