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With a roar, I throw my weight backwards, sending one of the men tumbling to the ground.
"Let her go!" I shout at my father. He doesn't even glance at me, his gaze fixed on Jasmine, full of hatred and suspicion. My chest tightens.
What has Jasmine ever done to him? I look into Jasmine's eyes, and all I see is pure terror. The gun in my father's hand seems to grow larger and more menacing by the second, and her chest heaves as she struggles for breath. I can feel my own heart pounding in my chest, a desperate urgency surging through me.
The rage and anger I feel toward my father begins to amplify.
Desperation fuels my movements as I lunge towards Jasmine, attempting to pry her away from the clutches of my father's men. But they're too strong, their grip on her too tight. I see the fear in her eyes and it breaks my heart.
"Get your hands off her!" I snarl at them, feeling utterly helpless.
"Got a soft spot for this one, do you?" one of the men taunts me, his grin sinister.
"Shut up," I snarl back, my fury rising.
"Enough!" my father roars, silencing everyone around us. His dark gaze meets mine, and for a moment, I see a flicker of something – doubt, perhaps – flash across his face. But it's gone as quickly as it came, replaced once again by that chilling detachment.
"Stay out of it, Dario," he warns me, his voice cold and menacing. "This is none of your concern."
"None of my concern?" I spit back, incredulous. "You're threatening to kill the woman I love, Father! How is that not my concern?"
"Love?" He scoffs, his eyes narrowing. "You barely know her."
"Enough to know that she doesn't deserve this," I counter, my voice filled with determination.
“Really? Even if you were to find out that she was a spy for Agenzia informazioni e sicurezza interna? You’d know and still love her, despite her being a spy? A traitor,” my father finally says, his voice low and dangerous?
My heart plummets in my chest, my stomach twisting with shock and disbelief. "What are you talking about?" I demand, my voice shaking as I look from him to Jasmine.
Jasmine stands there, trembling. My poor, innocent Jasmine. I will not allow her fate to be what was mother's and in this moment, pure rage filters through me.
"How dare you?" I turn to my father. "How dare you spin more lies to just get your way? I don't believe you. I don't trust you, father. She's a spy? That's impossible, unfathomable."
"Oh, don't be a fool. You'd question my virtues for a whore you just met?" my father snarls.
"Don't. You. Dare. Call. Her. A. Whore," I say through gritted teeth, my entire body shaking. "Don't you dare. Not after everything you've fucked up. And what virtues do you speak of, father? The one where you hid a mother's death from her son?"
"Dario," my father proclaims. "Don't let the curtain from past errors block the light on the problem right in front of you. She is a spy. She's got a handler too. Elena."
In that moment, the world around me shifts. Elena. The name sounds so familiar. I look at Jasmine, and see her paling. Elena was the woman who came to my apartment under the pretext of wanting help for charity when all this time, she was Jasmine's handler?
"Believe me now?" he taunts, smirking cruelly at me. "This woman you're so infatuated with… She's been feeding information to officials, working to bring us down."
The air suddenly feels thick and suffocating. My heart is beating out of my chest as my world shatters into a million pieces. Jasmine, the love of my life, a spy? The thought alone is enough to make me physically ill.
How could I have been so blind? How could I not see the signs? The signs were there all along.
She stuck by my side despite all the violence. Of course, looking back, what regular girl would do that? The way she fights, trained and calculative. The way she knew how to stay one step ahead of our enemies.
She's a spy.
I feel like I'm drowning in a sea of betrayal and hurt, unable to catch my breath. Everything I thought I knew has been turned upside down, leaving me lost and broken. My mind races with questions and doubts, each one more painful than the last.
But I can't focus on that right now. I need to hear her say it. For while she may be a spy, my father is a lying, conniving son of a gun.
"Tell me it's not true," I plead, desperation clawing at my throat as I search her eyes for the truth.
Jasmine hesitates for just a moment before she nods reluctantly, confirming my father's accusation. "Dario…"
