Two weeks had passed by and everyone was happy. Carlo only had two weeks left to be released from prison and everyone was happy for him. Serena more happy than anyone.

She knew it would be weird meeting him in public, and doing normal things but she was okay with that. As long as he was out and in his house.

She had gone to his house with Mika and Luca in the past couple of weeks. It was huge but that was understandable since a lot of people lived there.

Serena was in love with that place. It was full of hot men wearing her weakness proudly. Suits.

"Listen, I have to pick up something but you just wait here. I'll be right back," Luca told Serena, pointing to the wall.

They were outside buying balloons to decorate the house.

She knew Carlo would hate it so she bought a lot of them.

"Okay," Serena nodded at Luca who ran across the road quickly.

Serena and Carlo had gotten close in these past two weeks. Close didn't mean fucking all the time. It meant late night calls that surprisingly Carlo did. He was the one that called her every night, just wanting to hear her voice so she would tell him about what happened in her day. She asked if he had any fights in prison. He told her stories from prison. They just talked.

Every week when they did meet, it was mostly fucking. Rough sex, that Serena loved. She couldn't wait for him to get out of there just so they could do everything properly. She was worried the table would break the next time they used it.

She imagined Carlo's face when he would step into the house to find big balloons that spelt, 'Welcome back asshole.'

There was a lot of balloons.

A shadow blocked Serena's view and she looked up to see a guy wearing a black suit.

"Carlo is on the phone and wanted to talk to you. He said go somewhere private. Where's Luca?" he asked, looking down at me.

"He's gone to go buy something," Serena replied and the guy in front of her nodded.

She really did need to learn everyone's name. She hadn't met all of the guys that worked for Carlo. She just knew their wardrobe was filled with suits.

"You can answer the phone in that corner," He gave her the phone and Serena nodded, walking into a quiet street.

He followed her. She placed the phone near her ear but no sound came out of it. She pulled the phone away to see it was dead. It wasn't even on.

Serena was just about to turn around, when she felt an arm around her waist, that pulled her back and she could feel the cold metal of a gun placed near the temple of her head.

She looked ahead of her to see Luca standing there. So he didn't actually buy anything.

"Let her fucking go," Luca said, dropping the bags of all the balloons -they'd had bought earlier- on the floor.

Serena stayed still. Quiet. Not making a single noise, as she controlled her breathing.

"He's not going to come out to a happily ever after. He doesn't deserve that shit," The stranger said to Luca, spitting on the floor.

She remembered what Carlo taught her. He knew the second he was getting close to her, that her life wasn't going to be easy. She didn't like easy anyway. He taught her everything he could in twenty minutes. Ten minutes fucking, twenty minutes self defense. Life was perfect for Serena.

She heard the guy talking to Luca, ignoring every word that came out of his mouth. She remembered what Carlo told her.

"If someone holds you with a gun pointed to your head,what will you do?"

"Scream."

"No. You're going to get yourself out of there, gattina. When they're holding a gun, their legs are spread out, if not, the power of the gunshot could fuck with their legs. What you're going to do is, push one of your legs through his. And wrap it slowly around his foot. You lower your head and you pull at your foot. He falls, the gun drops, you run. You get out of there. Understood?"

She understood it now.

Her eyes found Luca's as he had his gun out too. Slowly, carefully, she pushed her left foot through the guy's open legs. She wrapped it around his foot, knowing he could feel it. She had to be quick. She lowered her head, and she pulled her foot back, making the guy fall to the floor and she ran across to Luca.

She wanted to jump up and down in excitement. She had actually done it.

Luca didn't hesitate to shoot. A gunshot sound rung in the silent street, and the guy was dead on the floor.

"You okay?" Luca turned to her quickly.

"I'm amazing, but you just killed him. Shouldn't we run or something now?" She asked confused.

This was normally the part where the bad guys ran. She was one of those bad guys. Woman.

"The police take about fifteen minutes to get here, because traffic is worse here. By that time, our cleaning crew will be in and out and no evidence of what happened will be here. Now shall we go back? It's nearly three, it's time to meet your asshole," Luca grinned at her and then frowned.

"That sounded so wrong. Let's just go before we're late," He muttered, and chuckled as they walked away, leaving the dead body behind them.

The cleaning crew would be here any minute.

***

"Good afternoon sunshine!" Serena entered the meeting room, with a basket full of food, that was double checked by Paul and a picnic blanket.

Carlo raised an eyebrow as he stared at her as she walked in, the door closing behind her.

"You want to play a little kinky? Did you bring the whipped cream?" Carlo asked, a smirk making its way on his face as he stood up from his chair.

"No, we're not having sex today. Today is going to be out first date," Serena grinned up at him, as she placed the basket and blanket on the table.

"Are you serious?" He scoffed.

Carlo didn't do dates. He fucked and he left them. He wasn't going to get rid of Serena but that didn't mean he was going to do dates. He wasn't her fucking boyfriend.

"Yes. I bought a lot of chocolate cake too," Serena smiled at him but her smiled disappeared when she noticed his frown. She knew he liked chocolate cake.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

She thought a date would be nice. They knew literally everything about each other, but they never had an official date. Luca had helped her buy everything and Mika had helped her make the cake too.

"I'm not into that boyfriend and girlfriend shit. I don't do dates," Carlo told her clearly.

He didn't want her getting the wrong idea.

Serena knew they weren't at that stage yet. Or if they were at any stage at all. She didn't know where they were at.

"Am I just your fuck buddy then?" She asked, as she crossed her arms and stared at him.

"No. You fucking know that. You're just not my girlfriend," Carlo rolled his eyes at her.

She was going to make a big deal out of this shit, he knew it.

"I'm either a fuck buddy, or I'm something more than that. So what am I, Carlo?" Serena asked again, jumping up a little to sit on the table.

She had used his name. He knew shit was going to escalate quickly so he stepped towards her.

Every step closer made Serena a little nervous. She knew just a single touch from him, made her knees weak.

"You're more than a fuck buddy, but I don't do labels so you're not my girlfriend. Understood?" He asked, as he placed both of his hands on each side of her, caging her inside.

He smirked down at her as she smiled slightly.

"I understand," She replied back.

She knew she wasn't his girlfriend. They weren't even close to that level but they were more than two people having sex.

"Now tell me, gattina, what happened earlier?" He asked, his ego filling with pride.

She was a fucking badass woman and he was keeping her to himself. All of her. She belonged to Carlo.

Serena grinned. She felt so happy that she was able to defend herself.

"This guy held a gun at me and I got out of it. It was so cool. I think I could be the next friendly neighbourhood spiderman!" Serena exclaimed, explaining her story with a big grin on her face.

"Last time I checked, gattina, you had a pussy," Carlo smirked at her and she rolled her eyes.

"You know what I meant," Serena muttered to him as he stepped back a little.

"I want to teach you something else," Carlo said to her as he held a hand out.

She grabbed it and jumped down from the table and stepped in the middle of the room with him.

Carlo placed his hands on her hips, and turned her body around, her back leaning against his chest.

"If someone did this to you, what would you do?" He asked as he wrapped an arm around her neck, his hold light.

She moved her leg back a little, but Carlo pushed it away.

"Come on gattina. Show me what you've got. What if I was holding a gun," Carlo murmured against her ear, as he faked a gun with his fingers and placed it near her forehead. His voice was seductive and deep, Serena couldn't concentrate well.

Serena thought of what she could do. She's never been in a situation where someone held a gun at her, except today but the guy had his legs spread out. She was stuck as her mind tried to come up with ideas of how to get out of this hold.

"I'd call this sexual harassment," Serena muttered.

"It's not harassment, if you like it," Carlo mumbled against her neck.

He let her go, and turned her back around. She grinned up at him.

"That was easy," She said, and he rolled his eyes.

He was a fucking pussy when it came to her.

"It was because I let you go," Carlo muttered, as he wrapped his arms around her waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and smiled up at him.

"When you get out of here, what's the first thing you're going to do?" She asked him, as he swayed her side to side, slowly.

They were dancing. Carlo didn't do dates but apparently he did dancing. Serena was amazed but stayed quiet.

"Visit my mom," Carlo replied back and she nodded.

"And then?" She asked

"And then I'm going to take you to my house and we're going to have fun. A whole lot of fucking. We're not leaving that room for days, gattina," He smirked down at her as he noticed a slight blush on her cheeks.

This was the first time Serena blushed and it made his ego burst with flames. Fuck. He made this girl blush. He was fucking proud of himself.

"If I stole something from Paul, do you think he'd notice?" Serena asked Carlo, a smirk on her lips.

He was confused. Was she planning to spend time in prison now? Did she have a prison kink?

"What exactly is it that you want to steal?" Carlo asked.

"Maybe a pair of handcuffs. So I could use them on you," Serena grinned as Carlo chuckled.

Carlo leaned down, his lips a few inches away from hers.

"Trust me, baby, I have a lot of toys I could use on you," He whispered, his lips forming a smirk as he watched her blush again.

Who was this Serena? Carlo wanted to laugh as he stepped back.

"So...about that date? We have fifteen  minutes," He mumbled, running his hand through his hair.

She grinned up at him, kissing him on the lips quickly as she picked up the blanket.

He was definitely a fucking pussy when it came to her. He wanted her to be happy around him, and if it meant they had to do fucking dates, then he'd do them.

Two more weeks and he was going to be free.

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