Chapter 3

• How indeed.
• That night, I managed to successfully sneak out of the house through my window in my skimpy red dress and six-inch heels. I already knew Ted Bianchi, local mobster boss who wouldn’t dare to cross my father, was going to be at the club that evening. My friend Micky, who works as a bartender, called me an hour earlier to let me know when he arrived. And I was right on time because it turned out that while Ted Bianchi was sitting at the bar, some of the strippers were already eyeing him, batting their fake lashes rapidly at him. As if that would get a man like Bianchi to call them.
• I know a lot about mafia men, I know what they like. They like a bold woman and Ted Bianchi was no different from any other mobster that I know. The moment I stepped into the neon-lit club, all eyes were on me.
• I’ve always been the main character. Trust me. I know I’m pretty, stunning. The combination of Dad’s Italian dark good looks and Mom’s feminine afro magic is a perfect combination in me. I’m what you call effortlessly gorgeous. So, yes, I already expected all eyes to be on me when I stepped into the club and, yes, Ted Bianchi looked too, and just as I expected, he’s not the kind of man to do a double take, but I know he was aware of my every move that night.
• I played my cards right. I had my fun flirting with the other slobbering men who couldn’t tear their gazes from my boobs and when I was done playing with them, I slowly made my way to the bar and ordered a drink and, while I waited for Micky to make my drink, I headed straight for where Bianchi was sitting.
• A silly little beached blonde stripper stood beside him, bent over at the waist as she whispered sweet nothings into his ear. I mean he’s kind of a huge deal among the lowest of the low, so I can understand why she was putting so much effort into pressing her fake boobs into his arm as she ran her tongue over the rim of his ear.
• I rolled my eyes. That’s the oldest trick in the book, but I’ve learned that not every guy’s ears is sensitive, so it’s best not to make any assumptions. Guys love to think they are in control, so they love a dumb girl. One who acts like she doesn’t know what to do.
• Ask, listen and do.
• I stopped beside Bianchi and rested my elbows on the sticky bar counter, making sure that my boobs, perky as they were, were open for all to see.
• “Do you want to get out of here?” I asked, managing to make my voice both low and sultry, a Herculean task because the music was so loud I could barely even hear myself.
• He made no sign to show that he heard me, simply lifted his glass and took a large gulp of whiskey. I knew from the moment he didn’t take a second glance at me that he had been watching me all night without making it obvious.
• Good.
• If I get him to f*ck me tonight, then Aliyah and Monica will finally shut up about whether or not I can get any guy I want or if the boys at school are just horny and eager to f*ck me.
• Finally, he set his glass down and turned fully to face me and his eyes went immediately to my boobs. He licked his lips and I smiled.
• “Well?”
• His dark eyes made a slow journey from my boobs to my face and then they narrowed.
• “You are Luca Castello’s daughter, aren’t you?” he asked, his voice hard.
• F*ck!
• I managed to keep my smile on my face, but I felt my face go stiff with anger. Sorry Dad, but I’ve got a bet to win. I can’t have my best friends question my ability to get any man I want.
• “I’ve never heard of that man in my life,” I lied.
• Bianchi snorted. “Sure.” And he turned away and began to talk to the blonde who had been staring daggers at me. I stared at Bianchi’s broad back, knowing that he had just effectively dismissed me without a word.
• I rolled my eyes at the memory as I replied to Aliyah’s text. ‘I’ll tell you all about it at school tonight.’
• Just then, I heard the sound of heavy footsteps on the stairs coming to a stop outside my door. There was a soft polite knock.
• “Come in Uncle Lucky,” I called out.
• He opened the door a crack and peeped in. “Are you ready, Little Lucy?” he asked.
• I jumped off my bed and slid my feet into my kitten-heel shoes, grabbed my luxury purse off my bedside table and did a spin.
• “Do I look ready or not?”
• Lucky laughed. “Your mother will have a fit if she sees that skirt,” he tilted his head toward my mini skirt with the sl*t up the left thigh, doing his best not to stare for too long.
• I rolled my eyes. “Ugh, she complains about every little thing.”
• Lucky laughed, opening the door wider as I made my way toward him. He paused, blocking my path for a moment. “You make her worry a lot about you, your Dad too. He worries a lot about you.”
• “They have no need to worry. It’s not like I’m a hooker or anything, neither do I do drugs so…” I shrugged. “Besides it’s my last senior year. I can’t wait to get out of here away from Mom’s constant bickering.”
• Lucky opened his mouth to say something, and he looked like he was about to reprimand me, but he shut his mouth and when he spoke again he asked, “And your papa?”
• I love Dad a lot, but look, I have as much patience and self-control as a puppy. I have a life to live, and I’m not going to live it under the ever-watchful eyes of my parents just because I’m their only child!
• “Dad will understand,” I shot back at Lucky. “Now are you going to take me to school now or do you have more questions to ask me?”
• He smiled and stepped back for me to pass. “Come on, Little Lucy.”
• As I stepped past him, I rolled my eyes. “I’m not little anymore.”
• Lucky laughed. “You will always be little.”
• When I got downstairs, Dad was waiting in the living room with Mom beside him. I smiled as I made my way toward them.
• “Last year of high school!”
• “And I’m so proud of you, baby,” Dad groaned as he pulled me into a tight hug and kissed my hair.
• Mom, for her misgivings about me, also hugged me tightly. She had tears in her eyes as she kissed my cheeks and forehead.
• ”I can’t believe you’re no longer a baby anymore,” she cried.
• “18 and all grown up,” I declared, raising my hands and laughing.
• “Hmm mhmm but look at that outfit…”
• “Ugh,” I groaned. “Mooommmm, you just said I wasn’t a baby anymore. I can wear whatever I want to wear.”
• “To school?” she pushed.
• “Yeah duh, Principal Jorge isn’t complaining! Dad look, mom is picking on me again!”
• Dad chuckled. He didn’t say anything about my dress, but I know he’s thinking about Mom’s concern too. However, Dad would never complain about anything I do as much as Mom does, so I flashed him my sweetest smile and hugged them both again.
• “I have to go now. I’ll call you both when I get to school,” I promised.
• “You make sure you do that, young lady,” Mom called out as I hurried out of the front door. “We’ll miss you!”
• “I know! But on the bright side, I won’t have to hear you guys have s*x anymore.”
• They both blushed, laughing as they made their way to the door to wave goodbye.
• Alone at last, I settled down in the car and finally checked the boys slobbering like hungry dogs in my DM.
• Toby: Can't wait to see you...
• Stefan: Lucyyyyy
• Mackie: Can't wait to see you Lucyyyy.
• That's just to mention a few of the adoring puppies, hoping they'll be lucky to see my p*ssy this year.
• And then there's Devon. I don't know what we are, but we f*ck when I need a good banging. To him, we are probably a couple - I mean everyone in school thinks we're dating because we walk around school together, he kisses me in class, and he puts his arms around my shoulders.
• But yeah, whatever we are... I guess we're f*ck buddies. It works for us.
• I tapped on his message.
• Devon: You've not been f*ck*ng other guys, have you?
• I smiled and replied to his message, 'What if I have?'
• He replied immediately. 'Daddy's going to have to punish you,' he responded with a purple devil emoji.
• I rolled my eyes before sending my reply because I know that Devon is all talk and no action. Sure, he fucks well for a boy his age, but then I do most of the work for his selfish *ss. He only cares about his own satisfaction and nothing else.
• Men!
• 'How will you punish me, daddy?' I replied, indulging in his game even though I already knew his generic answer - I'll spank you, f*ck you until you're dry, and you beg me to stop and then...
• 'You'll beg me for more,' he replied.
• See?
• Why am I not bored with this boring, wannabe bad boy you might ask? Well, maybe because of who his father is.
• I mean he's Devon George, son of Henry George V, yeah, Royal ancestry, foreign ambassador and a multimillionaire businessman. And I'm a mafia princess and the daughter of a multimillionaire. We are a match made in heaven.
• 'Oh that sounds so hot baby,' I replied, another generic response to Devon's generic teasing. 'I can't wait.'
• At least that wasn't a lie. It's been a while since I've had s*x and all my holiday hook ups were disappointing. They either thought I was too young or, worse, they knew who my father was and feared his wrath. So yes, I'm starving to have someone's c*ck in my *ss again and Devon will have to do.
• The journey to school was a 5-hour drive from Tuscany. I spent the drive scrolling through my phone because once I get to school I'll have only a limited time to chat.
• It was evening when Lucky pulled up in front of the huge gates, but it wasn't too dark for me not to notice the green-eyed hottie in the other lane waiting to be admitted into the school compound. I leaned forward in my seat to get a better look at him through the half-rolled down window.
• My God! Those green eyes will take me to heaven before his c*ck does. But he looked too old to be a student. He looked like he was in his early forties or something, yet there was no denying the hot, s*xy masculine aura.
• Wow! Too bad he's not a student. Probably the Dad of one of the new juniors.
• He turned and said something to someone sitting beside him, probably his kid, and then laughed. He turned to face the gate again, frowned and turned toward our car.
• I quickly looked away.
• I can never be caught staring. Men stare at me. It's never the other way around.
• Anyway, our car was allowed through first, and I caught a glimpse of the passenger side but couldn't see its occupant.
• D*mn!
• Too bad I couldn't get to see Mr. Hottie again, but you know, I'll always have other boys to play with and who knows, maybe there will be new blood, a new fruit just ripe for the picking.
• I'll be picking.