Page 49 of Vicious Games

“Trust me, Frankie. My ego is the smallest thing I have in comparison to my other God-given attributes.” I wink.

“Oh, yeah? Like what? And don’t you dare say your dick,” she warns.

“I was going to say my winning personality, but I have to say I’m flattered how your mind immediately went there.”

I shit you not, but Frankie blushes with my statement. Blushes. It throws me off so hard that I almost trip over my own damn feet.

Damn, she has a pretty face.

No, not pretty—stunning.

Full, cherry lips. Light cerulean eyes. Long lashes. A cute-as-hell button nose. Cheeks that practically beg to be bitten. And don’t even get me started on her body.

How the fuck did I never notice her before?

Fuck…maybe it’s a good thing I didn’t. Because that would’ve meant breaking my number one rule—never messing with girls who had a hard life straight out of the gate.

Though for Frankie…

I shake off the thought threatening to take root in my mind and grab my phone, shooting Enzo a quick text. He’s somewhere in the school stalking his recent victim, aka Father Torres, so I’m sure he won’t mind catching a ride with someone else so he can have a little more time to seduce the priest.

Me:Taking the car. Find your own ride home.

Enzo:Fine by me. Busy anyway.

Me:Busy trying to get into the priest’s pants?

Enzo:Wouldn’t you like to know.

Me:Careful. Don’t think his boss isn’t watching you.

Enzo:

Me:Aren’t we touchy?

Enzo:

Me:

Enzo:What about you and your nun? You tap that yet?

Me:

Enzo:Look who’s touchy now

“Everything okay?” Frankie asks after I’ve shoved my phone into my front pocket.

“Everything is fucking peachy,” I groan, rushing my steps to get out of this fucking school and put some much-needed distance between me and my infuriating twin.

I hate that he knows what I’m thinking before I even think it. It’s fucking inconvenient sometimes.

Thankfully, my sour mood is forgotten by the time we reach the parking lot. I swing open the car door for Frankie and usher her in.

“You pulled out my chair earlier. Now you’re opening the door for me?” She tilts her head to the side, studying me. “I never took you for the chivalrous type.”

“I’m not,” I lie. “I’m just in a hurry.”

Truth is, I didn’t even realize I was doing it.

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