A week had passed and her decision was still the same. 

She wasn't going to go.

“Come on Serena! He's going to come out in a couple of months, and I'll be the first one on his list to kill,” Mika groaned at her, as she let him through the door.

Mika and Serena had gotten close over the week. They weren't the ‘I'll-take-a-bullet-for-you-and-you-take-one-for-me’ type of friends but they met each other every day and had a nice coffee and talked about which hot guy Serena liked and which hot girl Mika loved.

“Tell the police you feel threatened,” She replied back, and closed the door.

She walked with him to her spotless kitchen. For the past week, she had been cleaning none stop, canceling her fake date with a guy just because she couldn't get Carlo off her mind.

Who knew a dick was so powerful?

“Yeah and I'll just run for president as well,” Mika scoffed as he sat down on the stool.

Serena rolled her eyes at him, and started making coffee for them.

She knew it was close to impossible for someone to keep Carlo in prison any longer, even with the threats he was giving out.

Mika had told Serena how he was on his best behaviour for a whole year. He had done everything they asked him to do. The officers in prison were happy with him. He also helped each of them. The mafia Don wasn't as heartless as people made him out to be, but he was still an asshole. An asshole that knew how to fuck.

“I don't want to go, Mika. It was supposed to be one time and that's it,” Serena turned to look at him and leaned against the counter behind her.

“It's today at 3. Just think about it. Okay?” Mika asked as he pulled out his phone and started typing quickly.

“I'm not wasting brain cells thinking about him,” Serena told him and Mika chuckled as he stood up.

“I've got to run now. I've got a date-” Mika winked at her, “Raincheck on the coffee?” He asked and Serena smiled, and nodded.

“I want details on how the date went later!” She told him as he walked out the door quickly.

Serena made her coffee and sat down at the breakfast bar just as phone rang.

She picked it up, not looking at the number, assuming it was Clare. She had forgotten her red coat in the morning. It was a prop.

“Hey,” She said into the phone.

“Hello gattina,” Carlo’s deep voice rang through her ears.

Carlo had just called her.

Should she hang up or should she listen to his alluring deep voice?

“Goodbye Carlo.” She replied back and ended the call.

Why was Carlo calling her? Did he really want her to be there that desperately? She thought she was the one that couldn't get him out of her mind, but how wrong she was.

The phone rang again.

She picked it up, a stupid instinct.

“If you fucking hang up on me again,I will kill you,” Carlo’s angry voice was heard from the line.

“A stupid threat to make when you're behind bars,” Serena replied, as she picked up her coffee mug and walked towards her couch.

“I heard you're not coming today. Why is that? Do you want more money?” Carlo asked, letting out a frustrated sigh.

“Asshole.” Serena muttered over the phone and ended the call again.

He was an asshole.

She walked to her bedroom, and stepped inside as the phone rang again. She didn't bother picking it up as she untied her robe and let it fall to the floor, leaving her naked in her room.

She was alone in her apartment. She could do what she wanted.

She walked to the closet, and opened the door as the phone rang again.
Frustrated, she picked up the call and put it on speaker, throwing it on the bed.

“What do you want Carlo?” Serena asked, pulling out a pair of black shorts.

“Stop hanging up on me. I want you to come here today,” Carlo said and Serena rolled her eyes.

“Why should I come? Last week was the last time, remember?” She told him as she pulled out a white crop top from the closet.

It was a very sunny day outside today and she wasn't going to boil in the sun.

“We could have fun,” His seductive voice filled the air.

“Fun? What type of fun?” Serena couldn't help asking.

She knew what he was implying, but she wanted to hear him say it.

“Fun, gattina. We could get a little rough,” Serena loved rough.

“I've had rough before. Is there anything fun we could do?” She asked, picking up a pair of black wedges. Serena was a heels girl only because she was short but she fell in love with them as she found new heels every week. Who knew the world had so many pairs of perfect heels?

“I could push you up against the wall, and fuck you senseless, again,” Carlo said, emphasising on the word again, as she heard the smirk in his voice.

Serena smiled.

“Oh yeah? And what else?” She asked, throwing the shoes on the bed.

“What are you doing?” he asked her instead.

“Getting changed. Want to help?” Serena couldn't help wanting to laugh. She wanted to tease him just to have a laugh. Would that make her a bad person? She didn't care.

Carlo was quiet for a minute, and Serena assumed he had hung up on her, until his voice filled up the air.

“I'll see you later, gattina” he replied, his voice full of determination as he ended the call.

***

She was standing inside the waiting room. She was here. Serena reminded herself throughout the whole journey here, while ignoring Mika, that she was just going to tell him that this was the last time they were going to talk or even meet.

Serena waited in the room. It was exactly 3 o'clock and the door still hadn't opened and he hadn't stepped inside.  She remembered how late he was last week and she regretted coming right now.

Lost in her own thoughts about how the conversation was going to go, Serena didn't hear the door open or close.

“Sembri affascinante,” Carlo’s voice broke her trail of thoughts and she looked up to see him leaning against the door, his arms crossed in front of him. She could see the smirk that was plastered on his face. Cocky asshole.

He spoke Italian. She didn't. 

“What did you say?” Serena asked, as she stared at him.

She watched as he pushed himself off the door, and took a step towards her.

“I said,-” he took another step closer, “You-” one step closer, “look,-” another step, “ravishing,” he smirked at her, his deep voice flowing in her ears as he whispered it to her. He was standing so close, she could feel his body heat. Or it was her body lighting up in a thousand flames.

Serena stepped closer, and smiled at Carlo. She was here to play a simple game. Tease the big bad wolf and walk away.

Carlo looked at her a little strange, but he didn't mind her getting all close and personal if it meant he could fuck her. Raw. Last week he made sure that she was going to take the morning after pill. He didn't want a fucking kid any time soon. Maybe in never.

Serena leaned up, letting Carlo smirk like he had won the biggest trophy in the world, as she kissed him.

He didn't hold back, and placed his hands on her ass, lifting her up and she wrapped her legs around him.

Carlo placed her on top of the table as their lips clashed against each other, their hands running all over each other. They were definitely dogs in fucking heat.

She broke the kiss first, as she stared up at him, a little breathless.

“This goes my way today,” Serena told him, as she placed her hands on his zipper. 

“Of course, gattina,” he smirked at her as she tried to be dominant. She pulled the zipper of the jumpsuit all the way down his body until she could see his black boxers.

Carlo leaned down and placed kisses on her neck, as Serena trailed her fingers down his hard abs. She followed the small happy trail down, until she got to his boxers. Carlo didn't stop sucking on her neck, as his hands massaged her tits. He was fucking in love with them.

Serena pushed her hand inside of his boxers, and ran her finger on his hard member. She wrapped her hand, as much as she could, around it, and ran her thumb over the tip, making Carlo groan on her neck.

“Fuck,” He cursed as her hand started moving. Sliding up and down on his member. Her thumb swirling on the tip, her hand pumping him up. He was rock hard.

“Shit,” Carlo grunted on her neck, his hands squeezing her hips.

He trusted himself into her hands, faster, small little grunts leaving his mouth as he felt her hand move faster. Up and down. Fast. He was going to heaven.

He could feel himself coming closer to the edge when suddenly she stopped.

A little breathless, he looked down at her, as she pulled her hand out of his boxers. It was painful. He was so close but couldn't finish. Worst fucking pain in the world.

“Why the fuck did you stop?” he asked her, as she smirked up at him.

“I remembered I had a hair appointment. Don't want to be late,” Serena said, as she climbed off the table, and pushed him a little back.

Carlo watched as she walked away from him, confusion flowing through his eyes as he watched her sort her crop top out and run her fingers through her hair.

What the fuck just happened?

“Serena, what are you talking about? I'm so fucking lost,” Carlo grabbed a hold of her hand, and stopped her from walking out of the door. She turned out, a smile plastered on her face. 

“Last week was the last time we ever had sex. We're never going to have sex again, Carlo. One time, and that's all. I know you call women over here for sex, but I'm not one of those women. Last week-” Serena sighed, “It was just different, but it's not happening again. This is the last time we're meeting each other and you should know,  that I'm not going to come back for sex. You can also shove your money up your ass,” Serena scoffed at him, remembering his earlier question about wanting more money.

Serena was definitely still pissed from that. She wasn't a prostitute. The reason why she hated the word prostitute associated with her name, was because of one of the guys she had slept with on the job. The same one that was married. Trevor. 

He had called her a prostitute when she had flipped at him for not telling her that he was married. That word didn't settle well with her because every time she was called that, an image of her and Trevor arguing would enter her mind. It was years ago but everything still had a way of getting back to her.

Serena pulled her hand away from Carlo, who was glaring down at her but didn't utter a single word.

“Goodbye Carlo,” Serena told him and walked away from him.

Carlo stayed silent, watching as the door slammed shut in his face. He was locked in here. He truly felt fucking useless.

What a fucking shit day.

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