Companion Song: Heart-Shaped Box by Nirvana
Vinnie
As I open the door to my apartment I see Patrick studying in the living room with his new girl. I know she's friends with my little freshman admirer, that's probably where she learned my name.
Patrick introduced this girl as Cassandra, but I've only ever heard people call her Cassie or Cass. It doesn't matter to me either way, I don't plan on addressing her anytime soon.
"What's up bro? We're just studying in here, but we can move to my room if you want." Patrick says from the couch.
"Doesn't matter to me. Just don't get any shit on my couch"
My family owns and furnishes the place. I let Patrick move in, so there would at least be a witness or civilian casualty if I were to be attacked.
Being the rising Don of the Italian mafia comes with its own set of complications.
Patrick's little girlfriend mumbles something under her breath about my comment.
That's just payback for spreading my business.
I wonder if her friend told her about our little appuntamento in the elevator the other day. It sure seemed to shake her up. I can almost smell the purity wafting off of her every time we meet.
Just as I walk back to my room, the biggest room in the apartment, my phone dings.
Ashley: I really enjoyed sitting with you in our business class today. We should hang out soon. HMU whenever you're free. <3
Oh god, I was just trying to make a little freshie jealous and now I've opened this can of worms again.
I'm juggling my classes, owning Amore, and training to run the mafia and all these girls want is my attention.
Vinnie: I'll let you know when I need you.
Hopefully she'll get the message.
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When Saturday rolls around, I'm finally ready to let loose. I've skipped most of my classes this week to run some errands for my Dad. Simple ones only, cash drops, drug runs, and my personal favorite: interrogation.
There's nothing quite like smacking the barrel of a gun to the temple of some low level middle man to get my mornings going.
Saturdays though, Saturdays are my day. I wake up with whichever girl of my choosing decided to please me for the night. This morning it was Ashley. She was practically begging me to fuck her over text, so I gave her the chance.
The handprint on her ass is still prominent from riding last night as I pull the covers off.
"Ashley, it's time to get up." I say sternly.
"You wanna get breakfast or something?" she asks using her puppy dog eyes.
They have no effect on me, I've seen it all before.
"Busy day, you should probably get going. I'll see you in class."
Without a second of hesitation she's out the door.
"Who was that?" a grating voice from the kitchen asks as I bolt the door.
"None of your business"
Cassandra is sitting on my kitchen counter in Patrick's shirt and boxers as he makes her breakfast.
"Eggs?" Patrick asks, spatula in hand.
"Yeah, thanks." I say
I take a seat at the kitchen table in my t-shirt and boxers from last night.
"Listen, we're going to Amore tonight. Be in my booth by 11, I'll meet you there after I'm done with business." I say looking at Patrick.
He doesn't know what I do, but he knows enough not to ask questions about where my money comes from.
"You got it!" Patrick waves the spatula in the air as confirmation.
"Ooh! A booth at Amore, how'd you swing that?" Cassandra asks me.
She's met with my cold, silent stare.
"Tough crowd. Anyway, I'll see you there I guess. My roommate Rose desperately needs a night out. Can we hang in your booth tonight?"
"Aren't you like 17?" I ask with a furrowed brow.
"Uh no. Not like it's any of your business, but I'm 19 and Rose is 18, but for all purposes tonight we're 23."
"Yeah, right. Good luck with that" I laugh
"What? Are you gonna tell the owner or something" Cassandra says, eyes rolling.
If only she knew the irony of her statement.
"No, in fact, I'll tell my connections to make sure you two skip the line this time."
"Oh look at Mr. Nice Guy over here!" Patrick says laughing over the stove.
"Try not to throw any punches this time, Conor McGregor."
God this girl is really getting on my nerves. Her friend better be the fuck of the lifetime to make up for all of this.
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RomanceA pure, virginal Rose moves into her first year at NYU. She tries to navigate balancing her studies and trying to find "the one" to lose her virginity to. She's gone this long without having sex, so whoever takes it needs to be up to her standards...
