Nico's POVOnce she says the word, I feel my heart stop beating for a split second. We stare at each other. A part of me reminds me that I have to say something and melt the growing awkward air that is between us, but somehow it takes a longer time to process the new information than I imagined. What is wrong with me? I mean, I always knew that the kid was mine, didn't I? Right from the time I cast my eyes on him in her apartment in Little Italy, something clicked between the both of us. But even at that, as much as I wanted to be certain at that time, there was always an iota of doubt left to be cleared in my head. And now, hearing it from her own lips, that made it a thousand times more real.He was mine. The kid was mine. I didn't know what to think; a greater part of me is overjoyed, yes. And somehow I want to make Jasmine mine all over again, to make up for all the lost time. The heir of a powerful mafia definitely deserved special treatment, especially when the heir was mine.
NICO'S POV"Nico, for hell's sake..." Fabio trails off, shaking his head. His actions are expected as he grabs the bottle out of my hand a second time, but a faint gasp escapes me as he grabs me by the collar across the table, his eyes spitting fire. "Now listen here, I hope you considered the fact that you're open right now. No guards, no men, no cover, and you decide to drink your ass off. Jesus, what if you get fucking attacked? You have enemies and they're watching you!" I know it's bad when he's calling the holy word instead of a curse word. He's still glaring at me and slowly his words sink in. I realize he's right. LA isn't safe. The Lords of the Night are still on my trail and probably a good number of minor mafias that want to try their luck.But of course, I'm not going to just admit that he's right. I can hold up a good fight even in a drunk state. But getting drunk alone was probably not the best option. I got careless. "And to answer your question, I put a tracker o
Jasmine POV It's over, everything is completely over, and I am a complete fool for thinking that this could have ended differently in the first place. A part of me wants to break down into tears as I rush out of the restaurant. I grip my handbag tighter as though it would make the pain any better. I replay Nico's expression in my head over and over. The realization that I have been chasing after a dead end all along. I shouldn't have let him in. I knew it already, but instead, I decided to put myself out there and find out for myself. At the end, I'm nothing but a fling to him. Someone that he can use as he likes and then go back to the one he belongs to at the end of the day. A single tear slides down my cheek and I brush it away immediately. I'm not going to cry, not over him. With that thought, I manage to get myself together and pull out my phone. I call my driver quickly. I'm slightly relieved that Nico didn't try to go after me. If he did, then I might not be able to resist h
Jasmine POV "He's... he's not coming, baby," I say, my voice cracking a bit.Michael stares back at me for a while like he's trying to make sense of what I'm saying. He looks past me, then back at me with the same slightly puzzled look on his face. "He's not going to come?" he repeats in a questioning voice that makes my heart clench."Don't worry about him. How was your day with Isabella?" I say, trying to change the topic. I'm already getting uncomfortable, and it's a wonder that a 4-year-old can make me feel that way."Boring. I wish I could follow you to work one day," he says.He chatters on about the number of LEGOs and sand castles he built during the day as I carry him back towards the house. He immediately forgets about Nico, and I'm glad for that. I shake away the thought immediately.There is no way I'm going to let him grow up feeling unloved, feeling like his father didn't want him. It's still too early for Nico to come into his life right now, and I'm not even sure I w
Nico POV Another day at the company, Stella. There was absolutely nothing to look forward to this time. And funny thing is, by now I should have already gotten used to the boring life. Even after making my way down the hallway, my heavy boots echoing off the glass tiles, I feel my blood boiling up. My fingers twitch. I have a sudden thirst for something more. I need something else. Anything that will get me out of my head. I need some action around here.I shove my hands into my pockets and step into the lift. The staff and workers whisper to themselves as I pass, like I'm some fucking intriguing art exhibit they have to stare at and make comments about.But I'm used to the attention by now. I maintain my expressionless poker face and count the floors as the lift goes up. Why didn't I want to take the elevator, I wonder to myself. I pull out my phone and realize that I have a text from Fabio. I open it up immediately but am immediately disappointed.Fabio: Whatever you do, make su
Nico's POVI lean back in the seat and cross my legs as Annabeth scrambles out of the office. The next few minutes pass with me impatiently drumming my fingers on the table, waiting for Jasmine to arrive. I know that, even if she made it clear that she doesn't want anything to do with me, she can't avoid this. It’s a direct order from me. It's one of the few leverage points I have over her as her boss. I would rather she came of her own volition, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I'm going to make her listen to me, whether she likes it or not.I don't even pay attention to the files now on my desk, waiting to be sorted out. Where is the manager? Isn’t he the one supposed to be doing all this paperwork? I question myself. In truth, I’m just genuinely irritated by everything around me.The minutes pass by painfully as I sit there waiting. It’s so suffocating that, in a pool of frustration, I slide up my sleeve and check the time on my wristwatch. “Any minute from now,” I
Jasmine's POV I'm completely lost in my thoughts and working on the files on my desk when footsteps are heard in the office. Normally, I couldn't be less concerned. After the saga that happened in the company not quite long ago, I know that a lot of nosy staff are no doubt spreading news about how the CEO stood up for me and brought me back to the company. I've already made it clear to Nico that I won't appreciate any special treatment from him, especially in the company. We are going to act like a normal boss and employee. But even I know that it won't be that easy, and I'm not naive either. I know that the damage has already been done. People are already whispering about both of us. Well, they might not know about me yet, but from the conversation I unintentionally eavesdropped on, I know people are already speculating that the CEO is seeing someone. And that reality fucking scares me. It's my duty to make sure they won't be able to trace it back to me; otherwise, I would have t
Jasmine POVI sit in the car and stay as quiet as I can. As if being quiet would make it any better. I know that I’m in the predator’s domain, and basically in enemy territory, so my life is at stake. I know it will be very easy for a man like Diego Ferrari, and an even scarier version of Nico, to make someone he considers a threat or enemy disappear. The world will not hear of my name again, and no one will bat an eyelid. I can’t even dream of filing something like a lawsuit against these types of men. So I have to tread really carefully among them.I nearly kick myself. Why did I get involved with Nico to the extent that even his father would raise an eyebrow? How could I be so foolish to think that it would be all roses and lilies throughout? Now I’m definitely going to suffer for it. I’m still wondering what Diego wants, but for some reason, he still doesn’t say anything. Instead, he spends time on his phone. I feel like he’s erased me completely from his line of sight. I mean,
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
CHAD'S POV"It's not over yet," I tell myself as the car drives down the road. Now that I know for sure that I can't get Jasmine to myself, I dedicate my time to exposing Nico instead.It's not like I hate him, it's just that when it comes to Jasmine, I feel genuinely remorseful of my actions in the past, and I want to make sure she ends up with someone better than me at least. Nico, though well-dressed and handsome and all, didn't cut that aspect.I grit my teeth, my hands tightening by my sides. Luckily my driver doesn't take notes—or maybe he does—and he knows better than to talk unnecessarily or try to make up conversations.Fine, maybe I was a bit jealous of Nico, but that doesn't matter now. If I was to be completely honest, nothing much matters to me right now.I still have the car now driving down and arriving in the main road. There is only a tinge of satisfaction that I feel from seeing Nico's angry face. Now that will be a bonus that I will be sure to remember for a long ti
JASMINE'S POVAfter the episode with Chad, I don't know what to think anymore. Or more specifically, I choose not to think of anything. It's just too dangerous to let my thoughts move around unrestrained in my head after everything that happened.And I don't think that I've seen Nico so damn angry in my life. I shudder from the thought. I don't even need to evoke my senses to visualize his emerald green eyes spitting fire and the look on his face filled with pure rage.I can swear that he was ready to kill someone back there, and I can only imagine what would have happened if I wasn't there to stop him. I shake my head, chasing away the thought. I don't want to think that Nico has no self-control over the dangerous side of him.The car parks and I look up. "We are at the company, ma'am," Richard informs me. He steps down from the car and opens my side of the door for me. I give a nod. I was too preoccupied in my thoughts to even notice that we had long arrived back at the company.I s
NICO'S POV I watch her stumble back in shock, her eyes widening. She seems really surprised to see me.“What are you doing here?” she mutters, her voice shaking.I don’t give a direct answer but instead step inside the room and scan my eyes around the forum. Someone is there, sitting in the living room. I recognize his features immediately.The fucker, Chad, is here. But what the hell is he doing in the hallway? And why did she let him in?My eyes turn back to fall on Jasmine. There is a sense of fear in the air. I can guess that an argument has taken place here.“What are you doing here?” I speak directly to Chad.Chad stands up from the seat and stares back at me, his eyes defiant.“Well, I’m sure that I have my own freedom of speech and movement, Nico Ferrari,” he speaks, his voice full of malice.Like a glare, I glance through the corner of my eyes and see the way Jasmine is trembling. I’m sure that this motherfucker said something to her, and I don’t like him. His mere presence
Jasmine's POV The black sedan car was parked in front of my house, just a few feet away from the man who brings back unnecessary memories. I would want to tell the driver to slow down and say, "Look at it closely," praying against hope that it wasn't what it seemed to be.Finally, we stepped past it and came to park in the garage. I stepped out of the car immediately and searched around, however, to find this man leaning against the door of the house walls—none other than Chad himself.Hell no, why does he keep on appearing? I wonder to myself and walk up to him cautiously. I know that I have to be careful. I don't know what he wants.Frankly speaking, I've not been able to tell if he's appearing or not appearing at unpredictable timings. And not to talk of the way he behaved towards Nico—almost like he knew something I didn't.I shook my head. I'm not going to doubt Nico. Not now that I finally seem to be getting along and agreeing on something. He just has to step out of the way.P
Jasmine's POV Nico smiles lightly, but he doesn't tell you because he's going to disclose the information any moment soon. He stands up and kisses me lightly on the cheek. "I know, but you don't have to worry about it. I'm going to sort this all out in a couple of days." I know and understand that this is something that he has to do himself.In the meantime, I say equally, "That's enough. Since I'm already in the company, I might as well get to work."Nico looks like he is about to object, but I raise a hand, telling him, "I'm not going to just sit around and let you treat me like a princess."He smiles. "Are you sure you don't want that?"I roll my eyes and shake my head. "No, I would like to actually be useful and earn my position here."Nico sighs, knowing that he won't be able to convince me otherwise, since I have a pretty strong gut when it comes to finding my place. "I'll call you if I need anything."I nod and wave at him as I step out of the office. I appreciate the fact th
Nico's POV I look up and see my manager step into the office. He briefly graces us, me and Jasmine. His poker face faults us for a while, but he quickly masks it with another professional one. If he has his own reservations or questions, he doesn't ask any of them, but instead stands patiently by the door, waiting for me to acknowledge him. I raise an eyebrow at him, wondering what he wants with me now. I just barely stepped foot into the company, and personally speaking, I had hoped to spend some time with Jasmine in private. There's still a lot of things that she is yet to understand, and I want to make her do so to the best of my ability. However, of course, coming to the company, I could only have imagined that there would be work waiting for me. It's not like my manager could be here to see me go idle for more than half an hour. "I'll be right back," I whisper to Jasmine, and carefully remove my hand from hers. That also leaves me holding her in a tense grip. I regret it; ho
Jasmine's POVHe stares back at me without a change in expression. Suddenly, those deep green eyes that seem to read even my soul jump into the line of one beat. I find it hard to believe that I can ever do the case. I take it is worth trying to think of what to do. No one is ever prepared for this kind of situation, and what proves to come is what proves to remain.Finally, I take a deep breath. Even though I pretend that I don't know what's happening, and I'm entirely shocked by the way things are progressing, deep down, I seem to already know all the answers. I tend to question if I already decided to give him a chance, and don't want to go, then what's wrong with right now? That's the question that I ask myself."Well, he's your son," I point out quietly. "Of course you can't take care of him." He pulls me into a hug immediately. "Thank you," he breaks down on my shoulder. And only then do I realize that he has been holding his breath. It kind of makes me smile as well. Touching t
JASMINE'S POVIt's late in the night when I finally arrived back in Los Angeles. After bidding Nico goodbye and taking Michael with me to the apartment, I feel like I'm finally done for the day. It has been a very long one. First, I had to get Isabella and Michael ready for the information exercise. I still did not go here before, but all in all, I would say that they are much better than I thought. I feel a bit of relief now, even though I'm back in the enemy's lair. But for some reason, I do feel like Michael is actually here to take care of me this time. I feel if all they want is a second chance, then I might as well give it to him. After all, there's no harm in trying, right? Also, I thought I'm still on my guard, though.I think as I enter in the combination lock and turn back, watching as the bright red Ferrari zooms out of the compound, I try not to think too much about him as I push open the door. Isabella carries an already sleeping Michael inside the house. The house feels