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Chapter 16 - chapter 16

I sat in the private jet, the most impatient and scared I had ever been. It had been well over an hour since Matteo left. I was not a nail-biter, but I was highly considering it now.

I couldn't call my dad. I didn't want to. I had seen enough movies to know that it would be a horrible situation if someone's phone were to ring while they were in hiding. I imagined my father hiding somewhere, unaware of the hazard that was his phone in his pocket. If I called and it rang…

I shook my head to get rid of the thoughts. I had stayed put for one hour. Thirty more minutes with no sign of my father or Matteo and I would take a taxi and head back.

I had texted Luciano to let him know what was happening, just as Matteo had instructed. He simply read the texts and sent no reply. Everyone was leaving me on the edge of my seat, and I didn't like it.

It did give me enough time to think about the life I wanted and the life I had now. I was getting close to the life I wanted each day, slowly working towards my goals, but I couldn't help but feel like a major setback would be the whole thing I had going on with Luciano.

I asked myself what I would do if my reputation got stained by association with him and I didn't have anyone who wanted to do business with me. Heck, I could even lose my father!

I had to request for a termination of the contract, fast.

Matteo got into the private jet, pulling a limp body behind him by a tie around his wrists.

The man's face was swollen with cuts and potential bruises all over his face, but that was the least of my priorities.

"How's my dad? Is he okay? Is he hurt? Can I call him now?" I took my phone and started to dial his number.

"Don't call him just yet. When we get back to Vegas, you can. Let him sit this one out. I managed to convince him that everything he was told by this bastard—" he kicked the limp guy in the ribs, "—was a lie. I told him you rejected his advances and that's why he wanted to attack you. You know, creepy alcoholic stalker narrative."

My body deflated and sank into the couch as I sighed in relief. Now, fully taking the attacker's physical features into account, I frowned.

"He's not familiar." I shook my head.

"That's because he was sent from Italy." Sitting down and placing his foot on the stomach of the attacker, Matteo grabbed his phone and started to type aggressively as the plane took off.

 

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Two times, the unfamiliar guy had reached consciousness and those two times, Matteo had beaten him back to unconsciousness.

By the time we got back to Vegas, Matteo had received direct orders from Luciano to take me to his house and not my apartment, like originally planned.

I was welcomed by Benjamin in a pair of boxers and a white shirt with a plate of prawn pasta in his hands. The image didn't faze me anymore as I was already familiar with his antics.

"You okay there, Jasmine?" He raised a brow as he watched my tired form go limp on the couch.

"Not really. I just wanna talk to my dad and figure out what to do next." Like finding a way to terminate the contract I had signed with the devil.

"Luciano will be here in a second. Where's Matteo?" He looked around in search.

"Outside with the attacker." At my words, he strutted out in search of Matteo.

"You okay, kid?" The sound of Dad's worried voice had tears running down my cheeks. I sniffled, trying hard for my voice to not break when I spoke.

"Are you alright? God, I'm so sorry for everything." I didn't know what I would do if he was hurt because of me. My mom died because of me and now…

"Don't be. You did nothing wrong. I heard everything. You need to be careful with these people out there, especially when you work where you work. I'm alright. I just need to know that you're fine."

"I'm fine, really. I just got back to Vegas," I announced.

"Be careful, Jasmine."

"I will." I nodded, as if he could see me.

Luciano walked in the same moment I hung up, a look of annoyance and distaste on his face as he unbuttoned the two first buttons on his shirt.

"We need to talk." I stood up as he approached me.

"We do." He nodded.

"You can go first." I gestured for him to take the floor.

"I apologize for the inconvenience this has caused. I'll be sure to compensate you for the damages." I stood there, waiting for him to say anything else.

"That's it?" I raised a brow.

"That's it," he confirmed.

"I'd like to request for a termination of contract." He seemed shocked by my words. I was genuinely surprised by his shock. Surely, he had to have expected it. Did he seriously think I would agree to keep going that way?

"Do you have a valid reason for that?" he asked me, and Ialmost laughed at that question.

"If the fact that my father's apartment just got broken into and that he could have died is not a valid reason, I don't know what you would call a valid reason, Luciano."

My tone was clipped, straightforward. I was matter-of-fact about everything I said, and I would not let him slip away like a fish without a satisfactory feedback.

"I'll take it into consideration when you show up with a written request. It was stated in the contract, in case you forgot." He started to walk away.

"Before that, I'd like to make a deal." He stopped walking up the stairs. He turned around, revealing his mischievous smile at the mention of a deal. Dangle a deal in front of the Capo and he would salivate.

"What does this deal entail?" He tilted his head to the side, suspicious.

"Tonight, you'll have sex with me and reward me, handsomely, as originally planned. Nothing less than a million dollars. Tomorrow morning, you'll grant me a contract termination and we'll go our separate ways. That way, I won't have to scramble for my life just because I have ties with you." When he didn't say a thing in response, I continued. "My room, tonight. Ten o'clock. If you're a minute later than midnight, I'll agree that you don't want to make the deal."

He turned without a word and went upstairs.