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C H A P T E R T H I R T E E N

C H A P T E R  T H I R T E E N

The next day I woke up in our bed back in our apartment. I rubbed my tired eyes and felt for Alessandro, but my hand hit the hard bed sheets. He, unfortunately, wasn't there.

I threw my legs over the edge of the bed and got up, but was met by a stinging pain between my legs. It reminded me of what happened last night and I didn't regret it one bit, how our bodies perfectly molded against each other, our wet skin smacked together and our lips fought in endless battles for dominance.

Trying to overcome the discomfort I felt I walked over to the bathroom and took off my clothes. I walked to the cabinet taking out a vanilla shampoo and conditioner, coconut shower-gel, and some shea butter. On my way back to the shower I passed a mirrored and in shock stood still right in front of it.

My entire neck was full of dark love bites. This hot bastard had given me super large hickeys!

I quickly took a warm and relaxing shower inhaling the mouthwatering vanilla- coconut smell, put on the rich shes butter, styled my curls, and then stepped out in only a towel around my body.

I put on a pair of sweats and a tight crop top and then walked into the kitchen because I was starving.

I poured myself some nougat bit cereals and then plopped in front of the tv. While eating with one hand my other checked my phone if I had gotten any notification from Alessandro. It was empty.

When I finished my food I put the plate into the sink and walked around the flat. Curiousness I walked into Alessandro's office.

I have never been here before and he actually told me to not go into this room right after we moved in.

The room interior was pretty much like expected. Professor black furniture walls were full of degrees from various universities and a shelf full of paperwork and folders.

My fingers traced the black wood of the desk I walked around and then bounced into the big master's chair.

Bored I spun around in the chair. Then I opened the drawers. They contained pretty plain stuff like station supplies, stress balls, etc..

Something at the back of the drawers fell so that I wasn't able to push back the last one. Annoyed I took the last drawer out and put my hand inside the cabinet to grab whatever was preventing me from closing the drawer.

My hand revealed a thick file. To my shock, it had my full name written on it. Yasmine Sharon Malik. 

I saw a red light flickering at the drawer, but ended up ignoring it.

Slowly opened the folder. In it, I found my complete life detailed, but anything about my biological parents.
Yes, I think I didn't even know anything about them. I just knew they were from Pakistan and that they died in a plane crash when visiting my grandmother's funeral. I at that time was luckily at their best friends Rachel and Manni's house, who soon after adopted me.
Years later I tried looking up the plane crash, but when nothing came of it I asked my adoptive parents.

They never told me anything and said not to talk about it again. So to this day, I don't know for sure what happened to my real mama and baba ( dad).

I leafed through a few more pages until I found pictures of me. Pictures of me going to work, walking, in high school, and to my disgust also sleeping. What was this all about?

I jolted in horror when I saw an enraged Alessandro bust through the door. In two long strides he was right in front of the chair I was sitting in.
My heart was racing, as I feared what was about to come.

He looked so sexy in his black suit, giving clear sight of his broad, defined shoulders that went over to his slim muscular hips in an inverted triangle. I looked up. His eyes were full of anger. His jawline was tensed and I swear I could've fainted if it weren't for me being angry at him.

I stood up my 5'2 frame being nothing compared to his 6'3 one. He looked down at me his eyes glued onto my face.

„Alessandro, why the fuck do you creep have my whole life written on these papers and pictures of me sleeping you crazy fucker?!"

"Don't talk to me like this. Sit down", he said. I immediately sat down his dominance overpowering me. Stupid ass me.

"Yasmine. I do not tolerate this kind of behavior."
He bent down, but even at the knee level, he stood taller than me. He put his hands on the armrests on either side of me caging me. His facial expression changed from an angry to a somewhat softer one.

"Gattina, I have to tell you the truth about your parents", the words rolled off his tongue in his thick accent. He looked me dead in the eye.

I shuddered.

As he said these words, something in my stomach turned. Alessandro's tall figure picked me up and sat me on his lap. He went on:

" Their names were Aaliyah and Imran Malik. They both didn't die in a plane crash. They both were part of the mafia. Actually, your father was the most feared leader in all of Asia.

Your mother wasn't part of all of this till she met your father fell in love and got you. Now there also was another gang leader wanting to take your fathers' place. The man, who wanted to kill you on the island, he sent him.  

I first thought they were after me someone, but they were after you.
They call him Zain. He raided your parents' house and killed them when you were four. You luckily weren't there at the time, so he is still looking for you.

I also was adopted, but by my uncle and aunt, they raised me as their own.
Out fathers, in this case my adoptive father/uncle, were good friends.
They've known each other since college. They lost contact when my father took over the Europe and yours the Asia. When he found out your parents were murdered he set you up with an adoptive family far away from everything."

At this point, tears were flooding through my eyes. I didn't know what to say, what to do. It all was thrown onto me so suddenly and know I felt like drowning in this ocean of unknown depth.

Alessandro hugged me closer.

"When he retired and made me the leader I kept an eye for you ever since. 

I had to kidnap you to keep you safe from everyone that was after you. I was shocked to see you at our house when Brad brought you over. I disappeared and set up things for your safety like the island, several houses posted guards kept you on watch 24/7.

That you and Brad became friends in college was a complete coincidence",
he moved away from me and looked at me his features softening.

"But that I fell for you,Yasmine, I'm sure wasn't ."