Seduction: a fine art of manipulation and temptation, used to lure your prey. That's how Lexa Callero, the deadly and sadistic first born daughter of the Italian Mafia leader, sees the world. Her prey....
Her enemy, Kace Hollander, the ruthless and...
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Lexa Callero's POV
I stand up from my seat and walk towards them, taking confident steps with a smirk on my face.
"Hey...I'm not so sure I'm in the right class, is this the English room?" I ask innocently once I reach them, making sure to lean a little so Dimitri could get a clear view of my cleavage. His eyes immediately travel down where I wanted, but Elena stays fixated on my face with a welcoming smile appearing on her face.
"Yes! This is the English room, you're in the right class!" she says, acting overly friendly. "You're the new girl Lexa, aren't you?"
"Yes," I respond smiling and nodding my head. Dammit, all this smiling is making my face ache. When is this social shit going to be over?
"I'm Elena, this is my brother Dimitri," she says, motioning to her twin. His eyes still stay stuck on my chest, not responding. Elena notices this and gives him a small shove on the elbow. He quickly looks up at my face, snapping out of his thoughts.
"Sorry about him," Elena tells me, rolling her eyes. I lightly chuckle.
"Hello panemorfj, I'm Dimitri," he finally speaks in a flirtatious voice. I know a bit of Greek; I know a bit of every strong mafias' languages. So, I know the meaning of the word he called me.
"Umm...hi," I innocently say again, trying to act as if I don't know he called me 'beautiful' in his language.
"Come, lets sit," Elena speaks when students start filling the room. I follow her to the back of the room, where Dimitri sits and I sit next to him. Elena sits on my other side, and I'm assuming Kace will take the space on her other side.
As I suspected, the devil comes walking in and taking the seat next to Elena. She happily greets him, and he does the same, but I catch him sneaking a look at me and Dimitri farther away from her. This means that he's already made his introduction, and they seem friendly for the most part. Not looking good.
The teacher walks in before I have more time to converse with Dimitri, and she begins her lesson. She's an old, cranky lady by the looks of it, and I seriously have no fucking idea how I'm going to go through with this for the rest of the year.
"Crack ass bitch," I mutter under my breath, looking down to my open textbook. Dimitri turns my way.
"You've seen nothing yet. Just wait till we get to math class," he quietly chuckles so crack ass won't see us.
"Can we ditch?" I frustratingly ask him, wanting to get away from this mental torture. But also as a chance to spend time alone with him.
"Ditching class on the first day? Didn't take you as the rebellious type," he says with a flirtatious smirk. Bitch has no idea.
"Yes or no?" I ask again, ignoring his statement.
Without a response, he stands up from his seat and leaves the classroom. Crack ass scowls at him for leaving her class, but says nothing in protest. I follow him soon after, and see him waiting outside the main building, smoking a cigarette.
