Made For The Mafia (18+) (1 of 3)

Chapter 22 - Mine

I spend the next week training with Anthony and Danny during the day, and with Enzo at night.

Anthony teaches me how to fight, or rather how to block blows from men larger than me. I know it will be useful when I start going out and luring the people they want me to interrogate, but it's hard fucking work. My muscles ache every day from my constant use of them and I can already see more definition in my upper arms and legs.

Danny, however, has been showing me how to use a gun. Also useful. But exciting. There is a different type of power that comes from pulling the trigger, even just at plastic bottles in the area behind the house. It's euphoric. That split second of waiting between the gunshot and target being hit is unlike anything else I have ever experienced. My heart racing. My eyes widening as I watch the bullet. My fingers being responsible for it. It's surreal. I just hope I won't hesitate when a person replaces the plastic bottles. If it comes to that.

"That's enough for today." Danny claps his palms together and I lower the gun in my hand.

I turn the safety on and push the barrel into the back of my leggings, against the small of my back. Danny smirks. Usually I hand it back to him. But I think I want to keep it for awhile. What did Enzo say last week? 'Can never be too prepared' or something like that...

We are halfway back to the house when Danny's voice pulls me back to reality, out of my head.

"We are headed to the club tonight, wanna join?" He wiggles his eyebrows with a smirk, taunting me as he usually does about my past job.

I roll my eyes and chuckle. "You wish."

"You don't miss it?" He asks and I shrug. "I'm sure your customers do." He adds to bug me. It works.

"You're a dick, you know that right?" I glare at him and he laughs, amused with himself.

"Little lion, if that's what you want from me, all you have to do is ask. I'm not scared of the control freak in there, baby." He winks, nodding towards the house. "I wouldn't give you that scar on your cheek either." He adds, with a tiny hint of seriousness behind his tone. I ignore it and any opinions he has of it.

I don't care what he thinks or anyone else's opinions for that matter. I ignored or avoided any questions this week about it from people around the house. I don't need to explain. And even if I wanted to, nothing sounds like a good explanation for how I was cut. I wouldn't share the truth.

Besides, the scar is fading a little bit more each day. It shouldn't be noticeable in a few days. It's fine, just like I keep reminding Enzo.

I roll my eyes dramatically at him, thinking over his offer. He's such a flirt. And a liar. I know without a doubt he would never risk falling out with Enzo for a few minutes with me. I don't think he even sees me that way. I'm sure he thought of it at some point, or still wants to now, but our relationship isn't like that and won't ever be. We both know that. He's cute, attractive even, but I would never act on that. This past week together every day only made me see him even more as an annoying younger brother figure. Nothing else.

"Do you always have to be so crass?" I ask and we both laugh. "Seriously, a whole week of this shit and you still haven't let go of the stripper or fucking jokes? Come on, man." I nudge his arm with my elbow and his cheeks blush just a little at my teasing.

"You are no pure rose either, little lion. You give just as good as you take." He winks again at the double meaning of his words and I sigh, nudging him again.

God, he's annoying. The little lion comments infuriate me and he knows it. He knows just how to get under my skin. And he likes it.

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