—NICO'S POV—Shadows of the past converge, A tiny figure, a familiar surge.I scroll through the files on my desk, but I can't concentrate.Those innocent green eyes stare back at me wherever I go. It's impossible.A little kid, barely more than a baby, maybe a couple of years old. As someone who grew up facing the heartless side of humanity from the onset, I never bore any sentiment toward kids. But it's different."Leave me and my son alone," Jasmine's desperate cry fills my ears, even though it has been a whole half-hour since I drove away from her little apartment and back to the hotel.Her son...Could it be...My grip on the pen in my hand tightens so much that I'm about to snap it in two.A lot can happen in three years, a voice in my head says to me.Back in Jasmine's apartment, I was barely able to control myself. But that kid... I pause, swallowing hard.Why did the thought scare the crap out of me? I have faced off against rival mafias and conquered the whole of Italy, ma
Jasmine's POVI am still shaking long after the door bangs shut and I hear Nico's car speeding away from the driveway.Finally, after what seems like eternity, I manage to get out of my daze."Mommy?" Michael's voice cuts through my thoughts. I turn to his direction immediately."Oh, I'm so sorry for that, baby. It must have given you a fright," I say, rushing to his side immediately and hugging him close to me."Who's that?" He whines as he pushes me away. The small frown on his baby face breaks my heart.I realize that I might have traumatized him for life. What was a 3-year-old supposed to do after seeing such a scene and being unable to make sense of it?"Don't worry, honey. He won't come here again," I reply, then repeat it a few more times as though it was going to solidify my stance. Maybe saying it long enough would make it real. I definitely did hope that Nico wouldn't show face here again.An alarm goes off in the distance, and I quickly reach for my phone in my back pocket
Nico POV I arrive at the clearing more than an hour early. My first thought is to scout around the place and make sure that this isn't a trap, but the noise around the cabin area stops me. Garfield Bay, in Little Italy, New York. A whole goddamn half an hour drive from the main city. My first conclusion was to ignore the message and enjoy another not-so-glorious night in the hotel but alas, my bored ass already knows that I'm a sucker for suspense. Waiting this long is already killing me. If my suspicions are correct, of which they are ninety-nine percent of the time, then I am facing off against Robert Hunter, another one of the leaders of a rival mafia pack. But that isn't the only thing about him. He's twice my age and so without a doubt way more established than I am. And we are enemies. I park my car and step out of it. The only thing that can be heard is the sound of the waves against the rocks. I close the door of the car, still not believing that I did exactly what he s
Jasmine's POV—"Sorry, did I scare you, baby girl?" he asks, casually hiding his gun in his pocket like I’m supposed to forget that it was there just a moment ago.I don’t even realize I’m stepping back from him until he takes a step forward himself. There is a dark look in his serpent-green eyes. Something is definitely wrong with him this time."Don't come near me!" I shriek before I can stop myself.He’s covered in blood, and he had a gun in his hand a second ago. I don’t even want to know whose blood it is.He should be behind bars. Everything about him is literally screaming *dangerous.*"You know," Nico starts saying something as he continues to walk toward me.He stops midway and winces in pain."Fuck," Nico curses and staggers back, holding his left arm. He leans against the counter for support.I momentarily forget about the warning signals in my head and that I’m supposed to stay far away from him, and I instantly run to his side."What happened to you?" I ask, gently pullin
JASMINE POV —"Do you want me to call the doctor?" I ask after a while, trying to change the subject and dissuade the heavy tension that is in the air.Nico jerks his head suddenly in my direction. His eyes soften the slightest bit and he shakes his head, running his fingers through his hair."That won't be necessary. You can go now," he dismisses me.I can't help but think that his mind is rather preoccupied with something. But Nico never struck me as the type to get lost in his thoughts.Well, why wouldn't he be? After what just happened, that was enough reason for someone to get lost in thoughts. Did he regret it? Suddenly my mind was overrun by a lot of thoughts."On second thought, you could stay if you want to," Nico's words cut through my thoughts.This time, I jolt up to my feet."I... I'll be on my way," I stutter and walk over to the doorway without another thought."Aw, what a killjoy," he remarks behind me in a playful voice. There is a disappointing edge to his voice that
Nico POV Camila walks into the room. I look up from the table. I just wrapping the last bandage around the wound. It should stop bleeding by now, but for some reason, I still wasn't satisfied. I had to admit that Jasmine had been pretty bold back then, but what scared me was that I enjoyed every bit of it. And then she just had to return to the innocent little girl that was frightened of me. That was the part that I don't like."What do you want?" I ask.Camila doesn't respond. Instead, she walks over to me and gives me a questioning look, tilting her head to one side. Once again, she's beautifully dressed in a pale blue satin dress that stops a little way down her knees and frames her curves perfectly. Once again, she's complete elegance and grace. The perfect picture, the goddamn perfect wife. Once again, I don't feel any hint of attraction to her. Not the slightest bit of desire. And I don't even hate myself for it. It is like I've always known that my heart is already sealed
Nico's POVI went into the bathroom to freshen up, then came out and picked up my wristwatch before grabbing a few things.It was dark by the time I got out of the hotel. It didn't take me long to walk to the car, and then I drove down to the penthouse.The penthouse is one of the many structures that I have here in Little Italy, along with 13 mansions and two companies. For some reason, the penthouse is more comfortable for us to hang out in anytime we come to the city.My sports car slid in through the metal gates, which automatically parted for me to pass, and I parked it at the corner. There were already two cars parked to the side. I was going to guess that they belonged to my men and the escorts.I braced myself for the meeting that was to come and then finally kicked open the car door and stepped out. I approached the doorway, knowing full well that Fabio would definitely question me for being late. Ignoring that, I entered the penthouse, realizing that I was already late."Jus
Jasmine POVEven two days after speaking with Aurora, I can’t help but wonder if her boss is telling the truth.A voice in my head tells me to stay clear of Nico’s business. I’m already in a lot of trouble as it is, and I wouldn’t mind if everything else calmed down when it comes to me.So what if there’s no real love between him and his wife, Camila? That doesn’t give me the right to step in and make things complicated.I know that I’m right. I really have no desire to be somebody’s second woman.I smile up at a person as he enters the hotel, and I hand him his room number after he books a room.I have my alarm set for later in the afternoon, and I have to go back to my apartment soon.Isabella is still at her mother’s place, and Miss Smith is going to be leaving soon, so I have to leave work early today.I sigh. Even if I don’t have much time left to spend here, I can still feel my thoughts running up and down in a thick forest.It’s like I’m doing my work, but my actions are comple
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