Page 3 of Vicious Games

Now, figuring out how to top this prankwithoutgetting suspended? That’s going to take some serious strategy and careful thought.

But hey—what’s life without a little risk?

I fucking love a challenge.

Before this year is over and done with, every student at Sacred Heart will know our names.

Luciano and Enzo Romano aren’t just here to play.

We’re here to make history. To ensure our legacy lives on.

We’ll be fucking legends.

And Sister Margaretta will rue the day she ever fucked with us.

My revenge has been a long time coming anyway.

Chapter 1

Luciano

We’re halfway across campus when someone calls out for my mother.

“Mrs. Romano! Mrs. Romano!”

We all turn in tandem to see Sister Agnes hurrying toward us, breathless from her sprint.

Here’s the thing about nuns.

I don’t like them.

Nuns and I? We don’t mix.

It could be because most of the nuns that have crossed my path have been a major pain in my backside. Or perhaps it’s due to my belief that their sexual frustration makes them bitter old hags who love nothing more than to lash out at the world. However, the more likely scenario is that I despise them simply because I have zero respect for authority.

Well—except for my father, that is. No one fucks around with Vincent Romano.

But that’s neither here nor there.

Me plus nuns equals bad luck.

And my nickname is Lucky. You see the problem.

But Sister Agnes? She’s different.

She’s not as uptight as the rest of them. She can take a joke. I know for a fact that she finds her altered habit hilarious. When she pulled Enzo and me out of class earlier so she could march us to Mother Superior’s office, it had been a struggle for her to keep a straight face.

She gets it.

And more importantly than that, she gets Enzo and me.

And it’s because she does, Sister Agnes is the only nun who actually gets my respect.

“Thank you for waiting,” she says between breaths once she’s reached us.

“Is everything alright?” Mom asks, instantly on guard, probably worried that Mother Superior somehow found the proof of our misdeeds and sent Sister Agnes to fetch us to deliver her sentencing.

“Actually… could we speak somewhere more private?” Sister Agnes gestures toward the school’s chapel. We follow her lead, and once inside, she relaxes at the sight of the empty pews. “I feel more comfortable discussing sensitive matters here, away from prying ears,” she adds, closing the door softly behind us.

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