Xavier's POV
My eyes scan over the silky robe she is dressed in, showing a clear picture of her cleavage as she rolls over to one side while I take a drag of my cigarette.
I lean backwards in my chair, my eyes not leaving her as I continue to puff out the air and take in another drag just to get my mind occupied with something else other than the guilt I feel each time she is like this.
I don't want to think about anything else but the fact that she is Andre and my woman.
I don't want to think about her being Jasmine, a weak woman who wants to leave the second Andre is found. I don't even want to think about what would happen to her if she leaves and gets into Vicenzo's trap.
That bastard must have injected her with heroin.
My business also entails the shipment of drugs and weapons. The moment she lost consciousness, I knew it was a result of the drug from the day before.
