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 POVAs I hurry down the corridor, just barely avoiding Chad, I think I see a faint shadow of a man in the distance. The scent of citrus and sandalwood fills the air, but I ignore it. I'm too focused on trying to get away from Chad and the rest of my past to actually notice anything else.I can finally breathe in relief once I make my way out of the company itself. The driveway isn't empty; there are a lot of cars there, but I bypass them all. My phone beeps. I quickly reach into my bag and pull it out. I see that there is an email from the manager of the company."You got the job," it read. "Work starts 7:00 a.m. tomorrow."I stand there for a while, just doing nothing. I'm torn between being overly joyful about the fact that I finally have a job that's going to pay way more than the hotel ever did and will be less stressful. But then on the other hand, I just found out that Chad Travis works there too. I don't even care to know his status, but it's already turning into more
Nico's POVNow I had two options. To play oblivious and speak like I was only just knowing about her movements and being all smug about the fact that she took up my offer after all and traveled on a plane to LA. It was either I do that or pick up my phone and call her and demand to know who the fuck the other guy was.But that's the problem. I'm not sure that I'll be able to control myself then and it won't be a matter of seconds before I completely lose it and show up at the hotel myself. Yes, I already know where it is.I find the goodness in what I was going to do for us, but I still regret the fact that I didn't claim her as mine.And so to spare us both that reality, I decided to go on with the first line of action instead.I was already in a bad mood to begin with. All I wanted from her was to hear her voice; maybe that would make me feel better."Hello baby girl," I say. I easily slip the phone from one side of my face to the other side as I lay down on the swivel chair and fol
JASMINE'S POVThe next day.As I walk out of the hotel, a car is already parked, waiting for me. It has my initials customized on it, so it's impossible to miss. I take a deep breath.Turns out the manager wasn't kidding when he mentioned the house and cars that came with the job.As I come closer to the car, the windows wind down to reveal a blonde man in a black tuxedo suit and white long-sleeve top. He looks extra corporate, and I even notice a badge on his suit with the Ferrari corporation logo on it.At least now I know this wasn't a kidnapping, at least."Miss Jasmine Taylor?" he asks without looking in my direction. He pulls down his dark shades the slightest bit and tilts his head toward me.I give a nod. "That's me," I confirm.He reaches out and pushes the passenger seat door open.I clutch my bag close to me and step into the car.He gives a nod, and in a matter of seconds, he sets the car into motion."What a rather convenient life," I muse to myself. I can get used to it,
NICO POV—I put down the telephone that is on the table in my office and lean back in my chair, waiting for the magic to happen.I didn't plan to show up in the company today also, but it seems now to me that there would be a lot more fun here for now.And besides, I think as I glance at the schedule that my assistant handed to me.I have a meeting with the management board, and it's not even more than half an hour from now.I really don't care about that, but since I just happened to be here, I might as well grace them with my presence every once in a blue moon.Okay, the main reason was because I know that Chad is most likely to show up there in the meeting, and even though I'm not usually interested in any of my partners, he successfully caught my attention after getting closer than six feet to Jasmine.I tune him out of my mind and glance at the numerous cameras that are displayed on the screen of my laptop.I reach out and effortlessly navigate through the controls and zoom in to
JASMINE POV—Nico walks out of his office, leaving me there with a mixture of confusion and desire. I quickly get down from the table just in case any other person is about to walk into the room."Screw him," I curse under my breath. Somehow, he always manages to have his way all the damn time, and it is really starting to piss me off. But no, the real thing that pisses me off is the fact that no matter how hard I try, no matter how hard I act like I don't want him, that I want none of what he's offering, the more I seem to gravitate towards him and find him harder and harder to resist. And the scariest part is that he knows that too. Maybe even figured it out right from the onset. I take a deep breath and turn to the glass windows that are at the side of the room. His desk is not arranged and half of the files are on the floor. My ears turn pink, the little pieces of evidence nothing but a clear reminder of just what was happening a few moments ago. I tear my eyes away from th
Nico's POVAll my excitement fades into thin air as I step into the large hall.My personal assistant walks in behind me, holding a set of files under one arm.My mind isn’t here at all; it still feels like I’m back in my office. A part of me wonders if Jasmine would still be there."You're late, Clifford," the spokesman of the board says. I look up to see the huge man in a gray suit and black tie. He leans back in his chair at the head of the round table and taps his smartwatch as if trying to prove a point.I roll my eyes with a shrug, walking deeper into the hall."Do you have a problem?" My voice rings out, holding a mixture of indifference and challenge as I stride toward the table.All the partners are already there. A few of them I recognize from previous meetings and events I was forced to attend. Then there are the ones I have to keep an eye on, always ready to pull out my gun and go full mafia mode if necessary. Like Chad, for instance.I pull out a chair and slip into it.M
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