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
NICO POVFabio takes a deep breath, and for a moment, he doesn't say anything.My back is still to him. I'm trying to calm myself down. I don't usually have incidents of violent outburst. Normally, I'm well able to keep my emotions in check.But sometimes, even some certain groups of fuckers still manage to piss me off real good."I'm sorry," Fabio apologizes after a while."No, you're not," I cut him off and turn to face him.He has the lightest of smiles on his face. Somehow, I can't bring myself to remain angry at him for a long time."Just... don't do that ever again. You know what Jasmine means to me. I expect you to respect that," I say finally."Yeah, got it, boss," Fabio nods and extends his hand for a handshake.I glare at the outstretched hand long enough for him to take it back.He walks over to the table and leans against it, crossing his legs at the ankles. I wonder what the hell he's still doing in my office. After all, he came here to annoy the crap out of me."Shouldn'
NICO'S POV —Soon, the lights on Clifford bridge come into view. Fabio stops the car and parks under an oak tree at a good distance away. There's nothing in sight. Well, nothing that I can see from my spot over here. I don't even sight any of Marcus's henchmen around. "I can't stop you at this point, can I?" Fabio asks one more time.I give a chuckle and push open the car door. "Don't show up unless I call for backup," I instruct him. "Tell the men to lay low too. I'll find out what Marcus wants." Fabio rolls his eyes but nods in understanding anyway. I take extra care to make sure that my gun is in place before turning towards the bridge.The soft grass crunches under my boot, creating a faint rhythm that only I can hear. I hum softly, taking long strides forward. Jasmine's message replays in my mind, but I try to push it aside. She has no idea what I'm up to. And besides, out here was way better than going back to the mansion. I'm a man of action. Even if things don't end up
Nico POV—I let out a short laugh, amusing myself by the audacity of Marcus's proposal.He glances at me, but I really don't have the words to reply to him right now. For now, the whole matter is just so unheard of that it's actually amusing."Leave Los Angeles and New York for you?" I asked, taking a step closer to him. He subconsciously steps back. Yes, that's the way it should be. He's only a wannabe king of the streets. I don't care if he's the leader of the Lord of the Night. He has cowered at my wake."Why are you trying to chase me away?" I asked, my lips twisting into a sly grin.Marcus stands his ground. It is quite comical, actually. I can see the way he quivers slightly, the way he shows his tension. I know just the type of effect my presence has.Even though he faces me eyeball to eyeball and crosses his arms across his chest, I see the fear in his eyes. He tries to play it off, but it's only a pathetic attempt. I should give him a D for the efforts."If this is your passi
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