THREE

MARWA XAVIER NIXON.

Holy-fucking-shit was the only thing that came to mind.

Clearly, I wouldn't have had to guess that the fucking Hispanics pissed off someone as usual.

Another text came through and I almost gasped at the tariff of the hit placed on the two dickheads.

Unknown: 5.000.000$

I shouldn't have been this surprised, I mean the twins were the Spanish heirs of their mafia. It was evident that someone would want them killed at any price, and at some point, but this job was not mine.

As much as I disliked the twins I couldn't afford to have a war on my hands. I wouldn't have been able to get through it. Our mafias might not have seen eye to eye and refused to interact internationally, but we sure as hell wouldn't start a war that would be our goddamn downfall.

And theirs too.

It was far too dangerous even if I knew that our resources, soldiers and derivations of power were equal.

I typed on my phone, my emotionless face back on with that nagging bitter feeling in my chest.

Me: Request Denied.

I let out a snort nudging Enzo that was typing away on my laptop taking notes, as he looked over the texts, his eyes widened significantly and opened his mouth to say something.

"Miss Xavier, pay attention, please," Upon hearing Miss Farhan I sent her an apologetic look and nodded refocusing on her as I turned off my phone plopping it in my back pocket.

"Get your own, you horny asshole" I grumbled glaring at Enzo then grabbed my laptop as I discerned him logging out of Pornhub.

A few devious know-it-alls glanced in our way disapprovingly, that hint of judgmental shit clear in their eyes and I flipped them off with a grunt. Bitches.

I logged out and typed away with my utmost attention on Miss Farhan as she explained intently asking us questions to see if we were on the same track as her. Halfway through the lecture, the door opened, abruptly, and my heart sank in my ass, my eyes wide as saucers staring at the two handsome identical devils.

Disheveled onyx locks, cold indistinguishable dark blue eyes roaming around the large space to settle on me. Those faces of theirs hardening, jaws clenching and those lips- Fuck. I slapped my whoreish self in the face turning to Enzo as he glared at the two fuckers creating havoc in my heady core but a fucking war in my brain.

Who knew that seeing them for the first time in the last eight years would've done this to me. Would've pulled this disastrous craving in me. I hated how their gazes were fixated on me.

Unwavering, unsettling and so so fucking primal.

Miss Farhan froze turning to face the twins with a hard glare that didn't suit her usually soft smiley features.

The rest of the class perked up staring and eye-fucking the two boys that were now men while they walked to sit in the two seats in front of Enzo and me since those were the only ones available.

Fuck my life. Luck was never on my side.

"Well, okay, I guess. Make yourselves comfortable-" Miss Farhan said, "And pay attention," she added sternly at the newcomers And I ground my teeth with anger.

Questions upon questions made thinking a hard thing to do as they flogged my brain.

What the fuck are they doing here in our territory? Were they even aware of the targets on their backs? What were they doing here?-

Fuck! This was not what I imagined my day to be like.

Victoriano being the cheeky fuck that I remembered him to be-flashed the desperate overused hoes that were trying to get his attention a seductive smirk that twisted my insides. I scoffed at his fuckboy antics.

"Whoriano," I muttered his now, new nickname under my breath but he apparently heard it and turned around to face the blank but furious look on my face.

"Is someone jealous?" He mocked in a baby voice and I rolled my eyes having to answer this idiotic fucker without losing a brain cell was tangible.

"You fucking wish."

He laughed while Enzo gave me a thumbs up getting up to leave as the class ended and I appreciated the fact that Vincentius was quiet as always. Cause who the fuck would want to deal with another annoying twin?

I felt my shoulder being tapped and I faced those haunting dark blue eyes, the small scar on the corner of his lips giving him away. His pretentious stare made me self conscious leaving that clogging and anxiety-filled taste in my mouth with how he bore those blue gems into me. Always so attentive.

"We need to talk," he gruffed. That deep commanding tone sent vibrations to my pussy but I nodded affirmatively. His dumb playboy of a brother long forgotten.

"Where?" I questioned with a stoic undertone.

"Our house-" he paused seeing my brows furrow, "Malika and DiAllevo and my parents were the ones that set it up. 8PM." he resumed his eyes not taking that intense gaze off of me.

I squinted my eyes in assessment. "Are you serious right now?" I demanded but did not wait for his reply as I grabbed my phone texting Mama to confirm what he said and thank the lords above that she answered right away.

"Hey, baby! I missed you," she greeted cheerfully and I couldn't help but have a smile grace my face.

"Hi, Mama. I missed you too," I admitted.

"I'm assuming you met the boys? they told you about the meeting we're having later," my mom said cutting straight to the chase.

"Yes and yes."

"Well, I'll see you then, darling. You can trust them." she hung up before I could ask why we were meeting them.

I noticed Vin still eyeing me and I stared back holding the intense eye contact with defiance.

"I'm leaving. This is ridiculous," I strode out grabbing my backpack, other students and miss Farhan came into the lecture hall. And I watched as his towering six foot eight frame moved swiftly avoiding being touched by the passerbys making me laugh at how his habit of not wanting to be touched was still in him, his eyes glaring into anyone that merely glances at him.

"I'll pick you up later," he, abruptly, announced, moving to cast me a single emotionless glance.

"Don't, we'll be there," I sighed, a frown marring my features and I begrudgingly made my way home since Enzo texted me that he had shit to do, after leaving so abruptly.