Jasmine De Leon, 22, heir to the Spanish mafia , a cold-hearted ruthless assassin, who's trying to keep her past hidden.
Vincenzo Salvatore, 24, heir to the Italian mafia, a heartless, arrogant don, who's trying to escape his twisted mind.
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Three years later...
I keep my eyes on the target board that was pinned against the wall 6ft away from me, I shut one eye to let my other focus, I adjusted the magnifier on my rifle, I gently pull the trigger, and the bullet pierced the board dead centre, I have to say I wasn't surprised I never miss either way I still do the practising. When I'm not on missions or in meetings, I'm either in the weapons room trying out new gadgets or getting up to no good with Sebastian or my youngest sister Isabella.
Sebastian was born around the same time as me, we have been best friends since birth, we're practically inseparable, his parents tragically died when he was only five years old, and ever since he's been living with us, He's the brother that I never had. We do most of our missions together, he's the more technological person, but I do most of the fighting.
I love my younger sister Isabella as if she's my daughter, she's only 7 and I'm 21, but still, I practically raised her. I like to say she's the most beautiful out of us three sisters, but our other sister Aurora hates it when I say that, but it's the truth. Arora is literally the least favourite person in our familia, and when I say I hate her, I mean it! She hasn't done one good thing for this family, and I'm pretty sure she's adopted. She always manages a way to ruin our reputation, she's always travelling across the world with a different man every month. I guess it's a good thing if it means we don't have to see her ratchet face around the house.
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After I finished my target practice, I headed to my room and headed to the shower. As I turned the shower on, I closed my eyes and let the warm water caress my skin, I then took my sponge and lathered it with soap and cleaned my body. After a while, I put a towel around my body and headed to my closet. It's hard not to find something to wear when the shelves and drawers are stocked with designer clothes of every colour. I took out a pair of blue baggy jeans and a white crop top, I then dried my hair and brushed and left it out, besides I was only going down for breakfast. Before leaving my room, I looked at myself in the mirror, I could see the scars scattered across my stomach, I tried my best to hide them with makeup, but I didn't look right, I didn't hesitate to change into a black oversized t-shirt.
I headed down to the dining room, the table was full of different types of pastries, fruits and juices. I said good morning to the maids, as they brought me a cup of coffee.
"Buenos días mi princesa." My dad said. He was dressed in a navy blue suit, and his beard and hair was perfectly trimmed, he doesn't usually wear a full suit to breakfast, I had a feeling he had something serious to tell us(good morning, my princess)
"Buenos días papá." I replied smiling. My dad sat at the head of the table. (good morning dad)
"Where's Isabella? She usually comes down with you."
"I don't kn-" I was stopped by Isabella running in shouting.
"GOOD MORNING PAPA."
"Good morning Isa, why are you so lively this morning?" Dad questioned with laughter, as Isabella caught her breath, I laughed into my hand.
