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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I open my eyes and turn to my side, Jasmine isn't there. Her dress isn't here either. Is she in the bathroom or did she leave me?
I get up and head to the bathroom. Yeah she definitely left me here. I look in the mirror and see a bunch of bruises scattered across my body. The bitch marked me.
I don't mind it though, I'd rather be marked by her than any other woman.
Last night was... eventful. I finally got to taste her and she got a taste of me. God did she taste good. I can see the scratches from her nails digging into my skin. I can envision the way she reacted when I touched her and the sweet sounds she made. I could listen to those all day.
I put my clothes back on and call my driver. I leave the hotel and head back to our penthouse. I get out of the car and head upstairs.
I walk into our penthouse and everyone's sitting around the kitchen with my mother preparing something for them to eat.
"Good morning Vincenzo. Where have you been?" My mother asks.
"I woke up late." I look at Jasmine and she starts walking upstairs. I follow after her when we reach the top of the stairs. I grab her arm and pull her back.
"Why the fuck do you leave?" I ask her.
"You didn't think I was going to stay the night were you."
"You could have told me or woken me up to tell me you were leaving." She tries to pull away from my grip.
"Don't fucking touch me." She spits out.
"You didn't mind last night. And my hands were everywhere." I chuckle.
"Last night was a mistake." She mumbles, turning her head away. She doesn't mean that does she?
"Didn't sound like it was." I say. She tilts her head in anger and chuckles.
"I don't have time to fight with you right now. Get the fuck out of my way."
"Why are you scared I might win. Amore."
"You're lucky your family is downstairs. Otherwise I would have killed your ass right now." She pushes past me.
"You know for someone that despises me you sure were a moaning mess when I touched you."
"Count your days Salvatore." She smirks and walks back downstairs.
She will be the death of me.
Then Aurora comes out of her room wearing a short purple dress.
"Oh hey Vincenzo. What were you doing with my sister?" She raises her eyebrows.
"Hey. Nothing. Where are you going?"
"I am going on a lunch date with Dante."
"What?"
"Yeah, he said it would be nice to get to know me more than he already does."
