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 slowly flutter my eyes open, and look up, my arms are above my head, chained to the ceiling and my feet are chained to the ground. I look around the dark room.
The bed.
No it can't be. This isn't real.
This isn't the room where all my nightmares came to life, the room that has been haunting my dreams at night.
The room where I became heartless.
I struggle to pull free from the chains.
No escape.
I was told by my grandfather's soldiers.
No escape.
My mind tells me every fucking night when I can't sleep.
Escape.
My mind is telling me right now, because my past has changed me to become the devil I am today.
I'm still wearing my bridesmaids dress although the bottom is covered in dirt. I don't know how long I've been here. A small bulb is lit in the middle of the room barely lighting it up.
I hear the door open and a woman walks in, she has black hair and she's wearing a black formal dress.
"Who the fuck are you?"
"Now now, Jasmine, that's not how you treat your auntie is it?" Auntie?
"What the fuck do you want? Where am I?"
"You remember this place, where my sister died?"
"Yeah well that wasn't my fault, blame your fucking father." She slaps me across the face.
I swear if I wasn't in these chains I would've thrown hands, the only thing I could throw are curse words and dirty looks.
"Did your parents not teach you any manners?"
"My parents didn't raise a bitch." I scoff. Another slap.
"жалкий ребенок."(pathetic child)
"гребаная сука."(fucking bitch). She looks at me in confusion.
Yeah bitch I know Russian.
Her phone starts ringing and she picks it up.
"Ok. Bring em in." She smirks. Then someone walks into the room. A tall soldier walks in with a whip in his hand.
No. Not again.
"Now, my dear niece. This is how it's going to go, you're going to answer some questions, if you answer correctly I might let you. If you don't then you will be punished."
"Talk."
"You stole a very valuable USB, in which you had to go undercover at a poker game against Ivan Petrov to retrieve. Am I correct?"
