My Tragic Mafia Life | ✔️

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Josephine Williams wasn't kind. The value of it was something she found useless, and utterly boring. The domain of school was for hers to be ruled, and for all others to follow. But if  there was something Josephine did feel in her heart, it was greed.

Ugly, rotten greed.

Dante Valencio became the physical form of that greed in that very instance.

She had tried telling herself that she was better than the faces of classmates that she saw running through the halls were no better than pipsqueaks. But this boy, this charming boy had laid sights upon her dead boredom and ripped it apart. She wasn't one for younger men, but there was a sort of aura that sucked the quivers of Josephine chest and flowed warmth between her legs.

Josephine gleamed up to him, all teeth and canines. "You look nice. How was your summer?"

He was a classical beauty, but nearly unreadable. Like ice given form, Josephine's greed given form, he held nothing in regard to the young lady below him. He flickers his dark eyes, ominously and unruly before her sight.

And scoffed.

Josephine blinked.

"Sorry, I don't think we've met before." Was all he said.

Josephine leered closer, buttery lashes flickering underneath the pools of light from the ceiling overhead in the hallway. A dip of her neck revealed diamond earrings clinging from her lobes. She purred, "You sure you don't recognize me?"

Dante stiffened, his shoulders alert as he watched the demoness before him, his face ice and cold and beautiful. "No, I'm pretty sure I've never met you before."

"Such a shame," Josephine giggled, ignoring passerby of students murmuring in her wake as she traced long fingertips around the center of his chest. It was rock-hard, lining thin muscle much to Josephine's satisfaction. She would enjoy this one.

In a flash, he ripped off her frail wrist and clasped it with an iron-hard grip, blue-black veins bulging out of muscled forearms. The image of a frozen rage screeched through his eyes, soft and awake and on fire yet at lay.

Something low and dark strummed in Josephine at the sight. Dark and seductive.

He snarled into her ear. "I'm not in the mood for games."

"Really?" Josephine drawled, lips pooling towards his own. "Because games are my favorite."

She attacked, but instead of his own pair to find, she ran toward the hilt of his ears and bit.

He shoved her off of him, ramming her to the floor. But it was not enough to stop her from her lick of his ear or the strum of his heartbeat. And at the sight, willowy limbs on the floor, Josephine laughed a little.

Because there was nothing to stop the sudden flush that bore on Dante Valencio's face.

Virgin. He was a virgin.

Josephine darkened. She wanted this virgin.

A moment later, Dante found it in himself to clench his fists, pick up whatever supplied he needed from his locker and step around her. Like a piece of trash discarded and unneeded.

At bay, Josephine strummed her long nails around the corners of her mouth, remembering the flesh that was him beneath him. Then she thought about other parts of his flesh beneath her.

She curled her toes.

Laughing a fool, she slowing lifted herself like a feather and imagined all the things she would do to break the pride that Dante held. How she could make him moan at her feet. How she wanted him to do just that.

In the background, she saw Lexi and Serenity strutting across the hallway to meet her, the flocks of students moving out their way in admiration or fear.

Josephine dusted herself off, something new burning at her chest. Josephine wasn't one for puppy-love. She loved feeling, she loved thrills. Lust or love or whatever.

She was filled with greed, and wanted that boy. Games were fun. Sex was fun. And who was she, if not Josephine Williams to game this beast of a boy? If pride was one thing, Josephine held another.

And that was stubbornness.

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-Mel

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