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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The night before...
After lunch, all the men went for their suit fittings for the ball tomorrow. I got to know Sebastian a little, he's exactly like Stefano calm, reserved and also very funny. I don't know how the fuck he keeps up with Jasmine. I walk past the room where all the ladies were choosing their dresses, I peek through the door and see Jasmine looking at all the dresses, she was wearing a silk black robe that was falling off one of her shoulders, her hair was up in a messy bun.
Dude stop staring you look like a creep.
But she looks hot.
Go have a fucking shower, you stink.
Ok ok, I'll go.
I went to my room to have a shower until I hear Elena call me from outside the door.
"Hey, bitch. Have you done your suit fitting?"
"Yeah, I just came from there. Have you?"
"Yeah I just chose mine, we're waiting for Jasmine to try on two more dresses. I have pictures." She walks up to me with her tablet.
"Elena I don't want to see any silly dresses." She flicks through the dresses until I stop her at the last picture. It was a gold silk dress with diamonds encrusted onto it. She takes the tablet away and walks to the door. "Elena wait. Make sure she wears the gold one."
"Do you want her to wear it?" extending the word 'you', Elena looks at me raising her eyebrows and grinning.
"Don't you dare tell her but it'll look good on her."
"Whatever you say, brother." She walks out of the room and I head to the shower.
It was almost midnight and I couldn't sleep so I went out to the balcony and lit my cigarette, after a while I hear the door from next door open, I turn my head and see Jasmine walking out with her eyes closed and stretching her arms out, the small top she's wearing started to raise above her breasts and her silk shorts well... they were short. She walks up to the edge of the balcony and looks out to the city lights in the distance. She looks exhausted. "Couldn't sleep?" I ask her making her jump.
"What the fuck are you doing on my balcony!"
"This is my balcony, amore. My room is right next door." Why didn't Elena tell me this diavola(devil) would be staying in the room next to mine.
"Um ok. And yes I couldn't sleep. And quit with the nicknames. It's Jasmine dumbass, not amore or Bellissima. And stop smoking." I'm never going to stop using these nicknames, saying her name is like poison. I put out the cigarette in the ashtray and walk up to her keeping eye contact.
"Whatever you say. Tesoro(darling). Sogni d'oro(sweet dreams)." I say with a cunning smile then I walk back into my room, and try to fall asleep.
