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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It was a club, but not one that I owned otherwise I would have known about the secret exit under the bridge. There are barely any people here. We walked further into the club, people stepped back in fear, I see Luca, Elena's boyfriend, sitting in one of the booths with a girl sitting on his lap and another whispering something into his ear making him laugh. Luca you son of a bitch.
"Is that-"
"Luca." I cut off Jasmine's question. I walked up to his booth. "Well well well, Luca what do we have here?" I smirk at him. He knows what's about to him.
"Vincenzo, what a... surprise to see you here." he pushes the girl off his lap and stands up, he walks up to me but I don't hesitate, and punches him right in the face. He stumbles back and lands on the table causing the glasses to fall and shatter on the floor.
"Vincenzo, please let me explain."
"There is nothing to explain." I punched his face again. "Elena loves you fottuto idiota!" (fucking idiot). Delivering several punches to his face. No wonder he wasn't at the ball, he was messing around with other girls.
"Ok hulk smash. We do not have time for this. Let's go." Jasmine grips my arm and pulls me away letting go of Luca.
"You got a car?" she asks Luca.
"Yes I do." he says with heavy breaths.
"Keys." she demands, holding out her hand.
"What?"
"Give me the keys."
"Fuck no." he chuckles. Hm he's going to regret that then Jasmine digs her heels into his leg.
"Ahhh ok ok" He gives the keys to Jasmine.
"Thank you." She sings and walks away. She is one hell of a woman. I follow her and we walk out of the club. Surprisingly there was only one car parked outside. She gets into the driver's seat and immediately starts the car, can this bitch let me get in the car.
"Do you even know where you're going?" I ask her.
"Nope," popping the p. "But I don't trust you to drive. So I'll take my chances." She snarls at me."Where's the closest motel around here?"
"First we need to get some clothes." I tell her the directions to the store and we park up. We get out of the car and walk into the store.
I picked up a black t-shirt and black joggers, with some socks and trainers. Jasmine picks a white shirt, black leggings and some boots. She picks some food and drinks for us to have. The cashier knew who I was so we didn't have to pay. We start walking to the car.
"Where the fuck are the keys?"
"You mean these ones?" I dangle the keys in her face. I may have stolen them from her.
"Asshole." She mutters and sits in the passenger seat. I get in and start the car. I sped through the highway which was surprisingly empty. In the rear view mirror I notice a car getting dangerously close to ours, then someone peers through the window and starts shooting at our car. Are you serious, another shooting car chase?
