About three months back, I came to his home with my husband – Enzo Dolmen, the youngest son of Don Michelle Dolmen. I was so happy with his family’s warm welcome and my husband’s undivided attention that I didn’t realize that I was stepping into the biggest trouble of my life. I was so involved with the happiness of having a family that I ignored the obvious signs of threats. I didn’t realize that I was being watched.
All the time, there was someone who was keeping an eye on me. I was being followed and kept under tremendous scrutiny. From the crack of the dawn to the end of the night, I was being stalked, taped and watched. HE jerked off to my photographs. HE fucked women screaming my name. HE painted me all over the canvas to keep me around him.
And, then, one day he got what he wanted.
ME.
I fell onto his bed on his command. I had to save my husband and I had to accept the ruthless proposition he put in front of me. I thought it was only for a night but that was another mistake. The Mafia Mob – Killian Dolmen didn’t do the one-offs. He wanted me once and he made sure that I was falling into his trap over and over again.