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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You'd think that I'd be crying my eyes out on the day that my father is being buried. Fuck no.
Supposedly my father deserved a grand funeral but we couldn't allow that to happen, which the Russians in close range it was a risk to even go into the city, they think they're smart but we're smarter. With extra security we are going to head down to wear Caterina has been buried, and place my father next to his daughter.
I wrap my arms around Jasmine, bringing her close, I breathe in her scent, she groans and opens her eyes.
"Morning." She looks up at me, her brown eyes glowing like honey under the sunlight.
"Morning amore." I kiss her forehead. Then begin to kiss down her jaw and reach her neck. She lets out a soft moan and rubs her fingers across my cheek, I run my hand down her side.
"Enzo... as much as I would morning sex right now, we have to get ready for your fathers funeral."
"Right." I sigh. "That."
"I know you weren't on the best terms with him, you need to be there for your family, especially your mom." She says running her fingers through my hair. I kiss her again and she laughs against my lips.
"Jas Jas!" I hear Isabella's high pitched voice from behind me.
"There's my Bella." I roll away from Jasmine and she opens her arms out and Isabella jumps onto the bed. I watch as Jasmine hugs Isabella and kisses her softly on the head, wondering what she would be like if we have kids one day, as my father would claim that I will never be a good father.
Well look at you now, father.
Yo chill.
"Morning, green eye guy." She giggles and wraps her arms around my neck, I hesitate at first but then Jasmine smiles at me for reassurance, then I wrap my arms around Isabella.
"Morning angel." I say.
"I need to hide." She whispers.
"Why's that?" I furrow my eyebrows like I'm actually concerned.
"I took Antonio and Sebastian's phones."
"Isabella." Jasmine sighs.
"Where's that little angel?" Antonio's voice booms from the hallway.
"Hide me." Isabella jumps onto my back and I laugh.
