Fourteen

Something rang inside the silent room and Marcello shot someone an instant death glare.

"I will shove it down your throat if it doesn't quiet down while I think!"

"Sorry boss." One of the boys rushed out to answer his call.

Marcello thought, for long and hard: Where could she have come from? How had she ended up there? Why was fate fucking a trick on him.

In the last five years he'd used to build his empire, his world, his life, Marcello thought he had prepared himself for anything and everything that could possibly be thrown at him. He was positive he could face all obstacles, any threats: he was the biggest and most ruthless gang leader of the time; nothing could possibly bring him down: well, until a human being who had so much affected his buried innermost feelings at a certain point of his life which he had chosen to bury; until the girl named Jasmine, a split second romantic interest turned out to be his priso