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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After that dance, I can't seem to get Jasmine out of my mind. The way she moved, her soft hands in mine, the way her breath hitched when I brought her close to my chest, the way my heart seemed to skip a beat when her chocolate eyes looked into mine. But I'm never going to let her get to me.
When we finished dancing she immediately let go of her grip on my shoulders, and vanished into the crowd. I don't chase after her, instead I go straight to the table where Elena, Stefano, Lorenzo and Antonio are sitting around drinking and laughing. As I take a seat they all stare and smirk at me.
"What the fuck are you guys looking at?" I growl at them, taking a sip from my glass of whiskey.
"Is our brother finally falling for a woman?" Lorenzo scoffs. I will never fall for her.
"We saw the way you were looking at her." Stefano comments.
"We were dancing, I had no choice but to look at her." I laugh off. Out of all the women in this room, she was all I could see.
"You'll know what we're getting at one day. But for now, let's enjoy the party." Elena put up her glass of champagne saying, "Saluti!"(cheers) then we tap our glasses together.
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Let me not even start talking about the dance. I can't get his intense gaze out of my head, the way he takes control, his rough skin brushing against mine. Nobody has ever made my breath hitch, at least not in the way Vincenzo did. I was dancing with the devil.
When we finished dancing I disappeared into the crowd, brushing past Sebastian.
"Jas, are you ok?"
"I just need some air." It's true I did, the room was getting incredibly hot, and the stench of alcohol was clouding my mind. Not to mention, I didn't want to see Vincenzo's face. I run-up to the rooftop that was above the ballroom, to get a nice view of the city, and also to relax. After a while, I hear footsteps behind me. Please don't be Vincenzo, please don't be Vincenzo.
I turn around and see Sebastian walking towards me with two glasses of champagne. "How'd you know I would be up here?" I question taking the glass of champagne.
