Page 32 of Vicious Games

“Bullshit,” he snorts. “You look like the kind of guy thatgetstutored, not the other way around.”

“Gee, thanks for the ego boost, kid.”

“Anytime, fuckface.” He grins, showing a gap where a tooth used to be.

I can’t help but laugh until I hear two sets of footsteps approaching—one belonging to the nun and the other to Frankie, who ditched her school uniform and swapped it for an oversized, holey knit sweater that barely covers her thick thighs and clings loosely over a pair of tight leggings that hug her long legs. The sweater hangs off one shoulder, revealing the thin strap of a white tank top beneath and a glimpse of her creamy porcelain skin, dusted with tiny freckles like constellations scattered across a night sky.

Okay, maybe Enzo was right.

Maybesheishot, with all those curves and her untamed blonde hair that flows effortlessly down her back.

Too bad her personality does a damn good job of camouflaging it.

“Thank you, Sister Betty. I’ll take it from here,” Frankie says to the nun with a smile, throwing a wink at Darius before ruffling his hair.

The kid beams at her, and the second the nun turns her back, he points two fingers at his eyes, then at me—a silentI’m watching you.

I almost laugh at his sass.

Almost.

If it weren’t for the girl currently glaring daggers at me.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” she growls, slamming a hand against my chest and shoving me back into the door. “You can’t just show up at someone’s house like this. Uninvited.”

“First of all, this isn’t ahouse—it’s an orphanage. Also known as an institution. Apatrimony,if you wanna get fancy with it,” I bite out. “And second, it’s not like you gave me much choice. Did you seriously think I wouldn’t notice you bailed on our session today?”

She yanks her hand back from my chest but keeps scowling at me.

“I didn’t think you’d care since I waited a full fucking twenty minutes for your ass.”

I snicker. “There you go with thefuckbombs again. Seriously, how do you plan on becoming a nun when you curse like a damn sailor?” I chuckle. “Be honest.Fuckis your favorite word, isn’t it? You sure say it enough.”

Her nostrils flare, and before I can blink, she shoves me aside, yanks open the door, and points outside.

“Get. Out.”

“Nope. Not happening. We had a deal.”

“No,ourdeal is with Mother Superior. You tutor me so we can both graduate. But nowhere did she say I must wait for you to show up. You think your time is the only one that matters? Newsflash, it isn’t, you big jerk.”

I sigh dramatically. “Gotta say, I’m not loving all these cute little nicknames.”

“Oh, really?” she deadpans, crossing her arms over her impressive chest.

Jesus.How big are those things?

“Which ones don’t you like? Jerk? Asshole? Dick? I could go on.”

“I’m sure you could,” I mutter, hating that some higher power gave her those huge knockers only to ruin them with her personality.

Maybe if I found a way to shut her up, she’d let me…

Nope. Nope. What the fuck am I thinking?

I wouldn’t touch Frankie with a ten-foot pole. Not only would it break my number one rule of not messing around with girls who come with truckloads of baggage, but any pleasure I might get from her body would instantly evaporate the second she opened her mouth. Talk about a limp dick.

“Hello?” She snaps her fingers in my face. “You were invited to leave. Get.”

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