JASMINE'S POV
The snickering behind me gets pretty uncomfortable and disturbing. I glance subtly at the two American blondes who have their hands clamped over their mouths. What's their problem? And how can they be so childish in such a serious situation?
Right now, we're being addressed by one of the managers of the hotel we work in. And maybe his deep Italian accent is a bit too rough to the ears, I still don't think it's nice to laugh at him the way the girls are doing.
It's a very stupid and gutsy thing to do, considering the fact that they'll be fired instantly if he catches them.
I maintain a straight face, listening to his every word. He's talking about a huge party that will be held in the grand hall in an hour. There will be important guests, including Nico Ferrari, the rumored owner of the hotel and the man who typically runs the city.
"OMG, Nico will be here?" One of the girls gasps. And this time, I share in their surprise.
It is shocking news. I've been here three years and he's never visited, regardless of being the owner of the hotel.
But I've heard enough rumors of his ruthlessness and his fierce rage. Also how he has more cash than most of the richest men you can think of in the world.
He has a lot of hotels, restaurants, companies and casinos to his name. Not sure what business he's really into but some say it's not very legal. He's also an Alpha. Of one of the biggest Packs in Italy.
I've heard a lot. And I've wondered most times what such a man will look like. What's gonna be a fitting facial feature for a man with so much power? I've thought about that a lot. It's kinda thrilling to know I'll finally get to see him.
My phone starts vibrating in my pockets and I'm itchy to take the call. It could be from home. Could Michael be feeling sick? My heart went to my three years old.
"I understand you all have high positions you work in. But for today, in that party, you will all work as waitresses…" the man addresses.
He says a few more words and it's a bit crazy that I have to leave my receptionist post and be a waitress for tonight. But sure, anything to keep my job.
He warns about misconduct and threatens to fire anyone who creates any kinda scene.
"You're dismissed." He finally says and strides off. Our little group disperses until it's just me standing in the hallway.
I quickly take out my phone and check to see who called. It's Isabel, my Nanny. Quickly, I call her back.
She picks up on the second ring. "Hello, Ma'am."
"Isabel, is there something wrong? Is Michael sick?"
"Oh, no, Ma'am. He's fine. And also asleep."
My heart settles instantly. I'm too much of a panicky mother. And that's because my son has grown to be the center of my existence.
His lovely Italian and American features are all the answers I need to know he belongs to Michelangelo, the hot stranger from my one night stand.
But he also got a bit of my looks, making him the prettiest three years old out there.
"What happened then?" I ask, glancing left to right.
"I just wanted to know if you'll be back tonight. My Mum called. She's not feeling too well. I wanna go see her."
"Uh," I glance at my wristwatch. Not sure when the party will end but I'll try to be home early. "No problem. I'll be home tonight. Really sorry about your Mum."
"Thank you, Ma'am. Have a goodnight."
"You too, Isabel. Give Michael a goodnight kiss for me." I say and then we hang up.
Three Italian men dressed in a very typical black Italian suit strides past me, engaged in serious conversation. My guess is that they're here for the party.
Staring at them reminds me of Michelangelo. Sometimes, I wonder what it's gonna feel like running into him. In a city filled with men who have his kind of aura. I wonder if I'll ever be lucky enough to see him again. And if I do, will I be strong enough to tell him our night together birthed something so ethereal? It's been three years tho. I doubt meeting him will ever happen.
Two hours later, the party is in full swing. I'm carrying another full tray of champagne glasses going through the guests and serving them.
"Come, Jasmine," My boss grabs my arm softly. "You need to serve the main guests."
"Sure, Sir." I follow him to a small group of people. Just getting close to them fills me with goosebumps. They seem so high class in a very dominating and terrifying way.
My eyes stick to the tallest of the group. A man, dressed in black suit, hair sleek and in a bun. His back faces me and they are so wickedly broad. His muscles are straining against the fabric covering them. His hands are covered in black gloves and his side profile shows a bit of stubble. Neatly carved stubbles.
His rich Italian voice sounds pretty mesmerizing, jogging up memories.
"This is my wife," he says in English to two older men, pointing at the woman beside him. His American accent is rather too neat. Like he can do both accents so casually accurate. Who is he?
"That's Nico Ferrari. Try not to act stupidly and just serve the drinks." My boss fills me in as we get to them.
I nod, half panicking. He's married? I didn't get that from the rumors. And why does he have so much striking resemblance to Michelangelo?
No time to sort my thoughts out as I'm already in front of them. I keep my head down as I offer the tray, so they can grab the glasses.
My boss says something in Italian and they all laugh. I dare to glance up, just the same time as the gloved hand reaches for a glass.
Stupid curiosity gets me looking at his face and holy shit! Terror. Panic. You name it, rushes in as I go pale. I gasp, losing my hold on the tray and it goes crashing on the floor. Oh, goddess!
"Are you mad?!" My boss yells. But I'm still stuck, staring at him. Michelangelo. No….no…Nico Ferrari. Oh goddess. I slept with…Nico Ferrari?!!
He's staring back. More intently. Eyes dark and piercing. Viciously stealing my breath.
I quickly drop to the floor as I regain a bit of my senses. I pick a few of the glass shards with my shaky fingers.
"Get away from those shards. You'll hurt yourself." He orders. Just as commanding as he sounded when he got rid of that man that grabbed me that night.
I don't listen and keep picking them. Then I wince as it slits my thumb, letting out a bit of blood.
"I said, leave them!" He grunts, pulling me up and away from the mess. His hold on my hand is too tight and filled with anger. "Leave them. Don't fucking get hurt."
His eyes are burning now. Increases my panicky state. What's he so angry about? Why's he holding me this way in front of his wife? What does he care if I get hurt or not? How the hell is he Nico Ferrari? Why did he give me a fake name? A million questions rake my head.
I wiggle my hand to free from his hold. He doesn't let go. I struggle even harder, needing to get away from all the stares I'm getting. He lets go of me and I run off. Straight into the elevator. Going to the room I share with a coworker when we have to spend the night here.
I get to the room, kicking off my shoes and going to sit on the bed. My heart is pounding at a deafening pace. I'm shaky as fuck. Disoriented. Confused. Scared. Excited. Scared again. It's a lot of heavy emotions in a crazy mix.
Lone tears roll down my eyes. But I wipe them at the knock on the door. Could be room service. Or the coworker. I don't know. I just hurry over to open it.
My eyes dilate at the sight of Michelangelo standing right outside my door.
His legs are apart. Hands in pocket. A complete villian with a breathtakingly handsome face. His lips tilt in a smile, causing his rugged face to squeeze slightly.
"Good to see you again, baby girl." Voice still as deep and husky.
Jasmine's POV"Good to see you again, baby girl."I stare back at Michelangelo as he stands imposingly in the doorway.His faint Italian accent strikes a chord in me, adding to the air of superiority around him, and I can't even look away.My mind tells me to slam the door in his face and get the hell away from this place, but even if I wanted to do just that, I couldn't find the strength to move. It was like I was in the presence of a god, and good lord, it wasn't just any god.He takes a step closer to me, and I find myself stepping back instinctively. Now, I'm only vaguely aware of the fact that I am slowly being cornered against the wall."Well, I never imagined our reunion to be like this," he continues and chuckles a little.He places his hand on either side of the wall, trapping me under him, and licks his lips with a grin.I find myself unable to look away.What happened to the tears and heavy emotions just a while ago? Everything seems to have frozen in time because of the ma
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