𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧.

Throw Me To The Wolves...

(First Edit)

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

"No! Absolutely not! Under no circumstances will I even entertain the notion!"

"Come on Valentino, think about it," I protested. "All I'm asking is-"
"I know what you're asking for Jasmine, and the answer is no," he said as he continued to pace the floor. "We'll think of something else but there is no way in hell I'm agreeing to this...this lunacy!"

"There are worse ideas," Nickolas spoke up.
"You stay out of this!" Valentino snapped.
"It's still something to consider. Unless you have a better idea I don't see why we can't go along with Jasmine's plan."
"Because it's the craziest, most irrational plan I've ever heard. And that includes the one where we had Dean infiltrate a brothel so Damen and I could assassinate that kingpin who used the women as drug mules to traffik cocaine from Peru to New York."

"Thanks for reminding me. It took three months to get the horrors I witnessed in that place out of my head," Dean complained. "On the first night I was there I saw a woman having a threesome with two men who were twice her age. Their skin was wrinkled, their backs were hairy and their balls were all saggy." He shuddered. "I was so glad to get out of that STD haven."

"Val why are you acting like this? It's not like I'm actually going to do it, it's just an act," I said as I folded my arms across my chest.
"Oh sure, it's just an act," he scoffed. "Just like the time you masqueraded as a whore for Pied Piper. Or three days ago when you went to Henry's apartment so he could 'fuck you'. Honestly Jasmine, why must you constantly put yourself at risk like that?!"

"What is all this yelling about?" Dad asked as he came down the stairs with Sabrina and Gia.

"Ask your daughter-in-law," Valentino said as he poured four fingers of whiskey and took a sip. "Go on sweetheart, tell Father what you just told me and let's hear what he has to say."
"You're making a mountain out of a molehill," I told him.
"Am I? Jasmine you're thinking of dressing up like a corpse! How is that making a mountain out of a molehill?"

"What?! Jasmine why on earth would you do a thing like that?" Sabrina asked in horror.
"It's just pretend," I said to her. "As far as Kazimir knows, Adella is dead. He even sent someone to dispose of her body. Little does he know she's very much alive. All I'm doing is cementing his belief."
"And dressing up as a corpse will help you do that?"

I nodded and pulled my hair free from the ponytail. "See? My hair is honey blonde, Adella's is caramel brown. It's nearly the same color. We also have close to the same height, weight, skin tone and physique. We just have to make a few minor adjustments."
"And what exactly will this accomplish?" Dean wanted to know.

"Once Kazimir believes that Adella is dead he'll think he won," Nickolas replied. "This will give you all some time to come up with a game plan. In the basement, Anton revealed the names of all those who aligned themselves with the Ivanov Clan. Alexei Orlov, Aleksandr Belinsky, Elio Venuchio, Mikel Montoya, Benito Carcano, Mia Kuznetsov and Karim Nikonov have all joined hands with Kazimir."

"He's got the worse of the worst on his side," Valentino muttered. "And apparently Raffaele Cappuccio have joined their ranks as well. After everything we've done for him he turned right around and stabbed us in the back."

"Who is Raffaele Cappuccio?" I asked.
"He used to work with Uncle Luciano," Dario explained. "He was arrested for grand theft auto and given a prison sentence. Uncle Luciano got him out and after seeing how good he was at accounting, gave him a job as an internal auditor at one of our casinos. After five years of excellent service he was promoted to casino manager. He was honest, hardworking and loyal."