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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Placing my guns on my desk I get rid of my blood soaked clothes, blood that isn't mine. Making sure i don't stain in of the furniture I chuck everything in a plastic bag to get rid of and head straight to the bathroom to have a cold shower.
I step out of the shower with my towel wrapped loosely around my waist, I check my phone and see hundreds of emails and messages. I hear a knock from the doors, and yell "come in!" I look up to see my brothers Antonio and Lorenzo walking in.
"Oh look the beast is finally back ", Lorenzo announces.
"What the fuck do you two want?", I said coldly.
"Dad's been trying to call you for the last hour. So he sent us up to come and get you" Lorenzo announces.
"He needs to talk to you and let me tell you he is pissed". Antonio says extending the word 'pissed'.
Oh shit, I thought to myself, what the fuck did I do now?
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Lorenzo is 20 years old, he's the most calm brother out of the three of us, he's about the same height as me, we both look exactly like our mother with short dark brown hair and green eyes. Antonio on the other hand is the most immature out of all of us. He recently just turned 18, he has black hair and brown eyes, he looks just like our father.
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My brothers leave my room, I then head to my closet and pull out a pair of black sweatpants and a white t-shirt, I brush my hair back into place. I headed downstairs, the new crystal chandelier was being placed on the ceiling and builders were rushing around the house, because we were renovating the mansion.
We're staying in one of houses in Spain, on a vacation away from home in Italy. I walk into the living room. I see my cousin Stefano and his sister Elena sitting around the dining table with Antonio and Lorenzo laughing their asses off.
Stefano and Elena are twins, they're my best friends. Elena has short light brown hair and brown eyes. She is the most badass and fearless person I know. They both come on missions with me, Stefano is the more technical guy and Elena does the fighting.
Then I see my mother and father dancing next to the piano, laughing and staring into each other's eyes, looking so madly in love. They stop when they see me, my mother comes up and gives me a big hug, and I hug her back.
"Buongiorno mio principe"(good morning my prince). She smiled and kissed me on the cheek. I'm not a fan of affection and never have been. But she's my mother.
"Buongiorno mamma".I reply smiling.
"Buongiorno papà", I say looking at my father.
"Buongiorno figliolo"(good morning son), he replies with a sharp look on his face.
"Why don't you play our song on the piano, Vincenzo", I nod and head straight to my piano, and start playing their favourite song on the piano.
Playing the piano is one of the things I enjoy doing the most, it helps calm me down. I look over to my parents and see them dancing and smiling again, and sometimes I wonder if I'm ever going to have what they have, infinite love and bond with the love of my life. My queen. But I know that will never happen, it's impossible to be in love while being in the mafia, especially when you're fighting every day for your life, sacrifices are made, and the pressure is endless. When my father steps down as the leader of the Italian mafia, I was to take the throne and rise as king.
