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,
Nico's POV I am right. Once I make my way out of the company and arrive outside at the driveways, Diego's car is gone. I walk straight to the chief of security. He stands up and salutes me as I approach, but I wave him off. I'm not ready to deal with the formalities. To tell the truth, I'm boiling with rage. I don't care if Diego is my father and the grand head of the mafia, but I'm fucking sick and tired of letting everyone else control me. I have a life of my own, for crying out loud, and I'm not some fucking machine that's going to do whatever they say just because it's for the good of the family. I have my own happiness to chase after. And I'm not going to sit there and watch as he pushes away that one person that makes me feel alive. Yeah, why didn't I tell him all that back when he was still in my office? I think to myself. Well, it's not like it would have changed anything, but it definitely would have made me feel a tad more satisfied than I do now. "Send me the security fo
JASMINE POVHe kisses me, and this time I don't pull back. A part of me wants to just melt into the kiss and accept the fact that I have lost this war. A part of me wants to give in completely but then, Diego's words echo in my head like a silent warning. A man like Diego would not hesitate to kill me if I as much as come in the way of whatever he's planning. It's alarming how much my body betrays me, responding to his every touch. But then I remember Michael. I need to keep him safe; he needs me, and I can't afford to risk my life like this.My eyes snap open, and I push Nico away. He steps back and looks at me, a mixture of confusion and frustration in his eyes. "I'm sorry, I can't," I mutter in a barely audible voice. "Jasmine..."I lower my gaze. I don't dare to meet his eyes as I brush past him quickly, backing up towards the staircase. I can't stand another minute in here. It is suffocating. Things are just too complicated. I have to get away from him; he's intoxicating, bea
Jasmine's POV Approximately half an hour later, Chad pulls up at the driveway and the doorbell rings. I've already managed to get into a presentable look: a short red gown that stops just above my knees and matching heels. I quickly tie my hair in a bun and apply the last bit of makeup, then I look at myself in the mirror one more time and confirm that I'm ready. I still feel a bit depressed over Nico, but if I want to at least make him believe that I was serious about what I said, then I have to act the part. I should not be the one broken when I'm the one who broke things off. I don't have to give him the satisfaction of seeing me weak.I have to appear strong even though I don't feel it. And that is pretty much the only reason why I gave in when Chad called. I'm in desperate need of company. I open the front door and he stands there wearing a blue suit, and there's even a little rose on it."Good morning," I say, keeping the atmosphere as casual as I can. He doesn't say anything
Jasmine's POV Look, now he doesn't look like he's willing to disclose any information. I give a light smile. "That's much," I say, rising to my feet. There's no reason to continue to pretend that we are having lunch together when the prospect of it is totally useless anyway."I divorced her," Chad's quiet voice speaks just as I'm about to turn away and walk off. I stop dead and turn to face him slowly. I really wasn't expecting him to say anything, but now that he's replied honestly, I'm a bit stunned and I don't know what to do.For a minute or two, we're silent. "We didn't last up to a year," he continues to speak."Why?" I cut him off. "So you're suddenly interested now, are you?"He sits back in the chair and tilts his head to one side with a bitter smile on his face.I roll my eyes, shrugging it off. "You're right. It's not like it changes anything.""No, I will tell you," Chad says. "Sit down. You might want to - it's a very long story," he adds.I raise an eyebrow at that. The
Nico's POV This time I don't even bother to go to the company. They can manage without me; hell, they can even go up to a year or two without me. After all, I'm only the CEO. The manager can handle the rest as long as my profits keep rolling in.And that is essentially why I'm at the base instead. It is around 8:00 in the morning. By now, I'm regretting waking up early in the first place. And I'm pretty much the only one in the penthouse. The door of my office clicks open and Fabio walks in. I turn around on my swivel chair to face him. Well, I guess I wasn't quite as alone as I thought. "What do you want?" I ask, slumping against the chair.He raises an eyebrow, but the fucker says nothing. Instead, he keeps walking until he's directly in front of me, and he draws out a spare chair and sits down, crossing his legs like he owned the fucking room. "Cooped up in your study all day, staring into space. Now that is a side of Nico that I haven't seen," he says, a smirk forming on his f
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