Love In The Mafia (book 1)

chapter 2

Jasmine's pov

I didn't even get a chance to walk in the door when I was met with my father yelling. He must have been yelling at my sister becaues he sent the second oldest, Destini, to her room. I didn't want to be yelled at so I just kinda ran up to my room to get ready.

There was a dress on my bed, it was in a bag so I didn't know what it looked like but i could see that it was a big dress. I kicked off my shoes and locked the door. I grabbed a new pair of underwear and a bra. And walked into my bathroom to take a shower and wash my hair. I didn't want to get out of the shower but i knew that if I didn't I would be beat. I stepped out of the shower and dried myself. I put on the clothes I brought into the bathroom with me and then put a robe on. I walked out of the bathroom and walked to the bed, in front of the dress. With a deep breath I unzipped the bag the dress was in. The dress was beautiful.

I slipped into the gown and zipped it up. I walked to my closet and grabbed a pair of clear heels. I looked behind me before walking to the back of my closet to where i keep my guns, ammunition, grenades, knifes, and other deadly weapons. Lifting up my big dress and putting on my thigh holster, I made sure my gun was loaded before sliding it in its spot. I didn't know what my father had planned so I also put three throwing knives in with the gun. I was well trained better than both my sisters, so i knew how to use everything i had.

Walking over to my mirror and jewelry box I grabbed a teardrop necklace and teardrops dangling earrings, putting them on I sighed. I was scared. My father had something evil planned, i could just feel it. I sat to do my makeup and hair. After every thing was done it was 7:30 and I looked amazing. My hair was curled to perfection and my makeup looked great. I walked out of my room and down the stairs.

I first spoted my father. He was wearing a tuxedo. I walked over to him he was on the phone so I just waited untill he was done. Who ever was on the phone was makeing him mad. He was yelling at the person on the other line. After yelling a couple of cuss words in French, he hung up and placed his phone in his pocket. Then without looking at me he walked over to the stand in the corner that had all the alcohol on it. He poured himself a drink and then leaned against the wall. With a long breath he started to speak.

"Jasmine, we will be leaving soon. Your sisters aren't coming with us tonight." I shook my head in understanding.

"Where will we be going father?"

"To get you married" he said while pouring another glass. I stared at him in shock.

"Wait What? M-married? To who?" I said stuttering. He looked at me with anger in his eyes.

"You will be getting married to Marco Giancarlo Bianchi. Now shut the hell up and go outside!" He yelled the last part. I nodded my head before going out the door.

The car was already there and I sited into it. After a few seconds my father did the same. He wreaked of whiskey. I knew that if i said anything I wouldnt survive. So i kept my mouth shut and stared out the window. I was going to marry the most dangerous man in the mafia. He killed his father and many others. People shook when they heard his name. He's known as the youngest mafia king. He is the Italian mafia and my father the kind of the French Mafia wanted me to marry him. Why? I'm only 18 and Marco was 20. Why would he want me anyways? I'm known around the mafia for killing and because I was the best at what I do.

I killed because my father made me, I never really wanted to kill. Even then i still trained every day and i was good. I wasn't only trained on killing but also in seducing men. My father had me seduce information out of people that he could use against them. I hated that even more than the killing. I felt like a whore even though i never did anything with them but still. Most were fearful of me, with only 19 years on this earth I was the most feared women. I didn't understand why the most feared man in the mafia wanted the most feared women in the mafia.

We started to pull up to a hotel. It was big and beautiful. There was a shit ton of people, all dressed in ball gowns and tuxedos. The car stopped and the driver got out and opened my door offering me his hand. I took it and stepped out of the car, my father right behind me. He leaned close to my ear and i could smell the Whiskey on his hot breath.

With a deadly voice he said " Dont mess this up Jasmine. I promise you that of you do you wont see tomorrow." With that he pulled away and started the walk up the stairs.

I followed right behind him. We were met by two men who opened the large doors for us. We stepped inside and walked over to a group of men. I could tell right away that one of the men were the leader of the Russian mafia. He stood tall just like my father. As the talked I stood there silently, and playing with my hands because of my nerves. I dont like to be in a room with many people but here i was in a room with the biggest and baddest mafia men. I hear the doors start to open, so i look over to see a man walk in. He was by himself and everyone was now looking at him. My father walked to the man and started to talk.

Barely a minute past and my father turned around to face me, he started to wave me over. My father still stood tall but the man was much taller. He had ocean blue eyes, a nice jawline, his hair was a brown color that had been slick back with only one piece that was in a swoop by his face and he had a nice tan. You could see that he had muscles through his coat. He didn't have a smile on his face. He looked angry at the world. The man took his hands out of his pockets and stuck it out to me offering me a hand shake. I took his hand, I stared up at his beautiful eyes. He looked like a Greek God. He had a perfect body.

"Hello, Miss?" He said.

"Her name is Jasmine." My father stated

"Can she not talk for herself?" He looked at my father with anger.

"Hello, I'm Jasmine." I said before anything could get out of hand.

"Hello Jasmine, my name is Marco." With that he bent down and places a small kiss on my hand that he still didn't let go of. I just kinda stared at him. This was Marco, the Marco. He looked at me in the eyes one more time before speaking. "Jasmine I'm sorry for cutting this short but we must be leaving now. Good bye sir." Before I could even protest Marco grabbed my arm and started to pull me away.

Marco was walking fast but before we left the very large doors, i looked back at my father who looked mad. Marco pulled me to his car and opened the door and motioned for me to go in. I stepped in and Marco did after me on the other side. He looked at me after getting into the driver side and then started to drive off.