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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"How the fuck do you work this thing?" Vincenzo groans and hits the Polaroid camera repeatedly and I sit there with the covers up to my chest and laugh at him. "Why are you laughing?" He looks at me and grins, still tapping the camera.
"You sound like my dad." I continue laughing. "Here, let me do it." I sit up on my knees and Vincenzo pulls me onto his lap and rests his chin on my shoulder, looking over as I try to see what's wrong with the camera."Vincenzo." I shake my head.
"What?!"
"It's not even on!" I laugh.
"Yes, it is!" He says defensively and looks at me and I just burst into more laughter.
"Sweetie, look. The green light means it's on and when you were shaking the shit out of it, there was no light, idiota!" I show him the light and the switch and he shakes his head and chuckles, his dimple showing as he grins. "Ha!" I laugh at him and he kisses my neck and tickles me.
"Vincenzo!" I squeal as he pins me to the mattress, my breasts almost escaping from the covers.
He sits between my bent knees and holds the camera so it's facing us and he bends down and kisses me and we smile against each other's lips. He chuckles and the camera clicks. "That's not fair!"
"Love you too." He laughs and takes the Polaroid photo out and waves it around and holds it up to the sun then places it on the bedside table so it's under the rays of sunlight.
I lay on Vincenzo's back and wait for the photo to dry. "Now, we wait." He sighs. "Your dad is having a house built for us, right beside this one as a wedding gift."
"What? Really?" I gasp and he nods. "Our own house." I smile.
"With six kids." He smiles.
"You really want Isabella's drawing to come true, huh?" I laugh and I run my fingers along his bicep.
"Mhmm, if that's what you want." I kiss his cheek and he secretly takes another photo.
"You love that camera, don't you?"
"If it's giving me photos of my beautiful fiancée, then yes, I do." He says. "We were talking about babies." He says and slowly flips me over and settles between my legs.
"Uh uh, you're not getting me pregnant."
"No?" He smirks and hovers over me and kisses between my breasts and all the way up to my neck and I let out a moan, gripping onto his hair.
My head falls back over the edge of the bed and his head dips lower and his other hand wraps around my throat and I place my hand over his. He thrusts into me achingly slow and I wrap my arms around him, wanting to feel him closer.
