CHAPTER 7

Alessandro

I had no idea if the shock on Gia’s face was because Matteo spilled their secret or if it was caused by Matteo spouting bullshit.

I’d made it clear to all students that Gia Rossi was off-limits. Even she knew it, though her lying eyes said otherwise. I ruled this academy and reserving her cherry for one hot fucking night was my prerogative.

Fucking Matteo. He wouldn’t back down and I didn’t want the trouble he caused. That meant I had to act quickly and put his ugly face in the dirt until he agreed breathing was more important than fucking with me.

I’d known he had the numbers. Ours was a beast eat dog mentality and our lives would be exactly this way when we left here. Those who sided with him wanted the fight and didn’t care about who won. If they did, they wouldn’t back Matteo.

I’d toned things down since the last clash with the crew that got me and mine into too much fucking trouble. Now the sharks were at my door and if I wanted to hold my place at the top, I would need to fight for it.

Matteo had put together his new crew from the worst bullies on campus. Like I said, I’d tangled with each of them early on for some of the shit they pulled. Now they kept most of their harassment to the younger classmen. If I didn’t get wind of it, they were on their own. I remembered freshman year. It made you or broke you. They had to figure it out themselves. By the time students reached sophomore year, they understood the dynamics of who was in charge. That’s when they started coming to me to fix problems. It would never matter what I did, one side wouldn’t like it.

After three years, that side now stood with Matteo.

They would regret it and come back with their tails between their fucking legs. He was scum and if you were smart, you sterilized scum.

Me and my crew took off after I was sure Matteo left. No way was I leaving him in the hall with Gia. Other than fuck me for her first time and falling in love with me, I didn’t really care what she did and I didn’t have time to worry about her. Our day was coming just like the confrontation with Matteo. The only difference was with her it would be a hell of a lot more satisfying for my dick.

Gabe and Lorenzo stayed behind to keep an eye on the party. Besides Marino, they were the only two I really trusted. They would alert me when Gia left and if Matteo came back.

My goal for the weekend started with a few lines of C. I used alcohol and green to complement the ride.

“San,” Marino said. “We need to handle Romano.” He took a hit from one of his endless supply of joints.

He rarely went for anything stronger and he would never imbibe as heavily as I did. When I went for sheer fucking bliss, I could still function. Marino became a bull in a China shop and simply wanted to fight. I’d heard rumors his Pop was the same way. I’d never seen him so much as take a drink. Marino knew the life he had coming and I wished he would get wild and not let this year go to waste.

If anything, he took his responsibility more personal and his lighter side was harder to find. It bothered me because Marino was nothing like the assholes here. He played a good game but I knew his secrets and I protected them.

“We will take care of Matteo soon,” I answered him.

“What’s the plan?” he asked because he knew my brain was doing its thing.

“Kill him.”

“The actual plan.” The look in his eyes said he agreed with my first assessment.

“Just me and Matteo. I owe him.”

“I should go for you.”

I’d turned slightly but jerked back. “Matteo is my fucking problem and he’s made it personal.”

“The Rossi bitch?”

“The Rossi bitch,” I said with finality.

His hand clapped down on my back twice. He understood. He knew I kept my eye on her and he knew why I saved her pussy for senior year. She was older and so much more of a challenge now than she’d been in the beginning. Her large doe eyes did me in freshman year and didn’t help the hate I needed to feel. I saw her damned fear.

She changed quickly. Sharks smelled blood in the water and Rochester was made up of nothing but sharks. Sharks had a hierarchy system and the ones on the bottom were eaten. Slowly, I watched Gia change into the woman she would be one day. If my father didn’t take his revenge out on her, she might make adulthood. I had my own plans for the ice princess. A little revenge, a lot of hot fucking sex, and one special gift so she would know that one day, I would come for her father.

“Are we fucking partying or do you want to find a couple receps to relieve some stress?” Marino asked hopefully.

He hated my sullen weekends when I just wanted to escape.

“Partying relieves my stress but you go on. I’m not leaving the dorm unless I’m needed to handle Matteo.”

Marino walked to the game console and carried over headsets and controllers. His smirk let me know I wasn’t getting out of it.

“We need to raise your kill-death stats.”

“Because yours are through the roof does not mean mine need to be better.” It was me whining this time.

“Bacha ma culo, put your money where your mouth is, fucker.”

Like I’d ever kiss his ass.

He kicked mine. It wouldn’t say much for him as my future bodyguard if he didn’t. Neither Matteo nor Gia ruined my blackout weekend. It passed too fucking fast.