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2024-10-29 19:42:56Something rang inside the silent room and Marcello shot someone an instant death glare.
"I will shove it down your throat if it doesn't quiet down while I think!"
"Sorry boss." One of the boys rushed out to answer his call.
Marcello thought, for long and hard: Where could she have come from? How had she ended up there? Why was fate fucking a trick on him.
In the last five years he'd used to build his empire, his world, his life, Marcello thought he had prepared himself for anything and everything that could possibly be thrown at him. He was positive he could face all obstacles, any threats: he was the biggest and most ruthless gang leader of the time; nothing could possibly bring him down: well, until a human being who had so much affected his buried innermost feelings at a certain point of his life which he had chosen to bury; until the girl named Jasmine, a split second romantic interest turned out to be his priso
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Breaking Locks Fifteen
Although her heels were already terribly sore, Jasmine still could not stop herself from running as fast as she could the minute she heard the van drive off. He'd let her go. Marcello had released her. She was to speak not a single word of him or anything else to anyone. She was free to go and go for good. Jasmine had been told, conditioned to leave the city and possibly the country with her son for their safety. She'd seen how dangerous Marcello's world was and he'd told her of how dangerous his enemies are: neither she nor her son was safe.But letting her go was not enough. Marcello had her followed. Until she and him were off the clear, he would not sleep in peace knowing they were around. He needed to make absolutely sure, to the smallest detail, that his love and his son were safe, away from him and his dangerous world.Jasmine wouldn't stop running. The words of his tongue kept ringing inside her head! She was t
Breaking Locks Sixteen
"He hasn't slept this peacefully since you disappeared." Aïsha told Jasmine who half slept, half laid beside her sleeping boy."Neither have I, and I wouldn't be able to Aï, not until we get the hell out of here. We are not safe!""I am not detective Mc-model Jones so don't lie to me now. What happened? Why didn't you tell them what really happened to you,""I can't tell you, not while we're still in this town. Its dangerous. These people, these people..." Her hands were already trembling on the back of her son as she still patted him to sleep, "They killed... They are very very dangerous and might come back for me if we don't go.""If it is dangerous then you don't want to say it here." Aisha placed her own small hand over Jasmin's. "Everything is going to be OK. We will get out of here if we have to.""Thanks Aïsha. Thank you for being here for me always and for taking care of Marsy."
Breaking Locks Seventeen
Marcello's hands literally remained confined under his pits as a precautionary measure to not punch the walls to bits and pieces. He had been seated for almost three hours and still, no one was coming to give him news about Jasmine's health condition. He wanted to punch something, someone; worse, he wanted to punch himself till his brain stopped functioning. He blamed himself for her state at the moment. If anything was to befall her, he'd never forgive himself: he had endangered her from the very moment he preyed into her life.He was her curse.And she didn't deserve it. He didn't deserve her. But he couldn't leave her; not anymore.He jumped to his feet the moment he caught site of the famous blue shirt of the operating doctor;"Max, how is she? How's Jasmine?""She got shot Marcello, how do you think she is? The operation was a success and she's stable. But she'll need to stay under observation for 24 hours." Max, the head surgeon replied.
Breaking Locks Eighteen
Compared to the few times she'd been sick, woken up in a white room with the scent if antibiotics feeling her nostrils and leaving her almost nauseous, Jasmine felt a sense of calmness as the bright rays of sunlight brush across her face. For one she was aware she'd been in a life threatening situation and most likely would be in a hospital. But she knew she wasn't; not just because she'd been constantly drifting in and out of consciousness while being transported from the hospital to an unknown location.She caught sight of a man holding up the curtains to let in more sunlight, a natural remedy for quick recovery. Her body still ache and her breathing heavy, but Jasmine still found enough strength to call out,"Hey," a croaky weak sound left her mouth,"Chicca?" Marcello immediately runs to the side if her bed, "Ciao bella ragazza, how are you feeling?" He smoothened hair from her face to the back of her ears, giving her a small genuine smile,"Hi. Are
Breaking Locks Nineteen
Jasmine forced herself to open her eyes as they felt sore from all the crying she'd been doing throughout the night before, coupled with the bright rays of sunlight that flushed in through the white transparent curtains. For the first time since she'd woken up in that room, she could hear the sound of waves crashing across the shore. That was when she first realised, wherever she was, was on a beach.She could hear small sounds of laughter, probably from people having fun by the sea. She scanned around the room,in search for anything of a certain familiarity, but nothing. Every object around her was either there for medical or decorative purpose and none could serve the use of what she wanted to do. She pressed her eyes shut one more time, letting the warmth of the sun work its magic on her skin; but instead, memories flooded in. His voice rang inside her head, his words shook her to the very brink of insanity:"This life is who I am f
Breaking Locks Twenty
Three weeks had gone by, Jasmine, Aisha and Mars hadn't left the beach house. Jasmine had gotten better and strong enough to go out exploring and playing with her son and friend. That was literally all they did. Marcello had promised them a time when they'd be able to go out explore the world outside that island, but that time wasn't exactly then. But even so, no one could have gotten bored, he made sure they had everything and anything the needed. Mars had an entire room of toys and video games, he was the only one still most likely to get bored; but he couldn't. This time he had both his mother and father. Their family seemed almost perfect. Marcello would pay them visit every now and then, Serena would too but not as often as him since she always ended up in an argument with Aisha. Their chemistry was undeniable but the kind that blew the roof off the lab."So, you wanna grab that diner with me?" Serena asked Aisha, her accent making the latter giddy,
Breaking Locks Twenty-one
Serena.She broke a mafia lords leg, took a deadly blade right through the gut, and somehow, was still alive. Marcello stood exactly at the open door watching as his medical team worked on his sister. Jasmine,standing directly behind him, still clutching her son to her chest even though he was no longer asleep. He just laid on her shoulder, drawing air robots. Aisha stood immediately after Jasmine, watching too, praying, her heart beating almost out of her chest.This girl could not die. She still way too many arguments to wage with her.With white clenched fist on the bridge of his nose, Marcello turned to the rest of the gang behind them."What happened?" His tone was so cool you could almost feel the coldness in it. "How is my sister lying in there, fighting for her life, and none of you are," no one said anything. The deafening silence was very uncomfortable and tense."Qualcuno dice qualco
Breaking Locks Twenty-two
Surely Nikolai wasn't an idiot to let himself get followed by a detective. He hadn't become Marcello's closest thug on stupidity or ignorance. The second he noticed being followed, he smartly diverted his attention by sending someone to sell some bags to Dylan's supposed ward for the night. And Dylan, being the gentle man and kind hearted person he was, had chosen to prioritized the well being of Ashley over his work. He'd immediately dragged her and her companions out of the place and alerted the local police.Back at his apartment, he took the initiative to go through Jasmine's file again.What was he missing?'Born and raised in West Africa, a local former British and French territory; two of four kids; older brother, older sister, and a younger sibling'Dylan burned the night candle going through that file, reading in between the lines and putting a question mark on everything unclear about Jasmine's identity.Towards the early hours of the mo
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Breaking Locks Forty-Two
In a split moment, Jasmine was able to open her eyes, fully conscious of who she was looking at; his face wasn't as beautiful as when she had first fallen in love with him; it beared splashes of blood, strips of sweat, and a growing paleness. But he was smiling. Her eyes were focused on him thinking this could all be a dream but he was smiling, and that made her heart happy. She didn't care that her whole body felt like she was in a fire pit; or that he wa starting to look as white as casper the friendly ghost; he was smiling at her an that, that made her heart happy. She was in his arms, it was cold but she felt warm in his embrace. Looking into her eyes and watching the little light in her eyes, that gave Marcelo hope; hope that no matter what happened to him, she was alive; and that she could still make it. "Still breaking locks chicca?" he said to her, his voice hoarsed. "they were never locked! I love you Marcelo!" warm tears streamed down her eyes. He laughed. A sweet soft sou
Breaking Locks Forty-one
Pain.That was all she felt as her eyes slowly opened.Pain and a burning in her back. While it seemed her back had been set aflame, her arms felt as if they were about to fall off. Jasmine resisted the urge to scream, knowing completely why she was in pain. How easily she had been caught. She knew it was endgame she'd felt those big calloused hands grab across her neck when she dashed for the brightly lit door, feeling a sense of daylight behind it. An escape; one which failed terribly. Now she was so sure this was her end. She was going to die. No one would save her. After the torture of being whipped over a hundred times, she would finally have to die. how she was still alive was beyond her knowledge.Her eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room fairly quickly. Her back burned, she didn't know how long she could take the pain, already her head was dizzy. Jasmine looked around what seemed to look like a cell, her eyes landing on a figure which stood to the side, concealed by shadows. Jas
Breaking Locks Forty
Cold, that was her Jasmine's first feeling. She needed her blankets. She was shivering to her bones and drifting inside mind were memories of her life before all of this. The second thing to be registered in her minds eye was the hard ground beneath her, her bed had never been this hard. Even when after ber father had passed and her mum had had to shoulder the responsibilities of all four kids by herself, she never had to sleep on a bed this hard. And thirdly, was the pounding in her head. Jasmine opened her eyes only to squeeze them shut. Her head felt as if it were about to explode. She wanted to rip her hair out, the pain was excruciating. What had happened her?She slowly opened her eyes, biting her tongue in pain; the hammering feeling in her head would be the death of her. Slowly, she sat up, taking in her surroundings. She had still been in the same room but an exception of the chains and ropes. She laid on the bare floor; that would explain the cold. But why was she here? And
Breaking Locks Thirty-nine
For the briefest second, Jasmine felt like she was actually the messiah. She had played the role to perfection and in turn the children of a crazy Asian man who had the effrontery to put her only child up for sale to a Russian troop that actually wanted to kill them for revenge! My father my father! She remembered how her mother would wail when as kids she and her sisters would misbehave. She imagine looking up to the heavens in her own turn and crying out same. They say desperate times call for desperate measures: this time called for if not grace, a miracle. She needed a miracle. It was definite, there wasn't possibly anything that could save her if not a miracle. Her head pounded as She slowly blinked open her eyes. Darkness! How familiar. She thought to herself. Wether she had been safe or not, darkness had become very familiar to her lately. She wondered what time it was. It could have been bright and gleaming sunlight middle of the day. She couldn't tell. She attempts moving
Breaking Locks Thirty-eight
His first instincts were to leave a punch in the most painful part of Jones body for reasons of putting eyes on his woman but, that would kill the man and end their mission before it even starts. So he reached out to blind his left eye. Dreco ‘s adrenaline pumped furiously just at the mare sight of Dylan Jones. He didn't have to do that so he found a way to cover it up. "You left them at the mercy of a psychopathic Asian connected to the Russian mafia brutto stronzo! Dovrei darti una morte molto dolorosa! Bastardo!" he threw another punch right into his forehead. The pain sent him into a coughing fit, bleeding from the skull and mouth. When it had subsided, he finally said again, "If death was my calling, I never would have gotten out of there alive." he peeked their interest. How did he get out? Was this a trap? "then how did you get out?" "Someone inside his circle doesn't quite agree with all his decisions. They let me out and immediately I knew I had to come to you and I can g
Breaking Locks Thirty -seven
In her black loose bottom pants, a grey silk top, a fitted black leather jacket and black combat boots, Serena matched her way into the backroom of the gallery, by passing a beautiful painting of the sea and a green viper in it.She reached a room where a man had been restrained: arms tied to the back of a chair. She got sight of his well muscled tone back partially covered by curls of dark hair.Apart from the chair on which he sat, there was a rectangular table that was placed directly in front of him. On it was a small briefcase and nothing more.She dropped her own bag on one side of the table then supported herself in the middle of the table; half sitting, half standing, with her hands folded under her breast giving a little lift and a better view of her cleavage, right in his face.But he didn't care. Neither did she.The minute her eyes coincided with those dark sapphire blue orbs
Breaking Locks Thirty-six
"Lo sapevo! Lo sapevo cazzo! And I told you! I told we should never have let that girl out." Serena fussed. She strut about in hasty movements, putting piles together."Basta Serena. She has not betrayed me. Jasmine will not betray me again. I know she won't. We just have to know where they took her. Whoever did was probably trying to keep her away from us. We must find her and my son.""Dios! Marcello! How are you still so blinded by this girl? What the hell did she give you? You know what? I should have killed from the very first day I saw her." Her words barely left when she felt Marcello's hand hold a tight grip around her neck."Don't you ever repeat those words ever again! Or else I will not hesitate to break your neck.""Marcello you're hurting me," Serena put her hands around his big ones, trying to loosen his grip. She was gasping for air. He let her go. She was in a coughing fit. She was strong and a predator; but no matter what, Marcello was te
Breaking Locks Thirty-five
Why was her own story different?Jasmine remembers reading a lot of books and stories and girls who found love in foreigners, and lived happy ever after: but why was her own story different? Why did she have to be tortured by her own lover before being sent out as bait to fish out their son? Why? Why did Marcelo Marchesa not just be like a normal white tourist who just happen to tour her country, fall in love with her and then they'd have a normal relationshipWhy now was she on the run from someone she couldn't identify as an ally or an enemyHow did she get caught up in this lifeShe turned from under the light of the street lamp into an alley dark enough to hide her shadow. She ducked behind a van and inhaled sharply. Whoever was tailing her would really love her hiding in there. Alleys were the best places commit crimes or capture a prey. They would think she was stupid enough to get into the only place where she was sure to get caught instead just ju
Breaking Locks Thirty-four
She was sleeping when she heard someone slip into her cell room. She turned around to see Marcello seated beside her."Marcello? What are you doing in here?""I might not be able to see you again after tomorrow. I don't think I will able to watch," he paused,"It's OK. I'm prepared. I've seen worse.""You have, haven't you?" The way his eyes were searching into hers. It was like the secret of life was written in there. "Jasmine," he picked up her hand from her thigh, "Right now, I want us to forget. Forget that there's a complication threatening the life of our only son. I just want to ask you one question; is there anything happening with you and that detective?""Marcello, there's nothing with me and Dylan. Never was, never will be.""So not even once did you ever consider leaving me for him? Maybe because his lifestyle seemed safer than mine?" Jasmine sat up. She took her hand out of his hold."What is this Marcello? Why are we doi
