Page 6 of Vicious Games

Killing a nun?

Yeah, that shit is bound to leave a mark on a soul.

Fuck me sideways.

This is some manipulative bullshit right here.

And worse… it’s fucking working.

When we arrive home, we find Annamaria and Stella huddled together over a laptop in the living room, their attention shifting from the screen to us.

“So, what did Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum do now?” Stella goads as my mother breezes past, heading straight for my father’s office, likely to brief him on Enzo’s and my latest clusterfuck.

“Nothing that concerns you, young lady,” our dad, Gio, deflects, placing a sweet fatherly kiss on the top of her head, followed by another on Annamaria’s before heading after our mother.

“Fine, don’t tell me. I’ll hear about it eventually.” She winks at Annamaria, who recently started attending high school with us at Sacred Heart.

It comes as a surprise to both Enzo and me that Annamaria hasn’t yet revealed our latest prank to Stella. She tells her everything and vice versa. If Stella doesn’t know about what we did to the nuns’ habits, then it’s probably because my baby sister didn’t think we were behind the stunt.

She’s innocently naive that way.

Always thinking the best of people.

Poor kid.

If she weren’t a Romano, the world would eat her alive.

Thankfully she is, so no one dares fuck with Annamaria. They know her older siblings wouldn’t think twice in putting two to the chest of any motherfucker who dared hurt her.

“What are you two up to?” Enzo asks, trying to move the topic of conversation away from us and onto them.

Smart man.

“Stella’s helping me find the perfect dress for homecoming,” Annamaria says shyly, her long, blonde hair almost covering her entire face as she points to the dresses on the screen.

“Who the fuck asked you to go to homecoming?” I ask, not liking the idea of some asshole asking her out.

“Why does Anna have to wait for some boy to ask her before she can attend a stupid dance?” Stella counters, with both hands perched on her hips.

“Don’t tell me she’s going stag,” Enzo says, horrified.

Of course, my twin would be mortified to attend anything without a date.

The last dance we went to, he had not one, but two girls under his arms. And the year before that, he took the Costello brothers—all fucking four of them.

Yeah.

My brother is a huge ass slut. With a capital S. But at least he owns it.

“Please tell me you’re not thinking of going on your own to your first dance,bella?” Enzo repeats, this time with a little more tact.

“Well, Iwas…” Annamaria chews her bottom lip. “Not sure I should now.”

“Don’t be silly, Anna. You should go and have fun,” Stella coos at her while giving Enzo her evil eye.

“But Enzo’s right. No one has asked me yet,” Annamaria mutters softly, her previous excitement completely vanished.

“And they never will,” I add my own two cents while making a show of plopping onto the couch. “No one is going to ask the Romanoprincipessato homecoming or any other fucking dance. Not when they risk having their balls cut off.”

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