That Boy (Male x Female Reader)

How It Started

Y/N 's POV

You might think being the daughter of the biggest boss  was just a bunch of forgetting birthdays and training.  Other than the birthdays it was just the training. It was the 1980's. My father was the boss for The Mayer Mafia. The biggest, baddest mafia in Brooklyn. Everyone, who weren't tourists, knew who they were. But me. No, not me. Nobody from the outside knew me. I was a secret to the underground. My father did it so all his enemies won't target his most prized possession. He made that mistake with my mom and he swore he wouldn't do it again. 

In the training room of the mansion...

*thump* *thump* *thump*
"footsteps" you thought.
I was blindfolded so I really needed to use my hearing.
*THUD*
I was grabbed by the arm, but before they could do anything, I grabbed both of their arms and locked them in an arm hold. They grunt in pain. They start kicking my legs but the kicks gave little to no pain.

"More footsteps behind you." I thought.

I kick back and I hit someone in the stomach and they ached in pain. I threw the person I had in the arm hold back into who I kicked. A hand crept up to my neck and before I knew it, I was being put into a neck hold. I put my hands in between my neck and the person's arm. I push away as I kick back at the legs. They fall down a bit, giving me the chance to escape and fight back.

"Footsteps, on the right." I thought.

I grab the person I was fighting and threw them to the right.
No thud.
I missed.

With that I started moving towards the sound of their breathing. I slowly move around trying to figure out what was going to happen next. After a moment, there was a strong pain in my left cheek, then my right. They were punching. I dodge by going down, but then a knee hit my chin. I fall back in pain. I felt thick, liquid coming out of my nose.

"Footsteps heading my way." I thought.

With a grunt, I roll to the right, as the fist hit the concrete. I get up in a hurry but I slow down. The pain was becoming bearable but not all the way. My back was facing the person. With a kick to the lower back, I fall onto my knees. I fall down on my stomach and roll onto my back and kick forward. Before I brought my leg back to my body, the person caught it, rolled me onto my stomach, and locked me in it. They bent it in a way I couldn't bear.

"DAMN IT, OK, OK. YOU WIN." I yell out.

I stand up as much as I can, putting little pressure on the leg they bent. I take off my blindfold and realized I was facing the wrong way. I turn and see 3 men on the ground standing up and 1 man standing in front of me.

"Jeez, Ace. You weren't taking it easy on me today." I acknowledged the 18 year old as I wipe off the blood from my nose.

"Sorry, Y/N. Boss's orders." Ace affirmed.

"And I thank you for that, Ace." A man behind you shouted.

I turn and saw three people walking into the training room. Ace's dad, my dad, and his security guard.

"Hey, dad. How'd I do today?" I ask as he stops right in front of me.

"Better, but not good. Ace threw in the most basic attacks that could happen. You got to work on it more." He said in that thick Brooklyn accent.

So I did. I was 16 at the time and 8 years later, I was better than I ever was. I had my father's full love and support which I was so thankful for. That was, until he died. No, he wasn't murdered, nor suicide. Old Age happened. But now that he's gone, it was my turn to take over.

Word Count: 679