Page 20 of Veiled Vows

ROMAN

Two weeks later, Jasmine sits across from me with her father presenting some interesting logistical changes to how we bring shipments overseas, and I can only think about one thing.

She’s in love with someone else.

That sentence has fed my curiosity ever since the party announcing our sudden engagement. I shouldn’t care. Jasmine isn’t mine in any shape or form; she’s merely a tool to help me keep my family safe until it’s my time to slaughter them all. She’s a woman with her own goals and desires, so why does it bug me so much that she’s in love with someone else?

I looked into her social background but couldn’t find any boyfriend or girlfriend. The only romantic partner she comes close to is her best friend’s boyfriend, but they don’t even seem to like one another. The rest of the time, she’s at home with her mother or at work with her father.

Is she in love with herself?

If that’s what she was implying then it’s a very clear message for me to back off, but that’s difficult because she flirted back with me. It was light and loose, but knowing she was in the bathwhile on the phone with me was rather exciting. The same kind of excitement as having her pressed against me in that closet with the overwhelming risk that someone could catch us at any second.

Jasmine tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and slides another folder across to my father. While Santino’s face is calm, I detect the hints of frustration lingering in the corners of his eyes and the restrained anger each time his lip twitches. He’s not used to a woman laying out the rules for him. After the party, he made it clear that the wedding was not going to happen, and he stood his ground until the official congratulations flooded in from every notable Mafia family in New York.

Now he’s trapped, and watching him squirm brings me a particularly sweet delight. I presented the wedding in such a way that he could take credit, which he did at the time because when put on the spot, he had no other choice. But behind closed doors, his desire to tear the engagement to shreds was strong and likely would have won out if not for the Mancinis personally sending someone with gifts.

My father may be cocky and arrogant, but he won’t spit directly in the face of the Mancinis. He’ll do it in private like everyone else.

Enzo, however, seems perfectly relaxed and agreeable about the whole thing, including the ideas Jasmine presents about shipments. He’s taught her well, and either he’s really laid back or he’s putting on a fantastic mask to hide behind.

“Well?” Jasmine clasps her hands together. “I think you’ll find these terms more than agreeable.”

“Agreeable?” Santino leans forward and I tense up. “You’re asking me to carve out a section of my livelihood to make way for your blundering ideas.”

“Hardly a sacrifice,” Jasmine replies smoothly. “It’s only been part of your livelihood for six years. Do you get that comfortable so easily?”

My father’s face hardens into stone as his hand curls into such a tight fist that the creak of his knuckles is alarmingly audible. “Six years is alifetime, little girl,” he grinds out between clenched teeth.

“What my father means to say,” I interrupt quickly. “Is that your plan is bold. And you’re correct, appeasing the Yakuza would give us a straight line to a more profitable drug deal. But settling things with the Yakuza may be more difficult since we don’t have issues with them. You’re asking us to sabotage a good deal in order to make up for their wrongdoings to you and your family.”

Jasmine’s eyes narrow.

“But,” I continue on quickly. “The prospect of abetterdeal is what we should focus on because let’s be honest, why let the Yakuza earn more money when we could pocket it ourselves?”

Jasmine relaxes a fraction as her pleasant smile returns. “Exactly.”

“Leave this with me,” Santino says gruffly. “I need to speak to my son.”

Jasmine shoots me a brief, curious look as she stands, then she’s led out of the room with her father by one of our guards. The door is barely closed when he slams his fist on the table.

“I swear I would be in the ground before that cunt sat across from me and told me what to do!”

“Dad—”

“Don’t you dare!” He turns to me, anger blazing in his eyes. “This is your fucking fault!”

“I know. I know. But I saw an opportunity and I took it. We’ve been over this.”

“What opportunity?” He throws his hands up and stands so abruptly that his chair clatters back. “All I see is the enemy at my dinner table because of you.”

“And they will stay there, don’t you see?” Rising, I follow him to the drinks cart. “As long as they are here making plans with us, they aren’t out there making war. And as soon as that ring is on her finger then her family becomes my family. Our family. I will remain the patriarch and she will fall in line under me.”

“Will she?” Glasses clink and clatter as he pours his drink. “Are you sure about that?”

“I am. I know women like her. And if she resists, then it’s more fun for me.” The words turn my stomach, but they appease my father’s cruel streak, and within a few sips, he starts to calm.

“You’re balancing on a blade, Roman. One wrong move and…” He shakes his head, clicking his teeth.

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