Page 5 of Vicious Games

Loves how many he’s corrupted.

The minute we turned eighteen last January, he pulled his sights away from high-school girls and directed it to the teaching staff, who, you guessed it, are all nuns.

Plenty have been transferred to other schools or convents after Enzo defiled them in ways that would make a saint blush.

And we’ve already ascertained that I hate nuns, excluding Sister Agnes. But just because I like her doesn’t mean I’d fuck her.

Like me, Enzo is all about the challenge.

However, when it comes to who we fuck, we couldn’t be more opposite.

Enzo is an equal-opportunity kind of guy when it comes to his sexcapade partners. But if they don’t make him work for it, he loses interest fast.

Me? I prefer easy pickings.

You know, the kind of girl who falls onto your lap and lets you do every dirty thing imaginable to her simply because of who your family is. Yeah, that’s my bread and butter. Life is hard enough without having to work for some ass.

Fuck that.

The easier, the better, if you ask me.

But I digress.

“Tutoring? You want me to tutor?” I repeat, the word itself giving me hives.

“Yes.” Sister Agnes has the gall to nod and smile.

“Fuck that,” I say, crossing my arms. “Not doing it.”

“Lucky,” my mother counters, already tired of my shit. “If not tutoring, what do you propose?”

“Anything but that. I’m not spending hours of my free time tutoring some loser. There has to be something else I can do. Maybe I can tag along with Enzo on his soup kitchen runs?”

“I’m sorry, Lucky, but those charity slots are in high demand, and there’s already a long waiting list,” Sister Agnes informs me, looking disappointed in my lackluster response. “Tutoring is the only thing you can do that your classmates cannot. Think it over. If you come up with an alternative, by all means, let me know. Just consider it, okay?”

She throws me another little smile and then bids my parents farewell, leaving us alone in the chapel.

“She’s right, you know? Sister Margaretta won’t make your life easy. Especially since it’s our senior year. If she can prevent you from graduating just to mess with you, she will,” Enzo warns.

“I guess you have a lot to think about,” my mother adds. “You can either take Sister Agnes’s advice or face Sister Margaretta’s wrath. One thing is for sure, Luciano—the next time you get into trouble, it will be your father, Vincent, who comes to talk with Mother Superior. And if she pushes his buttons and he retaliates, just know you’ll only have yourself to blame.”

I laugh at that. “Dad wouldn’t whack a nun.”

But when Gio and my mother share a look, all the blood drains from my face.

“He wouldn’t… would he?”

“Let’s just say Sister Margaretta has tested his patience one too many times over the years,” Gio warns, the underlying threat in his words unmistakable.

Mom pinches the bridge of her nose again, likely attempting to banish from her mind the image of my father with a nun’s blood on his hands.

“That won’t happen because you won’t allow it, will you, Lucky?” She stares into my eyes. “You’ll do something… anything to get in Mother Superior’s good graces. Even if that means tutoring your classmates. Is that understood?”

Kill me now.

Either I give up my free time to teach some idiot things that feel like child’s play to me, or I risk Sister Margaretta feeling the full weight of my father’s wrath. Moments like these make me wish I wasn’t raised Catholic. That way, I wouldn’t have to believe in hell or fear that my rebellious antics could possibly send my father straight there.

I mean, killing wise guys is one thing.

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