Serena.She broke a mafia lords leg, took a deadly blade right through the gut, and somehow, was still alive. Marcello stood exactly at the open door watching as his medical team worked on his sister. Jasmine,standing directly behind him, still clutching her son to her chest even though he was no longer asleep. He just laid on her shoulder, drawing air robots. Aisha stood immediately after Jasmine, watching too, praying, her heart beating almost out of her chest.This girl could not die. She still way too many arguments to wage with her.With white clenched fist on the bridge of his nose, Marcello turned to the rest of the gang behind them."What happened?" His tone was so cool you could almost feel the coldness in it. "How is my sister lying in there, fighting for her life, and none of you are," no one said anything. The deafening silence was very uncomfortable and tense."Qualcuno dice qualco

Marcello, after everything that had been happening, carried his little boy in his arms for the first time, mesmerized by everything the boy did; the little invisible drawing he made on his shirt while he laid his head there, his other hand drape over Marcello shoulder,"Hey buddy," Jasmine walked in, just from cleaning Serena who was fast recuperating, "He's not giving any trouble is he?""He's an angel." Marcello chuckled, "I doubt he even knows what trouble is,""You haven't spent any real time with him. He's a minion.""Minion?""Small yellow..." Jasmine notices the confusion on his face, "Wait! You have no idea what Minions are, you've never watched the movie?""I don't watch movies anymore Jasmine.""Who doesn't watch movies? Movies are life, how do you survive?" Just the Marcello's phone rings, he picks it up,"Eventuali nuovi aggior

Nikolai had been with Marcello and Serena for as long as they could all remember. He had been Serena's best friend and first kiss before they'd come to the conclusion that Serena Marchesa wasn't into men. He had trained and fought side by side them in training and battle alike and even though was as deadly as the Marchesa siblings, he had always known deep in him that they hard leadership in their blood and he was willing to follow and serve. He served Serena as her right hand man when she was a spy in the Siciliana while Marcello was on the road for his life.Nikolai was one of those people who always had the world in his mind; he hated staying idle, even mentally for a second so he was always thinking, working strategies, and planning ahead for every and any job he had or knew he would be giving. It was one of those days when he would sit in his apartment, alone, working and simply chilling but mentally still working. His apartment was something only he

"What happened to you. I met up with Jasper and he told me you weren't going to make it. You were in jail," there was a sense of affirmations about her tone, "What happened?""Would you not let me in first?" His velvety tone was almost causing the hairs on her skin to stand on its end. She hadn't seen another Caucasian adult human being in almost three months, talk less of one as good looking as Dylan Jones."Why were you jailed in the first place?""If only you'd let me in, I'd tell you everything,""I know you were in jail Dylan; in jail for murder. Why should I trust you?"Dylan let out a heavy breath. He never wanted to appear as the bad guy in Jasmine's eyes. He had risked so much for her and couldn't even explain why. This particular thought had been bothering him from day one of him working on her case. He violated security measures just to get deep into her life and help her. Someone was aware: someone had always been aware; and now, he'd b

A wet mist carried by the wind across the seemingly dead forestation that surrounded the cabin flew in through the windows; the mint green curtains dancing along side it. Jasmine sat across a the furniture embedded in white sheets and a folded coloured draping to the side; she smoothing the sheets with her palms, letting the cold air to blow across her face. She heard a vile movement again from the door, but this time, it didn't just stop at the door, it seemed to be pushing open the door. Jasmine scurried to hide behind the bed which barely covered half her figure. But it did provide an easily breakable barricade between her and whoever was going to come through that door. Jasmine grabbed tight the vase of white and red roses that stood on the night stand beside, braced her arm, ready to throw it at them.She flinched in mid action when she saw who walked through the door."Serena?" She dropped the vase back on the nightstand, got on her feet, "My God! Serena, I was-"