Chapter 3 For you

“I have to go,” Jasmine interrupts me. "But yes, I'll look for you." a little after ten. Be ready and wear all black. I do not want to be View. And don't worry about supplies. I'll take care of it. - In Then she walks down the hallway and out the double doors, heading to home spend the day. "Why are we wasting our time?" you know she will be come back with him tomorrow when he calls to curse her out for what we'll do tonight. Emily sighs. "Got anything better to do?" - I ask. She goes to answer, but a phone rings. My heart races as I look down at my hand, hoping that be Luca. —Ugh. She stomps her foot when she realizes it's hers. My teeth grind. Why do I do this? Why do I allow him to leave it like that? Why do I care so much when it's so clear he does not care? Ping. Ping. "Who the hell is blowing up your phone?" - I ask frustrated. — Your mother? Your parents are very strict. They don't know how wild your little girl. She always pretended to be the innocent one in our inner circle. Even now, as a sophomore in college, she waits until they go to bed and then sneaks out to all the parties. I don't know how she hasn't got caught. Even my mother has been lying to cover for her before. jasmine also. Eventually, her mom will catch on and forbid her to date her. people. Ping. Ping. We stop and she shoves the books into my chest. I let out a breath of air, trying not to let them fall along with mine. "Who the hell knows." she growls, dropping her bag to the ground and taking it out. the phone from the side pocket. Ping. “It's Bones. She sighs as her blue eyes roam the screen. -Course is. "I turn mine over." She can do that motherfucker text her, but I can't get the guy I love recognize me. She slings her backpack over her shoulder and types. "He wants me to go fnd him." before the start of baseball practice. "For a quickie?" - Question. “And, you have to stop jumping around. in him. You are at your disposal every minute of the day. — I've never seen one girl whipped with dick. It's really pathetic. And the truth is that she don't even love the guy. She is simply obsessed with his dick. And he with his pussy. His blue eyes stare at me with a challenge, and I stiffen, knowing what what's to come. "Do you want to be the pot or the kettle?" His words make me hate Luca Bianchi even more. Curse you. — Is different. -Explain to me. She arches a perfectly dark brow. while pushing your hips out. I can not. The only difference is that I love the guy who uses me. Sighing, she adds, "I'm sorry, I... -He is well. ’ I wave at her. It's not her fault I'm upset. Or that Luca forgot about me. She bites her pink painted bottom lip. Her blue eyes fall from turns to look at her phone, and I see her fghting the battle of telling him to go to hell or fnd him to fuck his brains out. “His dick can't be that good,” I argue. She yanks the books out of my arms. "He's been through a lot." thing now. Bones is... for lack of a better word, a fucking idiot! all world knows him and his three friends as the Dark Kings, and they are all arrogant shit. Titan, Cross, and Bones are all seniors with Luca. Grave, Bones' younger brother, is a junior. The Kings are like Luca, will take over from their parents and rule the world. Emily, Jasmine and I chose to stay because we didn't want to leave each other behind. We knew this day would come eventually, but we're trying postpone as long as we can. "And your pussy is his therapist?" - I ask. Ping. -I gotta go. She runs down the hall, resolute. The Ping disappears when she leaves me to go meet him in the men's locker room to suck your dick. With a sigh, I grab the black leather strap of my Louis backpack. white Vuitton Discovery and turn the corner, heading for the library. THE Most students are done for the day, but I stay late on Fridays. to teach a one-hour tutoring class. I always got an A. And when the yearschool started, I discovered that some children in my classes did not were totally ready for the curriculum, so I volunteered to be tutor them. Up the frst fight of stairs, my leather Louboutin Mary Janes black hitting the white tile hard. Turning the corner, I head to next, when a book slips from my hands. he goes down the steps, making a loud slapping noise that ricochets down the halls abandoned. -Shit. "I run after him. And I bend over to pick it up, but someone comes forward. I look up from my crouched position to the man standing before me. He holds my book in one hand and his cell phone in the other. I stand up and snatch my book from his hands. "It's good to see you not lost your phone. "Then I turn and start walking away from him, stomping on the second fight of stairs. “Haven…” He grabs my arm, pulling me to a stop. I turn to face him, pulling out of his grip. -Not start. “I didn't have any cell service where I was,” he explains, his big dark eyes begging her to forgive him. I do not forgive. But now I know he was out in the desert or forest somewhere. Probably helping your father bury a body. Or two. Your father considers this as close as possible to a bond. but what you wait when your father is a Don, the leader of the Italian-American Mafa? I wish that had stopped me from falling in love with him. Unfortunately, by the time I found out, it was already too early. that's the thing scary about love; he blurs the lines of right and wrong. You chooses to ignore what it must question because it is dangerous and exciting at the same time. "How long have you been back?" - Demand. Climbing the three steps, he closes the distance between us, forcing me to look at him even though he is on the step below me. he hates the people looking at it for whatever reason. Reaching out his hand, he pulls the strap of my backpack off my shoulder. I'll get. —Luca… But he grabs my arm, stopping me from bending over. -One hour. — He answers my previous question and cups my face in his hand. hot. My breathing starts to quicken. The feeling in my chest does my thighs tighten. Not! I will not allow him to do this to me. "I knew you had private lessons, so I came straight here to see you. When I look at his freshly shaved face, I know he's showered. recently. I can still smell the lingering citrus scent of your body wash on your fawless skin. The guy is too handsome to be real.It's really unfair. He has his father's jet black hair. Usually he wears it high and loose in the middle and shorter on the sides, but now it's slicked back. And he has dark eyes, but not so as dark as those of his father or brother. They are framed with long dark lashes. A chiseled jaw. Dressed in a black T-shirt tights and dark jeans, he looks absolutely delicious. His late grandfather was Italian, but his father was born in New York and lived there until moving to Las Vegas when he was fourteen. where mr. Bianchi met Luca's mother. His father owned a business very large concrete, and concrete is useful when you have bodies that can be hidden under the new foundations being poured daily. Nobody ever came and told me, but I connected the dots. Your father wanted access to properties to hide evidence and bodies, and he got it when he married Luca's mother. I did my research on Mafia, they marry for power. In some cases, this even means marry blood relatives. But her father went back to New York when Luca was ten years old, leaving Luca and his brothers here. He knew that they would take care of his orders in Vegas while he was able to control New York. He was able to cover more ground that way. All part of his plan to take over the world. He wraps his free hand around my waist and pulls me closer. him. I don't walk away. Fuck, I'm as bad as Emilee. Whipped by stick. The good dick will make a girl stupid. I should become one lesbian. “I have to go,” I tell him, but I make no move to get away. “Cancel,” he whispers, his lips inches from mine. Mine heart starts to beat faster, knowing he wants to spend a time with me. You stupid bitch. -I can not... -Yes you can. His head dips into my neck and he kisses the sensitive spot behind my ear. My head falls back and I moan, but I interrupt in case a colleague is around. -I have miss you. He licks my neck down to the shell of my ear. "I thought about you the whole time I was away." His voice drops to a I grunt and feel his hard cock against my belly as he rubs your hips against me.