SERENITY
I am feeling so much better now that Nico and I fucked. I was a bitch. What can I say? His dick game makes me a happier woman.
Nico asked about my obsession with security when my family and I stay under one roof.
I felt safest at our New Jersey home because we were under the protection of the Magarellis and the other two families: the Espositos and the Romanos.
That’s why I also chose to attend college in New Jersey. My school is in a small town.
I’m not sure how much Dad told Nico’s father. Whatever he told him, he never looked at me like I had two heads.
I was happy Nico stopped asking questions about my semi-meltdown. If he wouldn’t have fucked up our relationship, I would’ve told him what happened.
“Where have you been, Serenity?” Chris asks as he approaches my table in the cafeteria.
I arch a brow. “I don’t owe you an explanation.”
He slams his tray down across from me. “You ignored my texts and calls.”
“I did. You yelled at me on the field. That’s not cool.”
He sinks into the chair and places a hand over mine. “I’m sorry. That Nico motherfucker pissed me off. We fought during the game, then afterwards he runs across the field and picks you up at our school like you’re his.”
My heart races in my chest. Chris has no idea how badly Nico wants to kill him.
“My father insisted I come to dinner. And I didn’t like how you talked to me. So I avoided you.”
“I apologize, Serenity. I shouldn’t have taken my anger out on you. Can we start over?”
I spoon chicken noodle soup into my mouth. “Yes.”
I’m determined to see other guys. If I were to date Nico, I wouldn’t have to worry about his safety because he’s used to our world and is protected by his men.
Regular guys can’t handle our world. I’d probably have to look into dating future mafia bosses. Nico would lose it if that happens. After I fuck at least two guys, I’ll end my arrangement with Nico. That is only if they're good in bed.
Chris and I talk about our morning classes. He seems calmer. Good. Agitated Chris isn’t fun. Does Nico really bring out his bad side? That had to be the answer. He was nice B.N. (Before Nico).
He sits back in his chair. “How about we go to one of the biggest parties on campus Saturday night?”
I smile. “A few of my classmates have talked about the party. Said it’s one of the best parties of the school year.”
“Does that mean you’re in?” he asks.
“Yes,” I reply.