JASMIN MARTINEZ
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"Xav move your heavy ass arm." I groaned, trying to remove his arm from my waist.
"Shut up, go to sleep." He pulled me closer to his chest and held onto me tightly.
"I can't breathe." He didn't respond and I tugged on his arm.
"You are so fucking annoying." He yelled before taking his arm from my body and turning around.
I finally breathed normally and got up from the bed. I ran my hand through my hair, put on my slippers, and went into the bathroom. I stretched before taking off my clothes and hopped into the shower. I let my body relax under the hot steamy water, gently washing under my boob with antimicrobial soap because of my tattoo. I applied shampoo into my hair before drowning myself in my sorrows.
I ran upstairs the moment my body started to break down. I knew Xavier and my mother was watching me but they allowed me to have my space. I cried in my bed until Xavier came into my room, not saying a word and laying in my bed. Having him around me gave me a sense of comfort and I was thankful he didn't talk about anything.
I wanted to tell Chase everything.
I wanted him to know why I did that publicity stunt. That I wasn't trying to use him but rather trying to protect him and buy time.
But I couldn't.
He would kill me and I would kill him.
In the underground world, there is no such thing as leaving mercy on someone. You can't be protected in this world. Only the ones that are sharp, clever, and play merciless games succeed. I would become a liability for Chase. Not only would I take his status down but my own. Everything I have worked for would go into shambles.
Chase and I were always meant to be against each other. As an assassin, it's my job to take down the mafias and he as a mafia leader is supposed to take me down.
I already failed.
I took on a mission that I knew I won't ever be able to achieve. I know no matter how much I try to protect him I won't succeed. It's impossible to succeed in this world.
Chase already wants to kill me and I know he won't stop until he doesn't get what he wants. He told me himself, he would kill me if I was an assassin.
I washed out the shampoo from my hair and used a conditioner. I lathered on body wash on my body before washing it all off. I stepped out of the shower, wrapping my towel around my body. I used my hair towel to dry off my hair. I went into my closet and pick out a monochromatic outfit which consisted of a deep maroon lace bodysuit with a plunging neckline and pants.
I put on my outfit, noticing how one of my cardigans was gone from my closet. It was a thin silk one that I was going to pair with this outfit but I couldn't find it. I left my closet, drying off my hair and taking it out of the towel. I glanced up at my mirror to see something written in my lipstick.
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