DISCIPLINE✔ (DSD SERIES, BOOK THREE)

Bonus Chapter (Shanice & Dimitri De' Santos)

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Somewhere in Spain...

I was dreaming of white, soft clouds that surrounded my body lifting me up to the heavens...

I was light and my soul was at peace ready to go the bright light shining above me...

That's how I knew it was dream and not reality.

If I was truly dead... The fires of hell would have been burning at my flesh...demons destroying my body as punishment for the evils I have committed...

...yet as painful as that sounds it would be better than being alive.

In death there are no expectations, you only have your humanity ripped from once and there is no hope... You are where you are and you will stay there for eternity...

Earth is the real challenge, having to constantly be the best... Do the right... A right that is denoted by what people preach to you...by what you grow into...

You never really know what is right in life... It's subjective... but in death, you know.

You either go to heaven or hell... and then that is that...

My eyes are heavy and my mind is numb... I can feel my nerves waking up, alerting me of the pain all over my body.

I open my eyes feeling dead inside regardless of the pain tingling up my spine.

I'm alive... I want to be dead.

My heart beat picks up it pace and the machine besides me beeps loudly alerting the woman in the room of my state.

She rushes over to me doing her routine checks, trying to get me to communicate but I don't. A doctor comes in seconds later, repeating the process more thoroughly this time but I still don't speak.

I didn't want to be here... I have no reason to be here...

Minutes later, my eyes drift shut my body deciding it needs to heal from the pain. It is a dreamless sleep... Black like my soul, tainted by the darkness in this world.

When I come to, I notice his presence. Honestly, had it been different circumstances I would be scared shirtless but now, I didn't even tremble in fear of the man looming in the chair beside me.

I turn my head looking at him, yet not at him. The shadows hide his features, leaving his face a mystery as always.

Dimitri De' Santos.

His name is well known in the Mafia business. A ruthless killer, heartless, cold... He's a monster...

...or at least that's what they say.