BOOK 2 of Serendipity !
Just when Carlotta thought she found her serendipity in Greek Mafia Don Evangelos Kosmos, everything goes to shit. Again.
Thrown into the hands of her ex-boyfriend, Emiliano, she has to fight tooth and nail as Evengelos is...
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The basketball swished into the net seamlessly and a large grin overtook my face.
Gigi cheers for me and goes to collect the ball, running back and dapping me up as he grins as well.
"You're getting so much better." He comments, wiping sweat from his forehead, the sweat glistening on his bare chest as well.
It was yet another hot day, and we were all frankly getting sick of it.
That doesn't stop us from our daily basketball practice though, and I grin despite the sticky heat. "I'm starting to like three-pointer-of-the-day." I tell him and he shakes his head.
"I told you to trust me." He replies with a shrug, before idly dribbling the ball and looking at me challengingly, "Keep it up and you'll soon get to the level I was at in my freshman year." He grins smugly and my gaze turns dark.
I get into an offensive position, ready to play 1 on 1 with him, "Fuck off, old man." I sneer back, his smirk only growing wider as he dribbles the ball between his legs and to one side teasingly. I grunt in frustration, knowing he was more experienced than me but not willing to admit it, "Your bones will be too weak to play by the time I get there." I respond and he grins at me, teeth and all.
It's only now that I realise he has really sharp canines. Fuck, I forget who I hang around with... maybe some of the rumours I've heard about him are true-
Gigi dribbles the ball between his legs once more before faking left, which I fucking fall for as he swishes past me, and goes for a layup, jusping up to the net and simply depositing the ball into it.
His feet land back on the ground gracefully as he turns back to me, "Oh really?" He teases and I roll my eyes playfully.
"Fuck off." I mutter and he laughs out loud at me.
I turn around to walk off the court and he bounds up behind me, wrapping an arm around my neck and I exclaim.
"Urgh you're fucking sweaty!" I grimace and he continues to laugh at me, not letting go.
"Hey, you have a phone call to use." He replies instead, shoving me away from him in retaliation, like I was the gross one who clung onto him, and I widened my eyes in realisation.
"Oh shit you're right." I mumble absentmindedly as I grin widely.
Gigi picks up our shirts, throwing mine at my chest as he slips his own on and nods towards the building.
I nod and slip my own on, jogging to catch up beside him as we make our way inside, where it was thankfully a little cooler.
We passed Dane and his group of friends on the way, who sent us a nod of recognition. It was nice to know we had at least some allies in their fucking place,
Though to be honest, as a maximum security prison, life hasn't been that awful at all. More like a summer camp.
You watch shit like Prison Break and expect the cruellest treatment from guards and inmates, but what really made you fucking hate this place was the isolation. Even with Gigi with me, I missed being free.
