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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My dress has been ripped to shreds barely covering my body, thank god I'm wearing underwear. I'm drenched in blood and I can feel my limbs going limp.
This is definitely not how I want to die, my fate has other plans.
I don't know how long I've been here. Dad must have sent his whole army to look for me. I don't know about Vincenzo, but I don't think he would care, but I'm praying that he'll save me again.
I need to get out of this hell hole, I can't relive this nightmare again.
"Will you look at that, the princess is still alive." Viktoria chuckles.
"Fuck you." I spit at her.
"Now now dear." One of her guards punches me in the ribs, and I let out a cry. I'm pretty sure most of my ribs are broken, but I can't feel them.
"It looks like your clan is here to save you, including the ace himself. Turns out he is as weak as you." By 'ace' she meant Vincenzo, that's what people referred to him in the underworld, and he lives up to the name, but he isn't weak. "He's willing to give up his life for yours." She shows me her tablet, my dad along with Emiliano, Elena, Sebastian and Vincenzo standing with guns strapped to them.
He came.
"What are you talking about?" I ask her lifting my head up.
"We're making a trade sweetie, your life for his. It's really cute." No he can't. I won't let him do this, he can't.
I don't want to be saved if it means that he doesn't get to live.
"Drug her." She says in Russian. One of her guards pricks a needle into my neck and my eyes slowly start to shut.
"Jasmine?... mi hermosa mariposa?" (My beautiful butterfly) A soft female voice comes from afar. I lift my head and look ahead, sweat and blood dripping from my eyelashes. A woman walks in, she's wearing a long white dress making her look like an angel. I look up and see her face.
Mamma.
"Mamma?" This must be a dream, she looks so real.
"My baby, I'm so sorry, this is all my fault." She sobs.
"You're not real." I whisper as tears escape from my eyes, or blood, I can't tell the difference anymore.
"I'm as real as I'll ever be. Your papa is here to save you." Her hand touches my cheek and I can finally breathe.
"Mamma. Help me, please. I need you... please." I sob.
"You don't need me baby, I can't save you. I swear, if I could you wouldn't be here right now."
"You promised that you would always save us."
"And I told you that I'm not always going to be there, baby." I hear gunshots go off. Mom turns around to walk away.
