Three fucking weeks had passed and he still didn't meet her.

He could have. He could have walked out of this shit hole for three days and he could have met her. He was allowed that since he hadn't left this place in years. He could have met her. Talked to her. Fucked her.  Anything.

It was so fucking weird to him. He didn't love her or any of that stupid shit. Fuck no. He was just addicted to her. To her body. To her pussy. To her.

It was fucking stupid.

Carlo opened his eyes, as he felt someone staring at him. It was Andrew. Another officer.

He hated Andrew. Andrew was just a piece of shit. Carlo hated everyone. He didn't want to meet anyone anymore. He was waiting for his time to finish and then he could leave this shit hole. Forever.

“What?” He muttered to Andrew who was staring at him like a creep.

“Someone's here to meet you,” He told Carlo.

Carlo hated him even more. He even fucking missed Paul for this shit. Paul understood him. When Carlo didn't want to talk, Paul just left him alone. This bastard was like a fucking annoying fly. It pissed Carlo off. Why couldn't Mary give birth in a month?  He was going to be out of this place by then.

“I don't want to fucking meet anyone. Understood?” He sat up in bed, and told Andrew clearly hoping it'd get through his stupid skull.

“It's a girl,” Andrew tried again.

Serena wouldn't meet him. He knew that.

“She's got dark brown hair and blue eyes. She's also very pale and short,” Andrew described the girl to Carlo.

It sounded exactly like Serena. He had ran his hands through that hair and he had stared into her ocean blue eyes. Stop being cheesy, fucker. 

“Fine.” Carlo muttered, a part of him hoping that she actually came.

****

Serena didn't leave her apartment for 3 weeks. Well 2 weeks and 4 days. 

She had gone out on a fake date with a guy which ended up in a hot mess in her apartment. Every time the guy ran his fingers down her hips, she remembered the delicate touch of Carlo all over her body.

She knew she couldn't carry on so she locked herself away. The curtains closed from any prying eyes, the windows closed every night. Everyday a shower even though she did nothing. She had to make herself stop thinking of his hands in between her legs and his lips on hers.

She wasn't in love with him. She was just addicted to his dick if that was possible.

She remembered how drunk she was last week, because she got so bored. Her mind came up with random theories on how prison was selling dick potions which the prisoners rubbed on their dicks and once it was shoved inside a pussy, it became magical and they were addicted.  Bonded. Dick and pussy. For forever.

She passed out after that theory.

Clare was sleeping at her new boyfriend's house these past weeks, and Mika and Luca didn't try after a week and a half of trying to get inside.

Serena wasn't opening the door to anyone. She wanted to be left alone to get the magical dick out of her system. The amount of times she had to change her batteries in her vibrator was ridiculous and it still didn't give her the pleasure that she was looking for.

Was Carlo with another girl right now? Of course he was. Serena meant nothing to him. He wasn't magically addicted to her pussy because she didn't have a magical pussy potion.

She needed another drink.

Getting up from the floor in her living room, which she found more comfortable than the couch, Serena walked towards her kitchen. The sun poured through the closed curtains, giving her enough light to see her pouring red wine for herself.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

“Serena, I know you're in there. Just talk to me,” Mika’s voice was heard.

“Come on darling. I ain't got all day. Open the door,” Luca’s voice followed straight after.

“No!” Serena shouted.

She had a little too much to drink but she wasn't going to tell anyone.

“Do you want me to break it? Would you like to explain to people why you made an easy access for fuckers to comes into your apartment?” Luca asked her, as the door handle jiggled.

“Oh,” Serena muttered.

She didn't want to wake up to Carlo eating her pussy out one day just because there was no door and he came straight in.

She quickly ran to the door and opened it.

“Woah!” Both of the boys exclaimed and quickly covered their eyes, cursing to themselves.

Serena frowned.

“What's wrong?” She asked, confusion running circles in her mind.

“What's wrong, is that you're naked, Serena. Go put some clothes on,” Mika explained.

Serena looked down to see herself in her bra and panties.

She looked up, back at the two boys dressed in black suits. 

She never had a threesome and she did need a dick. What if two dicks were better than that magically dick? 

“Do you not like what you see? You can take a peak. I won't tell anyone,” Serena seductive voice filled the air, as she placed an arm on the door, and leaned against it, her hip a little out.

They still had their eyes covered.

“Trust me, Serena. I loved what I saw, but you're not mine to see. So just get dressed, and we'll wait here for you, okay?” Luca sighed, hoping she'll understand.

“You can wait inside,” Serena turned around and walked back inside.

She needed that magical dick one last time to get it out of her system completely.

She walked to her room, but decided that she still had to try and get two dicks instead of the magical one.

She unclasped her bra from behind and let it drop on her bed, as she took her black panties off, leaving her completely naked in her room, with the door wide open. 

She listened as Luca and Mika sat down on her couch, with their backs turned to her.

“Hey boys,” She called out, and walked out of her room.

“For a woman, you got changed rea- shit,” Mika quickly covered his eyes as he had turned around to see Serena.

She was completely in her birthday suit and he could feel the confidence surrounding her. She had no care in the world.

Serena walked up to them both as Luca covered his eyes too before he could see. She stood in front of them, and leaned down, placing a hand on both of their thighs, trailing a finger higher, slowly.

“I think we should have fun,” Serena whispered to them seductively.

Luca quickly stood up, pushing her hand away from his leg, his eyes still covered.

“I think we'll raincheck on the whole meeting. You've clearly lost the plot,” Luca muttered as Mika stood up as well.

“Fuck yeah,” They blindly walked around the couch, Mika cursed a little when his knee hit the edge of the couch.

“But I still want the magical dick,” Serena pouted as she watched them walk away.

They stopped next to the door.

“You're drunk, aren't you?” Luca asked.

“He'll have our heads on a silver plate if we don't bring her,” Mika told him at the same time.

They both sighed. 

“Serena go wear some clothes, and drink a lot of water and then walk down stairs to the lobby. Okay?” Luca explained to her, with his back still faced towards her.

“Okay,” Serena nodded.

“What did he say?” Mika asked, hoping she didn't come to the lobby naked.

“Get dressed. Drink water and come downstairs so I can get the magical dick,” Serena repeated everything he had said.

Mika and Luca had no idea what a magical dick was but they nodded and walked away.

“I fucking need a girlfriend,” Mika mumbled as the walked towards the elevator.

“Me too. Me fucking too,” Luca muttered.

**
She was here to get her magical dick.

Dressed in a simple white dress, Serena was waiting for Carlo to walk through those doors and fuck her senseless. She even dressed like an angel in white, knowing a lot of guys liked the whole innocent look.

Serena wasn't innocent though. She had 2 more glasses of wine when she was getting ready. It was way better than water.

The door opened and Carlo stepped inside. She noticed a light stubble on his perfect jaw which made him hotter than before. 

He stared at her. She stared back.

“You're a fucking bitch,” Carlo growled at her as he slammed the door closed behind him.

She stared at him confused. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. He was supposed to walk in and kiss her and then fuck her hard to get the magically dick out of her system.

Not call her a bitch.

“Well you're still an asshole,” Serena scoffed as she glared back at him.

“Bitch,” Carlo muttered as he stepped closer, his glare growing harder.

“Asshole. You're not getting this pussy again,” Serena crossed her arms under her low cut cleavage, pushing her boobs up a little more.

His eyes drifted towards them and back up to her.

“I don't want it,” Carlo rolled his eyes at her.

“What? So why the hell am I here then?” Serena asked confused. 

She was so happy at home. All alone with a bottle of red wine. Or was that two bottles? She couldn't remember.

“Because you scared the fuck out of me!” Carlo shouted, his voice hard as he stared down at her.

She froze. She didn't do anything wrong or stupid to scare him?

“I have no idea what you're talking ab-”

“Shut the fuck up,” Carlo scoffed at her, fed up of her talking.

“Did someone not get a regular fuck buddy? Or are you on your man periods?” Serena asked, laughing a little to herself.

She shut up when Carlo walked towards her, and grabbed a hold of her arm, and pulled her towards him.

He glared down at her.

“I fucking said shut the fuck up, didn't I?  That meant I don't want to hear your fucking voice, bitch,” He growled lowly at her.

“I don't get why you're so angry. I literally did nothing,” Serena tried to explain. 

“That's the point! You fucking did nothing!” Carlo let her go and stepped back, running a hand through his hair.

“You're confusing me,” She muttered.

“You fucking locked yourself up in your stupid apartment and never came out. You know what the fuck was going through my mind when I heard? Was she dead? What happened to her? And all you were doing was drinking wine. Fucking fantastic,” Carlo shouted, his voice rising to the point where Serena sat down in the chair.

He scoffed, his hands gripping the strands of his hair. He was so pissed.

“Why does this bother you?” She questioned.

Yes, she was drunk out of her mind these past weeks, but it didn't bother anyone. So why bother him in prison? It was confusing and she didn't want to waste brain cells thinking about it.

“It fucking doesn't,” Carlo muttered.

“It does. It's pissing you off that I locked myself in my own apartment?” She asked again, watching him stand next to a wall, running his hand through his hair, over and over again.

He was stressed out. 

“You're fucking drunk. You won't even remember what I'm fucking tell you now,” He sighed as he watched her, twirl a strand of hair around her finger as she stared up at him.

He was going to walk into this room and fuck her. That's what the plan was, but the moment he saw her, his heart fucking stopped. He was just so fucking happy that she was okay and nothing was wrong with her. He didn't want to fuck her. He just wanted to be in the same room as her but she was annoying the fuck out of him right now.

“Doesn't that tempt you to tell me your darkest secret?” Serena smirked up at him, and winked at him as he stared at her.

Her eyes did tempt him to tell him every little secret he was hiding but he wasn't a fucking loser.

“Shut up,” he muttered to her.

“Well then I'm going to go. If we're not going to fuck, and you're not going to talk, then there's no point in me being here,” Serena stood up from the chair and Carlo turned to her quickly.

“Sit the fuck down,” He glared at her. She wasn't leaving this place. Not yet. He was going to have full 30 minutes with her. He needed it.

“What are we supposed to do?” Serena whined, sitting back down.

Carlo sighed and sat opposite her on the chair. He never sat on the chair just to talk to a person but he would do it just so she wouldn't leave.

“Why didn't you leave your apartment?” Carlo asked her, as she placed her elbows on the table and rested her head on his hands, staring up at him.

“Because I didn't want the magically dick. It was too strong so I had to lock myself up so I didn't feel the powers,” Serena sighed dramatically.

Carlo looked at her confused.

“Magica-”

“It's my turn to ask a question,” She told him and rolled her eyes.

“Why were you so bothered that I locked myself in my apartment?” Serena asked the first question that shot up in her mind.

Carlo stayed quiet. He had never talked about his life to any girl before. Serena was drunk and he knew she'd forget everything by morning. So he told her. Around her, he became a fucking wimp.

“My mom did the same once. She killed herself,” He muttered, placing his fisted hands on top of the table.

When his mom died, he was in prison. It was barely a year since he spent time in prison and she had killed herself. He never told anyone how he felt. He didn't know how too.

“Oh,” Serena stood up and walked around the table and towards him. She grabbed a hold of his hand and moved it away, making herself comfortable on his lap.

Carlo wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled her further back so she was more comfortable.

“You're still a bitch,” he muttered to her as he started drawing random patterns on her bare thighs. She was wearing a white dress that Carlo had pushed up so he could see her thighs. He liked every inch of her.

“You're still an asshole, but you're a hot one now,” Serena grinned at him.

“Tell me more,” She asked, wanting to know about Carlo.

Who was Carlo Romano? Why was he the mafia Don?  She wanted to go full reporter mode on him.

“What do you want to know?” He asked her.

He felt liking being nice to someone. He wasn't afraid of someone fucking with the walls around his heart. He didn't give a shit about anything in that moment. He wanted to talk.

“Your favourite colour, book, movie, food. Tell me about your family, and I'll answer the same,” Serena explained to him and he nodded.

She was going to wake up with the biggest hangover tomorrow and not being able to remember anything.  He didn't care what he said in that moment.

“I don't do any of that shit with the books, or movies. Give me anything to eat, and I'll eat it. If it's better than prison food, then I'll eat it. My family? That was just another shit hole,” Carlo explained to her, drawing a sword on her thigh.

“Why?” She asked a simple question with a million questions laced in her voice.

“My dad was an asshole. If you think I'm an asshol-”

Serena stopped him quickly, as she covered his mouth with her hand.

“You're not really an asshole, you know that right? It's like a nickname for you,” She told him, her head tilting to the side to look at him.

He pushed her hand down slowly, and smirked at her.

“I know gattina,” he winked at her and she grinned.

“Okay. Carry on with the story now,” She told him and he frowned.

“He was just a fucked up man. I really hope he's fucking dead somewhere right now. I don't think there's anyone I hate in this fucked up world more than him,” Carlo muttered, his voice holding a hint of anger.

She wrapped an arm around his shoulder, her fingertips running through his hair a little.

“What did he do?” She whispered as if she was in a public place and they were sharing the biggest gossip ever.

“My mom. He hurt her,” Carlo replied back, his hand stopping on her thigh.

“He's a really big asshole then,” Serena tried to comfort him.

Carlo was lost in thought, as he voiced everything out.

“Every day I'd come home, and I'd know that there was something wrong. I could feel it. So I would just stay quiet in front of him. I was only 7. I remember the time where he threw 10 thousand fucking dollars at my mom, and told her to get out and take her son with her and he wouldn't care at all. Wasn't I his fucking son too?” Carlo told her, his hand running up and down her thigh, slowly, “And my mom didn't take it. She didn't walk out the door with me. She stayed. She took every punch, every whore that came her way gloating about how they had fucked her husband. She took it all. She took every insult. You want to know why?” Carlo asked angrily.

Serena nodded. His dad was the biggest asshole she had ever heard about.

“Because of me. She didn't want me to grow up without both of my parents love. I knew she regretted that mistake when I grew older. That bastard fucked with my mind. He fucked it so badly I had no idea what was wrong or right. I was addicted to drugs at the age of 15, because I wanted to get away from him. I wasn't allowed to do anything without asking him for permission. I was a fucking disgrace for crying like a little girl when he would hit me. The first time he laid a hand on me, I had 14 bruises. I was so scared of him, I was fucking terrified. I didn't want to die. I promised my mom, the day I could leave, I would take her away with me and we'd be happy,” Carlo scoffed at the end, as he looked up at Serena.

Serena was upset. Carlo had gone through so much and she complained that her life was bad.

“I took her away. I joined the Mafia from a mate of mine.  His dad died and he didn't want to have the responsibility of controlling people. I fucking loved it. I loved the idea of people listening to every word I said. I loved it when a girl was below me as I controlled her. It was my escape. Controlling people was what I wanted. I needed to feel like I was the strongest person in the fucking world. So I became the mafia Don. It wasn't easy. Fuck no. I broke my arm, I got shot more than a handful of times but I never gave up until in was at the top. I was in control, gattina. Everyone fucking bowed down to me,” He whispered the ending as he ran both of his hands through his hair.

“I was only 21 when I became the mafia Don. I fought for a whole year. I was strong. People fucking loved me. My mom was happy because I took her away from that sick asshole. Life was good, until a fucking kid grassed on me to the cops. I was busted. And I've been here ever since. I lost my mom because she was so close to losing her mind. I wasn't with her anymore and she killed herself.” Carlo said as he placed his hands back on her thighs.

He wasn't angry. He felt good to get rid of a million thoughts from his mind. He felt better from the inside as he finally talked about how he felt. Carlo never told anyone anything.  Not Luca. Not Mika.  No one really knew how Carlo felt. He was locked up in prison for 5 years. He knew he deserved it for all the stupid shit he had done. It was punishment for not taking his mom away from that sick asshole before. He went through every day thinking how amazing it would be to go home and finally get to meet her but he couldn't.  He was thankful to every fucking God out there that these fuckers had let him go to her funeral. He made sure she had the best funeral ever. He was a mama's boy and he was fucking proud of it.

He looked up at Serena.

“So tell me, gattina. What's your story?” He asked her, a small smile on his face as he stared up at her.

“You're really strong,” She replied back instead.

He chuckled.

“We've got 5 minutes left, I want to hear your story,” He told her.

She had 5 minutes left and she still didn't get her magical dick.

“Maybe another time, right now though,” She wrapped both of her hands around his neck, and leaned down closer to his lips, “We should make out.” She whispered as his hands squeezed her ass cheeks.

She was definitely getting that magical dick.

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