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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Jasmine lets go of me and holds my hand. "So what do you want to do?"
"I have no fucking idea. Maybe we could go out."
"As much as I would love to go out with you. I think you should spend the day with your mother and your brothers, I think they miss you."
"Yeah, you're right. I haven't spent time with my mom since dad passed."
"You sure you're ok?" She asks, running her hand through my hair. Instead of answering I kiss her lips.
"Does that answer your question?" I smirk.
"Hm I don't know, maybe you should answer it again." I smile and kiss her again.
"Better?" She nods.
"Vinci?" Isabella walks into the kitchen with a sheet of paper in her hand. Yeah she calls me Vinci now.
"She still calls you Vinci." Jasmine laughs. "Hey, Isa." She kisses her cheek. Isabella walks up to me and looks up.
"I wanna sit there." She points to the counter. She laughs as I lift her up and place her on the counter.
"There you go angel. What's this you made?" She turns the paper over.
"I made a picture." She smiles, swinging her legs back and forth.
"For me?" I ask.
"Yeah. Happy Birthday Vinci." She giggles and sits up to hug me. Jasmine smiles and watches with her hand under her chin.
"Who's in the picture, Bella?"
"It's you and Vinci on your wedding." She points to the picture of stick men versions of us, me in a tux and Jasmine's dress. "And that's your kids." She points at the six smaller stick figures in the background.
"We're having six kids?" Jasmine gasps dramatically and laughs.
"Yeah." Isabella giggles.
"Are you hearing this amore? We're having six kids." I tease Jasmine and she laughs.
"I wanna be an aunt again." Isabella laughs. Jasmine ruffles her hair and kisses her forehead.
"Not just yet, Isa." She smiles and helps Isabella off of the counter top, Isabella runs off again, leaving her drawing on the table. Jasmine holds it in her hand and looks down at it. "Nuestro futuro perfecto." She mutters, smiling and I see a tear escape her eye. (Our perfect future).
That's the future I will give her.
"You two alright?" My mom asks as she walks in. Jasmine wipes her cheek and we both turn around.
"Sorry ma, I just needed a minute."
"That's ok son. I told Antonio off, you know how he likes to run his mouth." She laughs. "Did Isabella show you the drawing?"
