Jasmine's POVI walk down the hall of the hotel, a box clutched under my hand as I make my way to the Manager's office. A few minutes ago, I received a package for the manager. While people don't usually leave packages in front of the hotel and usually make it through to him themselves, it isn't exactly out of the ordinary either.And so, sometimes I do go and hand him his orders myself, as I already work at the front desk.As I make my way up the elevator, it clicks open. I heave a sigh when I see that no one is there. The truth is that I'm still giddy from yesterday with Nico Ferrari.He might have taken me against my will in his car, but then again, I find myself not regretting any moment.The more I try to pull out, the more I find myself falling deeper into his intricately crafted net that seems to be designed to get me trapped in his words.The door of the elevator slides open, indicating that I am already at the top floor where the Manager's office is.A man in an Italian suit
JASMINE'S POVA job offer in one of Nico's companies.Just before I was done with my shift and about to call it a day and go home, my phone beeps with a notification. I look down to see that it is an alert.I clamp a hand over my mouth, gasping softly. I stare at the five figures in shock. The manager really wasn't joking about my raise, but this is even way over a fifty percent increase. And is this what he means by an early payment before the end of the day?A chill runs through me when I remember that Nico is the one solely behind this. I can't help but wonder what the hell he is up to now.Isn't it clear? A voice in my head replies.The amount is more than enough to cover all my bills for the next couple of months and take care of Michael. Even if I didn’t let him see the child, Nico is still doing what he could to take care of us.Be smart, the manager's words echo in my head.I walk down the pedestrian way and exit the hotel.I take the public transport back as usual.Even when
Nico’s POV"What do you think she's going to say?" Fabio asks as he slips into the seat next to me.I shift a little, putting just enough distance between us on the large sofa. I don't even glance in his direction; instead, my eyes are focused on the window that overlooks the side of the room.We are on the highest floor in one of the lounges. A single flight of stairs leads up to the rooftop, but I have no intention of going there right now.This window gives me a great view of the driveway down below, and I can see clearly as Jasmine walks out of the hotel, seeming rather in a hurry.It takes all of my self-restraint not to let my intrusive thoughts win over; otherwise, I would have pulled out a pair of binoculars and gone full stalker mode on her.Unfortunately for me, before I can think of anything else, she disappears through the gates of the hotel."Well?" Fabio repeats next to me. It takes me a while to register that he's even there in the first place."What do you want?" I ask
Nico's POV"We are going to LA?" Fabio repeats. He and the rest of the men in the room are staring at me in utter shock.I shift uncomfortably in my seat. They just have to make it hard for all of us.Once again, we are all gathered in the penthouse for an impromptu meeting that arose after the call with my father."Yes," I say. "I'm pretty sure I was damn clear the first time."Someone is trying to sabotage and destabilize us. Until we find out who it is, we have to do our best to make sure the Ferrari family is safe.Silence falls over the room as they take it in. I have already briefed them on everything that happened, just as my father recounted to me.The case was actually quite simple.A group of motherfuckers decided to toy with us, but for some reason, they were too much of a coward to face us directly. So, they had this brilliant brainwave and decided to attack my father instead."Blade, what's the update?" I ask, turning to the blond, hefty guy in our group."All our cargo i
Jasmine POVIt is exactly 10:00 a.m. the next day when the plane touches down in Los Angeles. I take a deep breath, mentally preparing myself for what is going to happen next."The product is wonderful," someone says beside me. I look at the seat next to me. Isabella is sitting there, and Michael is between us. After telling her about everything the day before and leaving her to decide whether or not she was going to come with me to L.A., I have to admit that I’m rather relieved that she decided to come along after all. It will take a lot of time to finally settle down in the new city, and in the meantime, I need someone to look after Michael for me. It would be a lot of trouble if I had to take him around with me everywhere.“Indeed,” I say with a tight smile.Los Angeles is indeed a beautiful and big city—until you know all about it. I stand up along with the rest of the passengers on the plane, and there is a solemn progression as we disembark. "What now?" I ask myself."I’ve alrea
JASMINE'S POV—The receptionist stares between us in surprise and disbelief."But Mr. Chad, sir..." He raises a hand, shutting her up. "I don't expect to repeat myself, miss," he says with a slight smile on his face, but there is nothing humorous about his words. If anything, there is a subtle hint of a threat in his tone."R-right away, sir," the blonde lady stutters and turns her attention back to her laptop. She casts me one last worried look before typing away on the device and making arrangements.I, on the other hand, am still trying to process the new thoughts in my head and how Chad came to be right in front of me.I think I'm pretty damned screwed now, and I can't help but wonder if he remembers me at all.My heart races at the thought, and not necessarily in a good way."Right this way," Chad motions with his hand and starts walking in a direction. He glances back to see if I'm following.Still at a loss, I hurry after him.We make our way to the elevator and step inside.I
Nico’s POVThe plane touches down in Los Angeles at exactly a few minutes after 12:00 noon.I could only manage a brief nap before my eyes snap open again. I look beside me to glare at Fabio, who has just shaken me awake."We’re here," he announces, taking off his seatbelt and standing up. I roll my eyes. He just has to point out the obvious, as if I’m blind or something.The rest of the men climb down the plane. Blade and Mario follow behind, taking the luggage with them. They mostly contain arms and other weapons that we need."You guys go on and settle down at the mansion," I say to Fabio.He tilts his head to the side, leaning against the plane and looking at me with a curious expression. "And you?" he questions. "What are you up to?""None of your business," I’m tempted to say. I refrain, however, knowing I don’t have to be rude. After all, he’s only asking an honest question. I have to admit, most of the time he is a bit too curious for his own good."I’m going over to the compa
Nico's POVI stand a little way away from the manager's office, watching. My left hand is in my pocket as I observe, and with my free hand, I draw out my phone and check my schedule. I don't remember any partnership meeting with the board, I reason with a frown. Now I'm wondering what the hell Chad would be doing here.After a while, a secretary walks out, speaking to Jasmine. Chad walks towards them. I watch the two of them closely, my frown deepening as he steps closer to her.She seems to be vehemently against something as she tries to move away from him."What the fuck," I whisper under my breath. I feel a possessive tingling in my skin.I don't like the idea of him getting so close to what was mine. I never had a problem with the man before—hell, he was a good partner—but what the hell was he doing with Jasmine now?I can't hear what they are saying. She finally moves away from him and hurries down the hallway. She's walking so quickly that she doesn't even notice me hanging arou
Jasmine's POV I haven't seen Nico around since he left my office two weeks ago. I'm glad he's keeping his distance, just as I requested. I should feel good, right? Yes, I do, of course. Well, I don't really know how I feel right now.As for my work in the company, I still hear some comments when I pass by the hallway leading to my office. Most of the staff avoid me. I don't know if it's fear or something else. I really don't care.But surprisingly, while I was eating lunch in the cafeteria a week ago, a tall, slender lady walked up to my table."Hi, do you mind if I share your table?" she asked."No, I don't. Please sit," I replied."I see you're having my favorite right there, huh?" the lady said, gesturing to my food.I looked at my food. It was just a pickled ham sandwich and iced tea. "It's my favorite as well," I said.I wondered who this strange lady was. I didn't think I had seen her around."Don't give me that creepy look," she laughed.Shit, I thought it wasn't obvious."I'm
Nico's POV "Jasmine was on her way to the penthouse. How could she have gotten a hold of that place? Or did you tell her about it?", he asked."I haven't said anything about the penthouse to her""Okay, that settles it. So where did she get the information?"."I'm yet to ask her. I doubt she would even tell me". I adjust my neck tie. "Leave that to me then, but all of this couldn't have been a coincidence: going to the penthouse, traffic, a dark alley, a murder scene. It was a well-planned scheme to get her to witness that murder. And then again, the body could have been disposed of without Jasmine having to come across it. All mafia know how to do a clean job. No one wants to get involved with the police. So I suppose they weren't smart when they left the body there, making it look like a well-intended murder".That's a point I didn't consider. The job they did was messy. It should have been a very quiet one, not one to raise suspicions."Look into Richard. He was the one who drove
Nico's POVI stood by as I watched her car driving away. When I could no longer see her car, I returned my focus to Richard. I took slow, dangerous steps toward him. He moved back in fear. I'm sure the look on my face wasn't welcoming at all.What was it she said again? "Go get the recording from Richard.""Hand me the recording, Richard," I said."I'm sorry, sir. I should have—""Hand me the recording, Richard. I don't want to hear any of your apologies," I cut him off.He dipped his hand into his pocket, brought out a phone, and started tapping on it. I was getting impatient already, tapping my foot on the ground."Here, sir," he held out the phone, and voices started talking.So this was enough for Jasmine to believe I committed the murder? I laughed. I can't believe this."How did you get your hands on this, and how did this even happen?" I barked.He bowed his head."You have a minute to start talking, or you'll be gone."So Chad was murdered and dumped on the side of the road, a
Nico's PovI was already on the highway. It was pretty early, so there was no traffic, giving me a smooth ride. I was humming as I drove. I was excited. I’d be dropping Michael at school again today, and Jasmine had agreed to let me take care of him with her. "He's your son," she had said. A smile broke out on my lips.I arrived at my destination, drove into the driveway, parked my car, and stepped out. I knocked gently twice on the door and waited for Jasmine to unlock it. Someone was at the door. I readjusted my shirt, even though it already looked good. The door creaked open, and it wasn’t Jasmine. I was a little disappointed."Hi, Isabella.""Good morning, Nico. Please come in.""Thank you. What about Jasmine?" I asked as we moved past the hallway."She's not down yet. I'm sure she's getting ready," she replied."And Michael?""I was about to bring him down for breakfast. Give me a minute," she said, taking the stairs. "Please make yourself comfortable," she said over her shoulder
Nico's POVI just wanted to have some drinks with the guys. It's been quite a while since we gathered around to have some bottles of drinks.Is this the right time to drink? Fabio is at it again. There's an issue in the company, Marcus is acting up, and there are Carmilia's brothers too. He's nagging too much at this point. Don't you think you should settle down and clear your head? I'll set all that straight. What's the harm in having a little bit of fun? Come with me. I was already on my feet.The penthouse was designed for meetings with my gang members, so it's quite spacious. Most of them hang out here all the time, and it's safe as well. There are standby guards, maids, and chefs who do the cleaning and cooking. I arrived at the bar and sat on the first stool I saw there. It didn't take long for Fabio to throw himself next to me, frowning as though I stole his candy. I chuckled. He was uptight."Loosen up, Fabio. Nothing's gonna go wrong tonight," or so I thought.One of the guys
JASMINE'S POVThe sun's rays, trying hard to burst into the room, signified it was morning already. That was quick. I should shower and prepare so I can drop Michael off at school before heading to work.I chose to wear a black gown today. The color was a deep, rich black that seemed to absorb the light around it. It fell just above the knee, creating a modest yet stylish silhouette. The skirt was A-line, with a subtle flare that made movement easy.I sat to do a little bit of makeup, to cover any patches that could still be on my face. I applied my lip gloss before slipping into a pair of silver heels. They weren't too high to make me uncomfortable. Taking a final look at my reflection in the mirror, my hand traced the delicate, hand-beaded embroidery that adorned the neckline. It was beautiful.As I stepped out of my room, I wanted to check on Mike to see if Isabella was done getting him ready, but I stopped when I heard his laughter from downstairs. A smile appeared on my lips, but
Jasmine's POVI turned swiftly to see Isabella. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. "What the hell, why...why do you look this way? What happened? Are you hurt?" she bombarded me with questions."Keep it low, Bella. It's a complicated matter. I'll freshen up, then I'll explain everything to you. Where's Michael? I don't see him anywhere.""He's taking a nap," she replied."I should go now," I said, rushing into the bathroom as soon as I arrived in my room. I scrubbed my hands in the washbasin, applying as much soap as I could so the blood would come off. It did come off, but I couldn't erase the blood from my mind. This was Chad's blood. I kept scrubbing; I might even sustain an injury if I kept this up, but what could I do now? Chad was dead, and I felt responsible for it.My legs gave in as I sat on the ground, and tears started falling from my eyes on their own accord. "Nico went too far this time," I thought. "It's all becoming clear now. The rage in his eyes when he h
JASMINE'S POVThe traffic was taking longer than expected; the clock was ticking. What if I didn't get there in time to stop Nico? No, I couldn't let this happen. With each passing second, I felt my heart was about to explode. "Okay, I'm done playing cool, Richard. Please go ahead and take the shorter route. I promise to talk to Nico about it.""But, ma'am, he strictly warned me about this, and you might be in danger. I can't risk that.""Okay, fine. I'll play my last card. I think Nico is about to do something crazy, and if I don't get there in time, there'll be huge consequences. Just consider this an emergency. I tried to convince him."He released a sigh, finally giving in. "There's a road ahead. I'll just use it."I looked out of the car, and, truly, he was right. We just had to get past the traffic a little bit. Richard made a turn, and the road was free of other vehicles, but it looked a bit creepy. The only light was the one at the beginning of the road, and since then, we had
Chad's POV He doesn't reply to me immediately but instead passes across some coded message to the rest of the men, and they take their sweet time circling us, forming a tight barricade around the car. I clench my fist, knowing that this situation is one that I won't be able to get out of easily.What do you want from me? I say, trying for another approach."You're asking unnecessary questions, man," the masked man says in a gruff voice. He raises his weapon, pointing the gun directly at my head. Anything that makes him pull the trigger at this point leaves me completely dead. The reality is enough to bring shivers down my spine. I purse my lip, thinking desperately for any means of escape. What is happening? My mind keeps on turning up completely blank, and honestly, it leaves me very much frustrated. What do you want from me? I find myself asking at this point. All I'm doing is trying to get the conversation going and stall him for as long as I can while waiting not so patientl