Page 5 of Unbroken (Russo Mafia)

“God, you’re beautiful.” He tips my chin upwards.

I’m beautiful? He’s beautiful. I reach out and run my hands through his hair, getting a groan from him. I rest my hand on the back of his neck.

“Let me kiss you, Charlotte.”

I simply nod. He captures my lips with his. I press into him, my body begging for his touch. I run my fingers into his hair, as his hand cradled my cheek. His lips moved with mine. I couldn’t help it when a moan slipped out. That only gets him to kiss me more. His tongue runs along my seam. I open for him. The feeling is different. His tongue is warm. He slowly strokes mine before sucking it. I’m so shocked I break the kiss. I smile at him. His hair is dishevelled from me.

“I should probably head inside. Thank you again.” I duck my head. Trying to cover my red cheeks.

I see him adjust himself from the corner of my eye. Guess I’m not the only one affected. I reach for my door handle.

“One more thing, Charlie. Don’t tell your dad what you had seen tonight,” he warns me.

“I won’t. He didn’t know I was going out with you tonight.”

With a nod, I get out of his car. Lord help me, I’m in deep shit now.

1 month later

It’s been a whole month since my date with Lucca. Something has been bugging me ever since he told me not to tell Dad about the club. I feel guilty for lying to Dad. So much that I’ve been ignoring him. I’m a horrible daughter. He doesn’t deserve this treatment. I’ve been tempted to ask him about the Rosso’s so many times since my date except I have a feeling he would wonder why I’ve been interested in them. I need to know why my Dad doesn’t like the Russo’s so much, he never talks about them. But I’m not stupid. Dad is a detective and if Dad doesn’t like someone it’s for a reason. There is no way, Lucca wanted me to keep Dad busy for a night then suddenly show me the workings of that shit. No, he wanted me to see that.

I’m headed to my locker when I notice he’s leaning next to it. Great, what I wanted first thing in the morning. He’s been blowing me off for an entire month. I’m assuming he needs another favour from me. If this is all I’m good for, he can go to hell.

“What do you want, Lucca?” I ask, while unlocking my locker.

He releases a deep exhale. “Listen Charlie. I didn’t mean to ignore you.”

“No?” I turn to him. “Then what is it then?”

He runs his hand through his hair. “I’ve had some shit come up, and I didn’t want you caught up in it.”

I roll my eyes; I open my locker and grab the books I need. Slamming it shut. “Whatever. I’m not doing anymore favours for you, so if that’s what you were doing here forget it.” I take off towards my English class.

He can suck it for all I care. He didn’t bother following me. Guess I was correct about him wanting a favour out of me. Is that all I’m good for? I knew I should’ve stuck to my rule about not dating while in high school. It’s nothing but drama, all you gotta do is look at Scar. She is still trying with Rett and failing. Couple more months, then I’m gone.

I find Scarlett in the cafeteria at lunch at our usual table. She’s already chowing down on her salad when I plop down across from her.

“Why so glum?” she asked.

“Boys. They’re so stupid. Why is that?” I asked, scrunching my nose at her.

Her laughter broke out. “Wish I had those answers girl, I really do. I think I’m going to finally take your advice and date someone else. Rett can suck my dick,” she states.

I nod. “Good. Stick it to him. He had his chance he never took it. Find someone that’s worth your time.”

She points her fork at me. “That’s why you’re my bestie. You always have my back. So, how’s the Lucca situation?”

I groan. If I only knew what that situation was. God, I was so stupid.

“I don’t know.” I rest my head in my hands. “He was waiting at my locker this morning and I bitched him out.”

“You what?” she shrieked.

“Mmhmm, he had it coming. He ignored me for a month. What did you want me to do? Grovel at his feet?” I can see her gaze move to something behind me. I internally groan. He’s behind me. I can already feel his eyes on me.

“I wouldn’t mind seeing you grovel, except you have nothing to grovel forTesoro.”

“God, it’s hot when you speak Italian.”

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