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Three weeks had gone by, Jasmine, Aisha and Mars hadn't left the beach house. Jasmine had gotten better and strong enough to go out exploring and playing with her son and friend. That was literally all they did. Marcello had promised them a time when they'd be able to go out explore the world outside that island, but that time wasn't exactly then. But even so, no one could have gotten bored, he made sure they had everything and anything the needed. Mars had an entire room of toys and video games, he was the only one still most likely to get bored; but he couldn't. This time he had both his mother and father. Their family seemed almost perfect. Marcello would pay them visit every now and then, Serena would too but not as often as him since she always ended up in an argument with Aisha. Their chemistry was undeniable but the kind that blew the roof off the lab.
"So, you wanna grab that diner with me?" Serena asked Aisha, her accent making the latter giddy,
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Breaking Locks Twenty-one
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
Breaking Locks Twenty-two
Surely Nikolai wasn't an idiot to let himself get followed by a detective. He hadn't become Marcello's closest thug on stupidity or ignorance. The second he noticed being followed, he smartly diverted his attention by sending someone to sell some bags to Dylan's supposed ward for the night. And Dylan, being the gentle man and kind hearted person he was, had chosen to prioritized the well being of Ashley over his work. He'd immediately dragged her and her companions out of the place and alerted the local police.Back at his apartment, he took the initiative to go through Jasmine's file again.What was he missing?'Born and raised in West Africa, a local former British and French territory; two of four kids; older brother, older sister, and a younger sibling'Dylan burned the night candle going through that file, reading in between the lines and putting a question mark on everything unclear about Jasmine's identity.Towards the early hours of the mo
Breaking Locks Twenty-three
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
Breaking Locks Twenty-four
Two and two had been put together. Not only for Dylan but for Jasper and their family too. As Dylan drove a taxi back to the airport, his index finger continuously tapping on the Jasmine's file that laid on his lap. His patience was running thin; he'd gotten so much from Jasper that he wanted to start putting it all into examination; he just couldn't wait to get back to his apartment or at least, a closed location.Everything had became much much clearer even though a few points were still unprocessed. But Dylan couldn't stop himself from replaying Jasper's story in his head,(Flashback)"I had gone to Cameroon upon hearing about Jasmine's disappearance. My sister Jessie had brought it up to me that surrounding the period when Jasmine left home, she'd been talking to her about a man she'd met, a foreigner of Caucasian race and Italian nationality. Apparently, Jasmine had been out with this person on several oc
Breaking Locks Twenty-five
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
Breaking Locks Twenty-six.
How would he help her if he had no idea where she was or how to get there. Jasmine had to work extra time now to get to her goal. She knew for one they were on the outskirts of the big city; she knew not the city and or even of the was one. The place was practically deserted apart from the building they lived in.They'd first been to a beach house, then here. Jasmine knew she had to find a way to get out.She'd fly a helicopter out of the damn place if she had to.Marcello seemed careless of her presence when she walked in on him tearing through a drawer of files."Marcello," she said in an almost whisper tone, he turned to hear with concern looks, "I don't feel so good. I need air. Would you please walk around the place with me?" Marcello expression couldn't do too well to hide his need for denial at that moment, he was busy, he needed to find something urgently; but he also needed to attend to Jasmine. He un
Breaking Locks Twenty-seven.
"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
Breaking Locks Twenty-eight
While some people in the world struggle for survival and luxury, others crave for death and eternal rest. This was exactly the feeling Marcello Marchesa was having. He woke up one day to find the love of his life missing. Something like that had never happened to him. He felt drowsy, weak and nauseous. He noticed the white tube connected from his hand to the infusion stand by his left.Why was he getting infused when he had spent some amazing hours, drinking and raising glasses to life together with the woman he loved who had just accepted to be his eternal lover? What was or rather had happened? Where was Jasmine? So he kept on asking himself and everyone around him.A clear version to answer all these questions was; days prior to this, when he'd been leaving to go back into the city, Jasmine had demanded for some Valium pills to help her sleep. She had willfully deceived him, complaining about insomnia to convince him about getting her the
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