Jasmine is a bad ass with an attitude. She's the daughter of the king of the French Mafia. She's forced to marry the scariest, sexiest, and youngest mafia king of the Italian mafia, Marco.
"Oh honey, keep up the attitude and I'll be forced to punis...
I was getting ready for the ball with Layla. I had did what Marco told me to and kept weapons on me at all times but thankfully I didn't have to use them. The only think i got from his mom was dirty looks and he got disappointing looks for her. After all the gifts were open and the kids left to go play she pulled us aside to talk.
---The talk they had--------
"Marco, I think you should end things." His mother said.
"End things?"Marco said in confusion.
"End it off with her," she looked over at me with a nasty look.l, " shes not right for you. And another mafia wants her so we should let them have her. She has put you in more harm than any of those girls you slept with. We can give her over to them and then they can become a mafia we run with." She put her arms on each of his shoulders and gave him a pleading look.
"What the hell, mom!" He pushed her hands off of him and backed away. "Shes not like those other girls and I love her and no way in hell will I give her up to some sad dick heads who cant get laid. You know what they would do to her? They would use her, not only sex but for her mind and for her skills, and then once they get everything they wanted from her they will kill her. They can go fuck themselves because no way in hell am I giving up her to them and I dont care if they won't lead with us. Because of her," he motioned to me," we have the French mafia on our side, they are fourth in line and we are first! We dont need them!" He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me upstairs.
-------back to the present--------
So the talk definitely didn't go well. I dont know what the point in trying to get rid of me when Marco has made it perfectly clear that he wasn't leaving me. I had a bad feeling about tonight, it couldn't be because every ball I went to ended badly. I got taken from my family the first one, second one my dad died and I got taken, and now there's this one. Now that I think about it each ball had its positives, I met Marco, and my dad died. So it's a win win. But tonight it felt like death was coming. I don't know how to explain it besides that I felt death coming my way but was it for me or for someone else?
"Jasmine?"
"Huh?"
"I have been calling you names for the last five minutes. What were you thinking about?" "Oh nothing. What did you need?"
"Can you zip up my dress?"
"Yes, princess Layla. It would be my honor." I said in a fake Australian accent.
"Thank you." She said shaking her head and rolling her eyes but still smiling. I got up from in front of the mirror and walked over to her. She stood at the floor length mirror with her arms crossed over her chest holding up the dress. I put on hand on her shoulder and used the other to zip up her dress.
(Layla's dress)
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