Y/n opened her velumptious eyelasses and looked around the room as she blew her raven black hair off her face.
she walked up to her mirror and posed for 20 minutes because she was the hottest girl in italy and she was a self love queen.
she hopped into the shower and washed her silky hair and scrubbed her body. when she was done she grabbed a nutrichus protin bar and slammed to the gym cause she was late for assassin training. oh yeah she's the hottest girl in italy and an assassin. what a baddie. 👑😜
"hey broski" she said to her trainer.
"hola bonita" said her spanish bilingual hot trainer Simon.
"let's get training."
y/n strapped on her boxing gloves and clarted Simon round the head while he was still tying his shoes.
"wtf you little runt b!tch" screamed Simon.
y/n hopped on his back and swung Simon in circles like a merry go round. Next she backflipped over his shoulders so that she was stood in front of him and she grabbed his ears and jiggled them so hard that they feel off. Finally she picked him up and threw him and the 37k chandalier which then feel down and with Simon attached to it.
WHAMB!!!!!
*the chandalier falls*
y/n was pretty sure Simon was dead so she cried really hard and ran out of the gym.
Authors note:
hey guys so now i've introduced y/n i hope you like her! it seems there's a bit of tension between her and Simon 🥺🥺💔. i hope she's ok!!!! find out more in the next chapter and leave a BIG THUMBS UP!!! 👍👍👍💞💞💞💞
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MAFIA KING - an Ian Hawke story⛓💔👑
Roman d'amourA TALE BY UNDIAGNOSED BIEBER FEVER y/n was a baddie who didn't need a man, that was until she met Ian Hawke. #69 in jamescharles 😍❤️
