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,
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