Serena waited.

Luca was 5 minutes late and it annoyed her. She had always been the type of person to be early for everything but never late.

He already had knocked 10 points off his chart in her mind.

She was stupid not to get his number yesterday though she was really excited to meet him today. She wore her favourite dress. A black skater dress. Clare always told her, black was her colour and she looked hot in this dress. She had paired the dress with a pair of black wedges. She knew she looked hot. Now Luca had to come and see her looking hot.

She needed the money to pay tomorrow’s rent so she waited for another couple of minutes just as a black SUV pulled up next to her. The black tinted windows rolled down and she saw Luca sat in the driver's seat.

“Sorry I'm late. I had to make a quick phone call to let him know we're on our way,” he apologised  and Serena nodded, a smile on her face.

So it was for a friend then. 

“It's alright,” She replied and climbed into the passenger's seat. Closing the door behind her, she turned to Luca and sent a small smile his way.

He didn't even say she looked hot. 10 more points taken away from the chart.

“Ready to go?” he asked as she clicked in her seat belt. 

“Yes. I need to know more about your friend though, so I don't go in there looking like a headless chicken,” She mumbled and Luca laughed, as he started driving.

“He's in prison,” Luca said, glancing at Serena for a reaction.

“Excuse me?” Serena asked a little shocked.

She needed a minute to process the new information. She's didn't understand what was going on. Was she supposed to meet the guy in prison? Was she supposed to meet his family there? What was she supposed to do?

“Yeah he's in prison. I know I should have said something before arranging the whole meeting, but he needed someone and no one is willing to go to prison anymore-” Luca tried to explain, as he took a right onto another road, “Listen, Serena, all you've got to do is go inside and well do your thing. Everything is already arranged,” Luca said, hoping Serena will agree to it.

Questions were flying through her head. She didn't know which one to grasp onto. Why was he in prison? What was she supposed to do there? Didn't she look a little dressy for a prison meet? Was the guy nice? What was his name?

“Look, I talked to Clare about this. I was willing to do her shoot for free if you could just meet him. I'm also paying you double as well,” Luca said, his voice full of desperation.

Why was he so desperate for her to meet this guy? Was she supposed to pretend that she loved him?

“We're nearly there. Serena, will you do it?” Luca asked as he glanced at her. She was thinking. 

“I'll do it,” Serena replied knowing if she didn't get her money this week, they would get kicked out of their apartment. She didn't know when Clare was able to make her money again. She did know that Clare was working on yesterday's video all night, editing it herself. Serena heard all the grunts and moans from her room last night. She couldn't sleep.

“Oh fuck thanks,” Luca sighed in relief. He knew if he didn't get anyone for Carlo this week, shit was going to hit the fan. Carlo might be in a prison cell, but even Luca knew as his best friend, what Carlo was capable of.

Serena stayed quiet the rest of the way until they pulled up next to the huge prison. It looked like an abandoned old haunted house from the outside. She hoped it was abandoned and it wasn't really a prison.

Luca parked the car in the parking lot and switched it off.

“Come on let's go,” Luca muttered to her and they both got out of the car.

Serena was a little nervous because she had never been to a prison. She followed Luca up the path to the black gate that was shut tightly. The huge stone walls around the place, made Serena wonder if she was going to be stuck in here forever. She would never be able to climb the walls.

“Luca,” an officer called out from the black box in the corner. He pressed a button and the gate opened up. Luca walked inside, with Serena behind me.

Serena wasn't scared of prison cells. In fact she loved the idea of going to a prison one day. What she didn't like was not being in control of what was happening. Serena didn't know what was happening now, all she was told was that she had to meet a guy.

“Alright let's go,” Luca said, and pulled her out of her thoughts. 

Serena followed quietly, looking around as they walked up a set of stairs. She heard the gate close behind her. She followed Luca inside, through the door, and walked to the table in the corner.

“Just write your first name down and place the sticker on your dress,” Luca explained to her. She wrote her name down on a sticker, and pulled it off its backing and placed it on her dress. She stuck it down and turned back to Luca, one question on her mind now.

“Who am I meeting?” She asked in the lonely room.

“You'll see. I'm going to go inside there, and tell them to let you in, okay?  So you just wait here. There's no need for you to go through. You don't have to worry about that,” Luca told her and he walked through another set of double doors.

What was she supposed to do now? She waited in the room, knowing that this wasn't how prisons worked. She stayed silent as she heard Luca come back.

“You can through those doors-” he pointed to another door, opposite of the ones that he came out from and smiled at her, “Those will take you straight to him. When you're finished, I'll wait outside to take you home,” He told her.

He didn't wait for an answer before disappearing through the doors again.

She was alone. Again.

What would happen if she just started screaming really loudly? Would police officers come running in with huge guns? Serena was tempted to try it.

Serena looked around and then stared at the door as it made a beep noise. She walked closer to it, knowing they had opened the door for her now.

She let out a deep breath, and opened the door. She walked inside just as the door closed behind her.

In front of her stood a man. He was tall, and had his back to her. If she thought Luca had an amazing back, she was completely wrong. You could see the back muscles of this guy even though he had a orange jumpsuit on.

“You sure do know how to make a man wait,” A deep voice drifted through the air, and floated in her mind, taking a second to register it up there. She liked the voice. It was deep and sensual.

He turned around and she froze.

“Carlo?” She gasped.

“You know me? I fucking told Luca to get a stupid bimbo so she'd just be here to fuck and then leave,” Carlo scoffed as he stared at her.

It would be a waste of time to let her go back even if she somehow knew about him. He was sure he told Luca to remove his face from the fucking media.

Serena felt his eyes trail her body, taking in every bare inch of her legs. They stopped near her cleavage and she cursed herself in her mind.

Did she have to wear such a low cut dress?

“You're that mafia guy they lo-”

“Mafia Don, darling. Or King if you'd like to kneel for me,” Carlo smirked at her, as he caught her staring at him.

Carlo was definitely checking her out and she was doing the same. He knew she loved what she was seeing because he caught the small movement of her standing a little straighter, her thighs closer together.

“I thought I was here to meet someone and-”

“And what? Fuck? Well gattina, I'm right here. Let me pleasure you,” Carlo’s voice was sensual. Serena could feel it wrapping itself around her body as she watched him rub his thumb on his lower lip, gently, a smirk on his lips.

Carlo knew the effect he had on her. Anyone could see it. She was trying to keep it in, but he only had 30 minutes. He wasn't going to waste it.

“I'm not going to help you,” Serena told him clearly.

She wasn't going to help someone that was arrested for buying drugs. 

“What the fuck do you mean you're not going to help me? What else are you here for? We're going to fuck and that's that,” Carlo said, annoyance filled his voice.

“I don't fuck my clients,” Serena told him.

Luca had the wrong idea of how she worked. This wasn't what she did. Anymore.

“Well what the fuck do you then? Braid each others hair?” Carlo scoffed.

He was pissed. He only got a girl once a week. It wasn't like he was addicted to sex. He was addicted to a warm pussy on his dick. That's it and nobody could provide him with that. He wasn't the type of guy to commit to one girl but heck if he fell in love with her pussy, he'd fucking marry her. He just hadn't found that girl and this bitch in front of him was annoying him. Had the world outside of this shit hole changed so much that he couldn't even get a girl to fuck him?

He was very pissed.

“Don't talk to me like that. I don't care who you are or what you're doing here. There's been a misunderstanding, and I'll sort it out with Luca,” Serena told him, her voice filled with anger.

Guys like Carlo annoyed her. It wasn't that she wanted love or some bullshit like that. She wanted respect and she wasn't going to get it by someone who treated women like an object.

Serena didn't want to listen to anymore so she turned around and walked back towards the door. She tried to open it but it was locked.

“You're stuck in here for 30 minutes,” Carlo muttered to her.

He wasn't going to bother with her. He knew when to respect a woman. If she said no, she meant no. This bitch said no very clearly.

Carlo knocked on the door opposite to the one she was standing next too.

“What do you mean I'm stuck here?” Serena asked, frustrated with herself for even agreeing to come.

Carlo turned around, anger laced in his words as he heard her annoying voice, “Listen bitch, I don't give two fucks what happens to you here. So just calm the fuck down and shut it,” He growled out at her.

She stared at him in shock. No one spoke to her like that.

“Asshole,” She muttered, not knowing what to say and turned back around to knock on the door again.

Carlo was a little surprised she answered him back. He was still pissed at her for ruining his mood.

He took three quick steps towards her, and grabbed a hold of her arm and spinned her around. She gasped out as surprise filled her eyes.

“What the fuck did you say?” Carlo asked lowly.

She stared up at him. He wasn't going to scare her.

“I said you're an asshole,” Serena replied back and she felt him tighten his hold on her arm, as he pulled her closer.

“I dare you to repeat that, bitch,” Carlo glared at her as she glared back.

She wanted to laugh in his face if he thought this deadly look scared her. It didn't. She had plenty of psycho girlfriends on her case and an imprisoned mafia King wasn't going to scare her.

“Come closer,” She whispered to him.

He smirked. Carlo knew he was going to get to her at some point. Every girl cracked under his intense stare. They all wanted to find out how he could pleasure a girl. He was the master of it. 

Carlo stepped closer, loosening his grip on her as she took a step closer to him as well.

The time crossed Carlo’s mind and he realised 8 minutes had gone but he could have this girl moaning his name out in less than 5. She was a time waster though. He didn't like that.

He watched as she smirked up at him and muttered the words that fueled his anger.

“You're an asshole,” She grinned at him and he felt her lift her knee up high. He was late. Too fucking late as her knee slammed up against his dick.

“Stupid fucking bitch!” Carlo groaned out as he lowered himself on the ground, cupping himself down below.

She was going to get murdered. He was sure of it. He would get out of prison just to kill her. Nobody fucking did that shit to any man in this world. This bitch just did it to him.

“Like I said. You're an asshole,” Serena scoffed and banged on the door repeatedly, until someone opened it for her. She walked out, not looking back, as Carlo laid on the floor.

He was in pain and that bitch caused it.

She was going to fucking die.

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