The rumbling of my stomach stole my attention yet again. For what appeared to be the zillionth time. The time on the clock read twelve after five. It'd been nine hours since I last ate. I hadn't had the chance to visit the cafeteria for obvious reasons. In hindsight, I scolded myself for being a complete moron. It was possible that Piccolo Maestro hadn't been there, since he sometimes went to fancy restaurants outside of Santigo with his friends. But no, my dumb self hadn't considered that. Fear had clouded my reasoning, such that I kept a fast for what was likely to be nothing. I forced my gaze back to the textbook. Doing this proved difficult because not only had the rumbling persisted, but also, a searing headache had hit me. I gave up and left the library. Grabbing my back from the stowing room, I skipped off, practically jogging to the bus station. I'd never been this hungry to the extent of not checking if Piccolo master's car was in the garage. Which happened to be my ritua

RINAWARNING!! TRIGGERING MATURE CONTENT AHEAD!!!!Something struck me, jerking me awake. Volumes upon volumes of air rushed into my nostrils as I gasped with my eyes wide open. After a few blinks, I became aware of what was going on. And what had rammed into me. Piccolo Maestro.Cold shivers swarmed my face and for a second, my heart stopped beating. On reflex, I flicked my gaze at the door, wondering whether I had stupidly believed it was locked. That was the only logical explanation for how Piccolo Maestro had made it here! I swept my gaze back at him. His chest, glittering with sweat, fuelled my anxiety. I gulped, making a mental note of how I'd leap from the bed and dash outside. I gulped again, wetting my lips and getting ready to make the leap. Okay. One…two, go! I plunged sideways, and fell flat on the bed. Piccolo Maestro had caught my leg. He pulled me back and forced me to look at him. His signature frown was present, but I could tell his eyes had something about them.

VINCENZOTRIGGERING MATURE SCENE AHEAD!!!Fuck, bang, sex Those were the only languages I could understand now. I needed to get down to business. Needed to relieve myself of this built-up urge. That appeared to be the only appeaser to the bad mood Padre had caused. I grabbed my phone and dialed up the one person that was readily available to satisfy me. Rina.She picked up. "To my lounge this minute."I was pumped. My heart raced and heat enveloped me. Taking off my shirt, I walked to the lounge and waited patiently for the bitch to come in. She finally arrived, and on her was the most outrageous piece of clothing I had ever seen. The uniform was several sizes larger; it succeeded in concealing the boobs and hips I knew she had.I burst out laughing, despite my aroused self. The bitch. "You think yourself to be wise, don't you?" I ran my eyes over her form. What a waste of time. "In your dumb mind, putting on a baggy uniform would keep me from touching you? Really?"A light frown

VINCENZOMy closet must be wondering what wrong it had done to have incurred my glare. Despite the pain around my brow, I didn't back down. Fumes shot out from my ears and nostrils. Hot, scalding fumes. I knew I couldn't do anything. As long as The Alpha retained his position, I wouldn't have my way. I'd always have to answer to him. Accepting defeat, I pulled the closet open and took out a dress bag. Padre had brought it in this morning. I hadn't bothered to know what was inside. No need. It was definitely a three-piece suit. I unzipped the bag and had my guesses right. It was the same type of suit I'd worn at previous parties. This was me looking like a bellboy tonight. I put the pants and the inner shirt on, leaving the rest of the outfit till when I was done with the hairdresser.As the young man slapped in gel and all whatnot on my hair, I seethed. The anger in me could burn down the entire building. Padre was stepping on my toes. He was—and I had almost reached my breaking

VINCENZOI didn't know how long I stood staring at the bench. That was the least of my worries. All I could see in my mind’s eye was Rina, laughing while that son of a bitch fondled her. Her giggle didn't annoy me as much as her nonchalance. She didn't care that her body was groped, milked raw, used! That fucking bitch was okay having Alessio touch her, but would weep each time I made a move. I shut my eyes to block the image. Steam blew from my nostrils and ears. Alessio. He had the effrontery to talk back to me. He'd looked me in the eye and challenged me to a fight in my very own house. My territory. Was anything more insulting than that? Was there?My breathing had been normalized, but the fury in me still blazed hot. It had mounted to the brim; in a matter of seconds, it'd spill. Rina. That girl...that damn girl was trying my patience. A mirthless chuckle left my lips. She underestimated my power. Yes. I'd been so fucking lenient that she took me for a fool. That, however