Jazmína | currently being rewritten |

THREE.🌺

previously on Jazmína Rosa...

I open the files to see the Italian mafia leader sons.

fuck...
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"They'll be here in a hour to get you..." she says smiling and standing up.

"Can I go back home to get some stuff...?"

"oh, yes of course your brothers will take you." she says smiling and walking out of the room.

I'm left with my thoughts.

What the actual fuck.

let me explain when I lived with my step father and mother they were drunk, high on drugs when they were sober they had spanish mafia things to do or they abused me.

that's how they died.

they tried to hit Mariah so I called Jade.

I think you know how that went.

back to the point they despised Italians but they never told me why.

my thoughts are interrupted when I hear the door open.

"your brothers are here" the woman says smiling softly and opened the door wider.

I nod grabbing my bag and walking out.

when I walk out to see Carlos...?

Carlos as in Jades tattoo artist but he hopefully doesn't remember me.

the first thing I notice is his height Carlos is tall six three to be exact.

he was turned around on his phone playing hello kitty kitchen...?

"Mr López...?" Emily says clearing her throat.

He turns around and she leaves walking down the hallway.

"Jazmína right.? " he says with a thick Italian accent opening the exit door.

"yeah.." I reply walking outside and following him to his car.

I get into his black Lamborghini Sian sitting in the front seat.

it was awkward so I pulled my headphones on and ended up falling asleep to lana del rey.

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this was cringe to make but I hope you enjoy. comment chapter ideas - yours truly, author.💋