Jasmine's POV My heart is beating at an alarming rate, and it's even more scary now that I don't know what he wants from me, and I can't even read the expression on his face since he looks back at me with those cold green eyes and an expressionless look.Although I can see a lot of darkness in them, it's almost like he has something to say. No, I'll rephrase that - he has a lot of things to say, but for some reason, he remains silent and his eyes keep on boring straight into my soul.I feel like he can look completely through me. I'm very uncomfortable, but I can't show that he's taking all of my willpower to even maintain eye contact with him, and finally, unable to take it anymore, my eyes drop from his gaze.He keeps me in that position with my hands locked above my head, as though wanting a sort of confirmation from me that I'm going to follow through and not kick up a fuss this time.Finally, I nod twice, assuring him that I'm going to follow him. Only then does he slowly let go
NICO'S POVThe truth is, I don't even know what to do at this point. I have a good mind to follow after Jasmine and take her up to the room myself, but I withhold myself. I can't let my emotions get the better of me like that. I know that there is a lot at stake here.First of all, I have to calm down, otherwise I'm not sure if I'll be able to control myself and speak to her immediately. So that is essentially why I let Fabio do all the work and stand there in front of the mansion like a fucking idiot, with my hands in my pockets and my legs crossed at the ankles, waiting for nothing exactly.Finally, Fabio shows up, striding towards me, taking his sweet time, and after what looks like an eternity, he finally stops in front of me, placing his hands casually into his pockets."I locked her in," he says, as I stand there completely stupefied."You what?" I repeat, unable to believe what I'm hearing. I can't believe that he would have the nerve to actually lock her in a room."You'll giv
Jasmine's POV Nico fucks me against the wall, and proceeded to repeat the whole process in several other positions. I would have considered it punishment for running away from him like that if I wasn't enjoying it a little too much myself.The activities went on throughout the night, and by the time I wake up the next morning, I'm well spent and feeling extremely tired. I try to move, but there's a stinging soreness between my legs.Letting out a soft groan, I manage to sit up. Looking around, I see that the sheets have already been cleaned out, and I'm in a different state than I was the day before. That only means one thing, that Nico took the liberty to give me a bath while I was sleeping, and lay me peacefully on the bed to rest.If I wasn't already so on my guard and suspicious of him, I would have thought it was a very sweet act. Okay, actually, I don't think it's very sweet of him.I roll to the side and sit up, watching as the rays of the sun tear through the window, casting
Jasmine's POVI feel my breath hitch the minute he asks that question. Suddenly, the car feels a bit hot, and I find it hard to breathe. Nico, of course, seems unaware of what to say next. His question is direct; I can't possibly pretend not to understand what he's talking about or try to sidestep. He’s put me in a difficult dilemma this time.But the question, even though I don’t want to answer it, filters unbidden into my mind as I consider all the possibilities. Do I really think we can be together? It’s a tough question. He should know all the obstacles between us—he has a wife, for Christ’s sake.What does she mean to him? Does she mean anything?Nico, perhaps sensing the conflicted look in my eyes, pulls over. I look away, startled by the sudden stop. Our car is parked on the side of the road, and he opens the door. Unsure of what he’s up to, I step out of the car as well.“Please, Jasmine,” he says, taking my hand and looking intently at me. His eyes don’t leave mine. Though I
Author's POV Meanwhile, when the two lovebirds were chilling out in a random mall, picking out things for Michael and literally enjoying a good time, halfway across the world in Los Angeles was Diego Ferrari.He stood firmly against the rays of the window as he overlooked the city. From this position in the mansion, he could see down to the city's expressway as cars sped past. However, even though his gaze lingered in the distance, his eyes were not focused there. He brushed his hand over his leather suit and shoved his hand into his pocket, a tight smirk forming on his face. One could easily tell that something was on his mind.The door of the room opened, and a guard stepped in, taking a bow. "Boss," he called, stiffly, careful not to overstep his boundaries. Gago was well known as a very temperamental man, quick to make conclusions and not one to spare any offender. Everyone, especially the workers in the mansion, was very careful to stay clear of his rage, which had been increasi
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
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
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 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