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
Jasmine's POVNico doesn't text me back. I stay up all night wondering what to make of it. I hate the fact that I'm staring at my phone waiting for a notification that's probably from him. It shows clearly there that he read it, but for some reason he doesn't text back. I mean, why should he now that he has no reason to?I wonder. Waiting myself is a bit painful, but that has become the reality of the situation. There is a knock at the door and I'm snapped out of my pitiful state."Come in," I say, knowing that at this point it didn't even matter who came in or not, and there was no use to dress up. The door opens and Isabella steps inside."Are you okay, miss?" she asks, a concerned look on her face. A part of me feels guilty for making her worry over nothing like this. I'm just being a very deadbeat person, wallowing in my self-pity."I'm fine, Isabella," I say, managing a little smile even though I don't feel like it at all at the moment. I turn around to face her. She walks into t
Jasmine POV Somehow I make it past the day. And did I mention that it is a perfect beast? After speaking with Isabella, even though I didn't feel much of an insight and was still pretty much where I started off at, I also realized that the only thing more important to me than making up my mind was doing whatever I have to do fast. And at the end of the day, after being in my head for so long, I finally came to the conclusion that if it all boiled down to Nico versus me, I would make sure that I came out victorious. And I didn't have to leave Los Angeles for my own selfish interests since I was technically still doing it for my own safety and to make sure that Michael had a clear future ahead of him.That happens to be pretty much all I need to make my decision. "We leave Los Angeles before the end of the week," I say to Isabella later on at dinner. She looks up at me but simply nods, not saying anything or questioning my motives any further. The only person that doesn't seem to
Jasmine's POV Michael stays silent for a while, and the only thing that can be heard in the room is the occasional drop of water dripping into the sink that comes from the other side of the room, precisely from the kitchen.Which leads me to think that someone didn't secure the tap well enough. I make a mental note to myself to go and check it later, but for now, the fact that Michael has gone silent is of utmost importance to me. Who would have thought that my mind would be in such chaos just because my 4-year-old decided to keep silent? "What's going on in your mind?" I finally ask him, unable to bear it anymore.Michael shakes his head and looks up at me with a soft smile, then pulls back from me a little. "Nothing much," he mutters. "Can you hand me your phone for a while?" he asks with a cute smile, already opening his little hand like he expects me to do it at once.I raise an eyebrow. I'll be damned if I say that I am not in the least curious as to what he's up to."Well, w
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