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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"Are you sure you're ready?" Sebastian asks me.
"Oh my god, it's been three months since I've recovered. And at least four months since I've been on a mission. I think I'm ready."
"Ok. If you say so." He raises his hands on defeat.
"Ok so what is it?" I ask. We're currently standing in my dad's office apart from Isabella, Antonio and Andrea.
"Your mother and her... 'family' have landed here in the US."
She's here, mamma is actually here.
"And there are only a few people that know where they're staying, your mission is to find these people, bring them here and beat the information out of them." Easy. "Here they are." My dad says as he brings up the five people we have to find. "Lev and Yulia Dobrov."
"Hm siblings, that should be fun." I chuckle.
"Maxim Benson, Ander Hudson and Alex Smith, the most dangerous of them all. These people give their life for the Bratva so it would be a bit difficult to make them speak. But judging by what you all are capable of I doubt that would be difficult." I look from the corner of my eye and see Vincenzo staring at me.
I haven't spoken to him in a week, and it hurts me because I miss him but he pushed me away. Now he gets to live with the fact that he doesn't have me anymore. His loss.
We head to the mission room and put on our protective gear. I'm wearing black pants and a maroon full sleeve top with leather enhancements with a holster attached.
I put on my boots and my leather jacket and tie my hair back into a ponytail. I walk to the weapons room and see Vincenzo loading his guns. I roll my eyes and take a deep breath as I walk up to the guns lined up on the wall beside him.
Of course my favourite one is at the top, where I can't reach. Great. I reach up to the gun and barely touch it. I am not talking to Vincenzo let alone asking him to get my gun.
"Want me to get it?" Vincenzo asks loading another gun.
"No, thank you. I'm capable enough to get my own gun." I answer reaching up again. He reaches up and brings the gun down and holds it in front of me. I groan and take it from his hands, his fingertips brushing mine.
Fuck, I miss him.
"You need extra back up."
"No I don't, I can handle everything myself."
"Can you handle bringing in these Russians?" He smirks.
"Are you challenging me Salvatore?"
"Maybe."
"I'll bring at least four of them single handedly." I smirk.
"Che vinca il migliore. Buona fortuna" (May the best one win. Good luck)
