NICO'S POV—She literally ran away. I let out a frustrated growl and stepped out of the room myself. I don't understand why she doesn't want to meet me. I left the rest of the group at the penthouse just to go after her, only for her to slip out of my grasp again.Not that I ever imagined I would see her again in the first place. Even if my inner wolf kept telling me that she was my mate and that I was supposed to go after her, I never quite had the chance to do that. And three years was enough for a man like me to conclude that some things are just not meant to be.But now, she is here again. Just maybe I would be spending a longer time in America this time."Where have you been?" Fabio asks in a whisper as I slip into the seat next to him.The men are staring at me, and I can feel their noses all up in my business as they silently demand some kind of explanation.I give them my best "fuck off" smile and pour myself a glass of martini."I went to take care of something," I whisper ba
JASMINE POV —I leave the dining table and take a deep breath to calm myself down. I have a deep feeling that something isn't right, a strong impending doom just around the corner. I curse myself for being paranoid. Ever since the encounters with Nico Ferrari, the indomitable king of America, Italy, and all the surrounding districts, I never really got over it. I quickly clear out the table. I'm the only one downstairs. I check on Michael really quick to make sure he's still quietly asleep in his nursery, and as I make my way to the kitchen, I pull out my phone and dial in a number. "Hey, Mrs. Smith," I greet my old neighbor the minute she picks up. "Jasmine, dearie, it's pretty damn early, don't you think?" Mrs. Smith greeted. I give her a half apology. She is a friend, and I usually left Michael with her whenever Isabella wasn't around. "The key is just under the flower vase," I inform her once more. "Oh, I know that, Honey. But what I didn't know was that you had visitors,
—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
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