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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"Aurora.." Sebastian whispers and nudges my shoulder. How long have I been staring?
"Pleasure to meet you, Aurora." Dante takes my hand and plants a kiss on my knuckles. My my, sexy and a gentleman.
"Pleasures all mine." Please tell me I'm not blushing. Curse my light complexion.
"Dante, dear, why don't you take Aurora somewhere to talk." His mother tells him.
"Shall we?" Dante holds his arm out for me to hold. I look at Jasmine and she gives me a reassuring look. "Don't worry Jasmine, I won't do anything." Dante smirks at her.
"Hm, you try anything and I promise I will hurt you. Everyone knows I keep my promises." It's true, she always keeps them. Why does she have to be so damn protective?!
I take Dante's arm and we walk towards a flower garden that was away from everyone else. Hm romantic. There was a small white table with two chairs around it. Talk about aesthetics, this is a dream. We get seated.
"So Aurora, how have you been?" He asks me.
"I've been well. You've changed quite a bit, since the last time I saw you."
"How long ago was that again?"
"I don't know five years." He looks a lot older than I last saw him, when he was only twenty one.
"And yet you still look as beautiful as you were five years ago."
"And you still have your charm." We laugh and take a sip of our drinks. "You didn't have to agree to marry me, you know?" I have a lot of cousins that dad could have chosen to marry off even if it were fake,why me?
"What if I told you that I wanted to marry you?"
"Then I would say you are crazy. I'm quite the handful you know."
"So I've heard."
"Listen I know that you know this wedding thing isn't real, we don't have to do all this."
"We can pretend to get to know each other." He says.
"We can pretend." That wouldn't be so bad would it? We talk for a little while.
"You have my number don't you?" He's asking as if I'm supposed to have it.
"No I don't." We exchange our numbers. Then Jasmine walks over to us.
"Aurora, we're leaving." She says in a polite tone.
"I'll text you." I awkwardly hug Dante, his strong cologne fills my nose.
"I'll be waiting." God help me.
Maybe this could work. ______
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The ride back home was quiet, Aurora couldn't stop smiling and Vincenzo wouldn't stop staring at me. Does he think I don't notice the way he looks at me? Asshole.
Before I could get out of the car, Vincenzo held his hand out for me to hold.
"I'm not taking your hand." "Don't mind me, just being a gentleman, amore." You know what he can keep using that stupid nickname, I'd rather not hear my name come out of mouth.
"You. A gentleman?" I laugh at him.
We walk into our penthouse and I head straight to my room. Isabella was sitting in the living area with Andrea. I go to the safe that is kept in my closet to check if the USB is in there, the one I keep on behalf of my dad, I open it and it isn't there. I call Sebastian but he says he doesn't have it. I knew I should have kept it with me.
Nobody else knows about it other than me, Sebastian, my dad, Emiliano and... Vincenzo.
I walk over to his room and knock on the door, no one replies. I walk in and the smell of his cologne fills my senses. Ugh it smells so good. His room is pretty dark, red lights illuminate the headboard of his bed. Ok, that's a bit weird.
I look at his vanity and his bedside drawers but it isn't there. I even checked if the bathroom wasn't there either. Maybe in his closet?
I walk into his closet and the lights turn on. What is it with Vincenzo and his dim lighting? I look through the clothes on his shelf and the hangers.
Then I go to the island that is in the middle of the closet. As I was about to open one of the drawers. Someone's hand grabs me by the throat and spins me around, pressing me against the island and I gasp.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Vincenzo growls at me. My back digs into the counter.
" I was looking for a shirt." I say without sounding flustered. Really Jasmine?
"In my room? Don't fucking lie to me." He presses me further into the counter. His face is dangerously close, I have to look up at him from my angle.
"Let go of me." I grit my teeth at him.
"Not until you tell me why you're here."
"I would if your hand wasn't around my throat."
"I'm sure I could put my hand somewhere else." His cold hand trails up my thigh. Don't give in Jasmine. Don't give in.
"Don't flatter yourself." I push myself away from him. "I'm looking for a USB."
"You mean the one you dad told you to keep safe?"
"Yes, that one."
"Well you're not doing a good job with that are you?"
"Do you have it or not Vincenzo?" I roll my eyes at him.
"Why would you think that I have it?"
"You're one of the few people that know about it. Now do you have it or not?"
"No I don't."
"Vincenzo! Where the fuck are-" I hear Elena shout and she walks into the closet. "Am I interrupting something?" She smiles, raising her eyebrows looking between Vincenzo and I.
"What is it?" Vincenzo asks in frustration.
"We have a mission." She blurts out. "What. When?" He asks.
"Tonight, your dads are calling you." And I thought we would have to break from these damn missions. I hope dad doesn't find out about the USB