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𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 4

"𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑀𝑟 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒....𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝐼'𝑚 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ~~ 𝑆𝑜𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑎 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑣

Sophia

It has been exactly three days ever since the incident with Mr Morte, I had been so packed up with school stuff and thankfully Earl, Theresa and Silvana were back.

"It's a good thing we're leaving this school this year. I don't think I'll survive another year here." Theresa smacked her lips, together... enhancing the beauty of her angelic face with the use of her lips gloss as she held the mirror straight in front of Earl.

"I heard the new students are hot as hell." Earl mumbled.

"Do not date Junior students Earl, it's a turndown. I wonder how many gays you can find in this school." Silvana sighed.

I outlined the wrong conversation I was reading in my textbook with my red marker, and outlining the right one with my blue marker.

"Are you listening to us Sophia." Silvana snapped her fingers at me.

I sighed.

"I'm trying to make sure I don't falter my A's this semester Silver." I said, and she glared at me.. about to open her mouth but I beat her to it first. "Enzo will be at the club." I said.

In as much as I didn't want my best friend, to be messed up with my brothers business, there was no denying the way Silvana felt for Enzo.

"That means we'll be going to the club tonight?" Earl asked.

"Oh, it's not a gay club Earl. It's for women." Theresa said, giving a one last touch to her face.

"I'm still coming."

"He's still coming." I confirmed and we all nodded, grabbing our bags and leaving the canteen.

~••~

The club was booming with music as we walked in. I was dress in a red strapless gown and a black boots that went up to my knee.

I had a light makeup on and my hair was spread out on my back and face.

"Let's fuck anything and everything we see today up, who's with me?" Theresa raised her hand up and I rolled my eyes.

There was no way I was getting laid tonight. Enzo would be here soon and I didn't want to lose my virginity to just any guy I met in the club.

"Oh, I forgot that you're still a child." Theresa mumbled, as she pinched my cheek.

I glared at her. She was wearing a short black leather skirt and a yellow crop top with the same shoe as mine, we were all wearing the same shoe...well except for Earl who was checking every hot guy that walked into the club out.

"Stop doing that." I snapped at him.

Everyone here was either hot, dangerous and in the mafia. Although my friends new about me being a Mafia princess but they still treated me right.

"Let's dance." Theresa mumbled, grabbing my hand as we walked to the dance floor.

The song playing was my favorite and I twirled around.

"You seem high." Silvana nudged at me.

"Do I?" I chuckled, twerking and rolling my hips.

"Damn! I would be a beast just staring at you if I was straight." Earl said.

We bursted into laughter.

"Oh my God, he's here." Silvana gasped, as she left us on the stage, going to the door.

I stopped. Watching her walk to Enzo.

I could see Enzo walking away even when she followed him.

God! I didn't want to lose my best friend because my brother wasn't interested in her.

"She's whipped." Earl mumbled.

"And he doesn't even care." Theresa snorted.

"Your brother is an ass Sophia." She mumbled again, as she turned behind me, holding my waist as we danced to the music.

"I know." I said, as I twerked harder.

"Roll it that way baby. Show them who's the vixen here. They can look but can't touch." She half yelled, slapping my ass as she hyped me to dance harder.

"Who wants a drink? Cause I want one." Earl said.

"I want one." I muttered.

"Me too." Theresa raised her hand and that way...we walked to the bar.

"I'm going to head over to the restroom. Keep my drink and don't you dare..." I trailed off, raising it to my mouth and she smiled..

"Aye aye captain."

I smiled walking away towards the bathroom.

"Hey."

"Hey you too." I mumbled as Enzo came in front of me.

"What is it?"

"Leave before Dad comes, he's coming in by Eleven." He said and I sighed, nodding my head.

He walked away and I sighed, proceeding to the bathroom.

I paused at the door of the female restroom when I felt someone behind me.

I turned and my suspicion was correct as I saw someone in the shadows of the hallway.

I tensed.

Even in the darkness of the hallways. There was no way I didn't point out who it was.

L'Angelo.

I had seen the man twice, just two times..but he's frame was already implanted in my head.

He took another step, then another and another...till he was right under the light, close to me.

"L'Angelo." I called blinking my eyes, as I bit my lips... preventing the memory of that night from rushing into my head.

"Hmm." He hummed, walking close, till there was no space left out in between of us.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"Your father and I had some serious business to attend to and we were meeting up here tonight." He answered, lifting his long tattooed finger to play with the necklace that settled on the top of my cleavage.

"Hmm.." I nodded. "And you're done?"

"I'm leaving. Your father had the guts to leave me waiting. He'll regret that." He mumbled, twirling the necklace as his finger brushed my breast every now and then.

"Don't hurt my father." I whispered.

He frowned.

"You should be worried about yourself right now and not that old man." He said.

"Mr father isn't old Mr L'Angelo." I said, my eyes fixed on the finger that was now stroking my upper chest and brushing my cleavage.

He tilted my head up and pulled me closer with just the tip of his finger and claimed my lips as if it was his to claim...not that I was objecting to it.

He was so hot...to resist.

It was hard, firm and so nice as he separated my lips and probed his tongue into my mouth.

I moaned at the tingling sensation deep down my stomach.

His other hand moved down and grabbed my butt.

He pecked my lips and pulled away.

"Tommorow...I want you to twerk for me like you did outside, and I want it up close with no clothes on." He said, and smirked...before walking away.

My eyes shut close.

I had L'Angelo Morte ravish me in front of the female restroom and in my father's club...

I looked up and my eyes widened at the white round object that was staring at me.

A CCTV?

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

TBC

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