Page 3 of Malicious Desires

He hangs up without another word, and I flick the news off, sighing and standing from the bed. I haul my gym bag back onto the bed and continue to pack in my belongings that I want to take from my room to the dorms. A tear falls down my cheek when I pick up the photo of Grandpa Capullo. I miss him so much. And I hate the Montserrat’s for taking him away from us.

Thankfully Montserrat’s are not welcome at Valley View University. It’s Capullo territory and one of the only buildings still standing from before the feud between our families began. But if Reece is impeding on our side of the city, I’m sure something dangerous is afoot. And I’m a little worried–scared–about that prospect. But I’m equally intrigued to see Reece again. He was the epitome of a bad boy, and had started covering his body in tattoo’s when we were only sixteen. The thought of tattoos has always intrigued me, art on the skin, but I haven’t marred my skin with them for fear of dad’s wrath if I tarnish myself–my skin–for my future wife.

Tidus’ dad is nowhere near as strict as mine, and I’ve not told him that I’m looking down the barrel of an arranged marriage which is another reason I haven’t pursued Rebekah or any other sexual escapades. I’m too afraid of the wrath of Giuseppe Capullo.

Going to uni for an art degree is enough of a rebellion, and he’s letting me do that if I promise to marry whoever he chooses fit. It’s my duty as the only son–the only child–to continue the Capullo name. A legacy that I really don’t want to be a part of.

Chapter 3

Reece

Dragging my suitcase behind me with one hand whilst holding my cat cage in the other I kick the door to my new university dorm room open. I’m thankful I managed to score a single room and don’t have to share with someone who might realise who I am. It’s going to be hard enough to keep a low profile as it is. To do my father’s dirty work and not draw unwanted attention to myself.

My best friend Malyk pushes into the room, exuberant as usual. He leaps onto the bed, touching the roof with his palms as he jumps on the bed like a child.

“Nice and bouncy,” he announces, as I put the cat cage down. “Good for fucking on.”

I scoff at him. “Only you’d think and say that Mal.”

He sits down on the bed, and I sit down next to him. He sniggers with a laugh, telling me, “You need to get laid, Ree.”

I slap him on the side of the head. “Quit calling me that, dickhead.”

My best friend has the gall to laugh at me again, teasing me, “Only if you quit calling me Mal.”

“Not a chance,” I taunt, smirking at him.

“Fine,” he responds, still smirking when he asks, “So wanna test out the bed with me?”

“Again, not a chance, Mal.” My tone is snide. Malyk knows I don’t feel that way about him, but he can’t help himself. It’s just him.

“Fine,” he huffs, sighing deeply and over the top. “A guy can only dream, and offer himself up so many times.”

“I’m not losing you as my best mate because you want to fuck me, Malyk.”

“I know. I know. I’ll just dream until I find my guy.”

I stand from the bed, and sit in the desk chair, spinning around on it.

“You still crushing on Tidus like an idiot?”

Malyk blushes, his gaze dropping from mine. “Yeah, I think the idiot is hot,” he admits. I laugh a little, trying to hide it with a hand over my mouth. Malyk continues, “But he’s a wanker.”

I nod, confirming his words. “You don’t have to tell me that. You could do so much better than Tidus Capullo.”

Malyk chuckles, his smirk wide when he responds, “Yeah, true. But I’d fuck him any day. Hate sex and all.”

“Hmmm,” I mumble, wondering if the sex between me and Jasper would be hot if we got to fuck. I don’t even know why I’m thinking that. Jasper is probably a heinous beast now. The cute guy turned ugly fucker.

“What’re you mumbling about?”

“Oh nothing,” I mumble again, spinning around the chair and looking down at the floor to hide the blush colouring my cheeks.

“It’s not nothing that’s got you blushing Ree.”

I glance up at him, admitting softly, “I was thinking about Jasper.”

Malyk chuckles but doesn’t say anything. “Wondering if he’s hot now,” I say, my cheeks darkening more to the point I can feel how hot they are.

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