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.
Blinded b...
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This can't be fucking right. My father's dead. Mom looks at me with confusion and I'm so close to throwing my phone across the room. "Is this a joke?" I scoff.
"Son, I swear this isn't. I'm not dead." His rough voice crackles through the phone and I furrow my brows looking right at my mom and she walks right towards me.
"We buried you." I state and Jasmine rubs my hand with her thumb, immediately relaxing me.
"Alexei was trying to fool you." He breathes.
"How do we know that it's actually you?" I ask.
"Where's your mother?" Mom walks over to me and she takes the phone off speaker and places it against her ear.
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Andrea POV
This better be some sick joke because Emiliano cannot be alive. I watched my love get buried and I was broken.
Taking the phone from my son I placed it against my ear.
"Emiliano?" I tremble and tears brim in my eyes.
"Andrea, my love." It sounds like him, but it could be the Russians playing a trick.
"Is it really you?"
"The one and only." He laughs in his snarky voice. I'm still not believing this.
"Dimmi qualcosa che solo io saprei." I ask him in Italian to make sure. (Tell me something only I would know)
"Sei l'amore della mia vita e ti ho promesso che non ti avrei mai lasciato." That sounds like something my Emiliano would say. My heart beat increases. I'm still not convinced. (You are the love of my life and I promised that I would never leave you)
"Non sono ancora convinto." I scoff. (I'm still not convinced)
"Il mio bellissima angelo caduto direttamente dal fottuto paradise. I said that you on our first date in Italy and every date after that. Believe me, my love. I am alive and I just want to see you." His voice cracks and I smile.
That's him.
"Where are you?" I ask.
"Somewhere in Kyiv. Alexei had me moved again." He chuckles. "It's part of his plan." His voice drifts off and it starts to crackle.
No.
"Emiliano?" I question and he doesn't answer. Tears escape from my eyes as I call his name. "Emiliano?" I sob. This cannot be the last time I hear his voice. I look at Vincenzo and he holds my hands.
"Mom?" Antonio says.
"I- it was him." I cry and Vincenzo hugs me to his chest. "He's alive."
"We can't be certain." Alessandro says. He says something to Stefano and Sebastian and they walk out of the room.
