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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All five Russians are aligned in the middle of the room tied to chairs and I twirl a bloody knife in my hand. They've been here for two days and still haven't said shit. I'm getting bored now. They're all bloody and beaten all courtesy of me.
Crazy woman.
I know, but it's fun.
"Now. We're going to make this nice and simple for the one hundredth time, I ask a question and you are going to answer. Correctly. Am I understood?" I say pointing the knife at them.
"We won't say shit!" One of them spits."I asked you a fucking question." I punch him in the face. Alex Smith is already dead all because of Vincenzo and his anger issues, he really is the hulk.
"Jas they're not going to talk." Sebastian says.
"Ugh, just let em bleed to death, I'm done with them."
"Good, because we have a party to get to."
"Party?" Lina asks.
"Dante and Aurora are hosting some gala." I answer.
"Fancy. We get to dress up!"
"Yay." I answer sarcastically.
"Afternoon ladies." Antonio says.
"Shut up Antonio." Elena says. Everyone has been sitting in the backyard since Emiliano decided we should have a bbq.
"Will you look at that, someone's making food." Lina sings and nudges my shoulder. Then I see Vincenzo at the BBQ making the burgers. What the fuck? I'm here happily keeping my distance since our 'talk' a few days ago. "He doesn't deserve you mami, come on, let's go get something to drink."
"I agree." Elena agrees as I meet Vincenzo's eyes and he looks away without a trace of emotion on his face.
A few days ago... I make my way to the gym like I usually do, but this time at night. Cuz why not. Who do I run into? Vincenzo himself. Great. "You're making it really hard to stay away, you know." I say.
"Just simply stay away." He scoffs. Oh.
"We're back to enemies now?" I walked up to him.
"Just leave."
"No. Why won't you talk to me?" I look up at him but he continues to punch the bag.
"Fine. I'll just leave."
"No one is leaving until you explain yourself. You're making me hate you again."
"Good."
"Excuse me?"
"I can't be with you anymore Jasmine. That's all I can give you. Now leave." My heart stops.
"You 'can't' or you 'don't' want to be with me. I don't fucking get it.i think we've both established that we don't hate each other anymore."
