Love In The Mafia (book 1)

chapter 3

Jasmine's pov

The ride to what I'm guessing is his home was silent, until we pulled up to a mansion. He pulled the car into the front and put it into park, turning the car off he looks at me. I look over at him and our eyes locked. He doesn't move his eyes has he starts to speak. "One of my men will take you up to your room, I'll met you there shortly." With that he steps out of the car and walks to my side and opens the door for me and offers his hand to help me get out. I take his hand and something strange happens, it felt like a shock or a warm tingle. After I'm full out of the car he closes the door and then steps forward with my hand in his. He opens the very large door and lets me step in and then himself before closing it and locking it. A man stands from the couch and walks over. Marco nods and the man starts to speak.

"Hello Miss Jasmine, my name is Carlo. May i show you to your room?"

"Yes please." Carlo nods and then starts to walk, I followed so I didn't get lost but I looked back at Marco and Marco smiles and then winks at me.

This house was huge. We go up a pair of stairs and then walked down a long hall. We finally get to a pair of double doors. Carlo opens the door and inside it was beautiful, it was black with hints of red. I walk in with my mouth open wide.

Thats when Carlo decided this was the best time to speak. "Might want to close that mouth or something might get inside of it" he said smirking. My mouth instantly went close. I couldn't believe he just said that.

"Well Carlo, talk to me like that again I'll cut off your dick and feed it to the fish." I faked a smile.

"Wow. Just wow. Damn girl your feisty and your repetition definitely fits you. I think I'm gonna like you here." He said still smirking.

I rolled my eyes at him and started to look around. I reached the closet doors and opened them. Thats went I realized that I was gonna share this room with someone, one side of the closet was empty and the other was full of men's clothes and shoes. I walk out of the walk in closet and walk over to Carlo who was still standing at thw door.

"Who the hell am I staying with?" I spoke with anger in my voice.

"The one and only Marco Giancarlo Bianchi." He looked happy at his answer.

"No! Find me a new room or something!" I was getting more and more mad.

"Well hon, there isn't any, unless you want to sleep with me? But I'm sure if you take me up on my deal you wont be sleeping much." Now he was smiling. Hes fucking gross.

"There's no where else I can sleep?"

"Well yeah but I'm sure the other men will be a little too happy about it." He must be enjoying this.

"putain de salaud" he looked at me with a curious face, I smiled with knowing he didn't understand my French. I took a deep breath and then let it out slowly "Fine I'll stay here."

"Good because you really didnt have a choice." He smiled at his words. I rolled my eyes at him once more before sitting on the bed. He sat next me.

(Fucking bastard)
I sighed before I started to speak.

"Carlo I dont have shit to wear to sleep in."

"Okay that's my problem how?"

"I need something to wear to bed."

"Fine. Fine. Just stop yelling theres people sleeping in this house." I smiled at his words knowing that I won. He got up and walked out.

He came back a couple minutes later with a pair of sleeping shorts and a long and big t-shirt. He handed them to me and then left but not without saying good night, I said it back and headed to the bathroom. I did my business and then got dressed into the clothes.

I step out to see Marco on the bed with nothing on besides his joggers. I looked him up and down as he did the same to me. I walked over to the bed and lifted the covers and then stepped inside of them. Marco watched me carefully. I laid on my back looking up at the ceiling and Marco was on his side still watching me.

He got up and then got into the covers too. His movements made me look over at him. He laid on his stomach, with his hands under the pillow, and he was still facing me. After what felt like an hour of silence, he started to talk.
"How did you get those on your legs?" He was talking about my cuts, bruises, and scars that I had spread out over my legs.

"Training." I said simply. He didn't look convicted. They actually came from training and my father beating me but he didn't need to know that.

I rolled over to my side and said good night to Marco before letting my mind take over and falling into a deep sleep. I didn't need to fall for Marco hes the biggest player. He probably has slept with mpre girls than he has actually dated them. Marco is the bad guy. If only I actually believe that. I have this feeling that I cant explain, its new and it started has soon as I met Marco.

My dream started off like the rest of them, It's a dream of my past. This one was about when I was 10 and my father was beating me. I missed the bus for school and I had to have one of my father's drivers to take me. The driver must have told my father about me missing the bus because as soon as I got home that night he didn't even let me go up into my room.

He took me straight into the basement into one of the rooms where we keep the prisoners, and he started to beat me. He didn't stop until I was so close to death that he had to call a doctor in. I was so scared and I called out for help, of course no one came to save me. I knew that the could hear me, I scream and screamed untill I could and my mouth filled with blood for my father's beating.

I stayed in that room for what felt like days. I had a beating each day for one small mistake, while in that room. I missed a whole week of school and I went back with bruises up and down my body, I tried to hide them and put make up on them but nothing could cover the dark purples and blues. I had to tell my friend that it was because of me going skating for the first time, of course she believed me because I did all kinds of dangerous things, I was the dare devil of the group. This dream repeated in my head for the whole night, they always do.

I wake up with someone's hand on my shoulder shaking me to wake me.

"Jasmine!"Jasmine! Wake the hell up."
I turn over to see who's waking me. I see Marco with a worried face. Hes hand drops from my shoulder, I wish he didn't move his hand because it was warm. I stared at him with confusion written all over my face.

"What the hell Marco?" I said lowly because I didn't want to wake anyone.

"You were shaking and yelling in your sleep Jasmine." He still stared at me with worry on his face.

"Shit. Um-umm sorry I didn't mean to wake you." I looked away from him I didnt want him to see my embarrassment. I looked over at the clock on the nightstand to see it read 3:34 am.

"What were you dreaming about?" He said still looking at me.

"Ummmm. N-nothing." I said not wanting to tell him.

"Are you okay Jasmine? What happened?" He said while grabbing my face. If this wasnt the most dangerous man i would have slapped him for even touching me but I didn't want to die in my sleep so i did.

"Yes I'm fine. Can I just go back to bed?" He sighed and let go of my face. I turned back to my side and got comfortable again. Thats when Marco put his large arm over me and snuggled against my back. He lifted his head and whispered in my ear,

"Good night, Gelsomino." He sounded so sexy speaking Italian, I had no clue what he actually said but i think it was my name in Italian. With that laat thought I fell into another deep sleep.
(Jasmine)