His Mafia Princess - J.H

Bonus Chapter 8

Ellie-Ann pov (13 years)

"Alfie I'm gonna kill you." I shouted as I chased him out of the room.

He made a b-line for the stairs and started running down them. I threw the ball I had in my hand at him. He slowed down a little when it hit him, which gave me an opportunity to catch him up. He let out a Yelp as I tackled him to the floor.

"Ow. Get off me asshole." He shouted.

"Give me back my phone." I shouted back as I tried to pry it out of his hand.

"Hey." We both said as a third hand pulled it away from both of us.

"Why are you here?" Alfie asked him.

"Nice to see you too Alfie, Ellie-Ann." He smirked, making me groan.

"Where's mom and dad, Cal?" I asked.

"Mom and dad have gone out. I have been sent here to look after you two." He explained as he pushed my phone on his pocket.

"But we don't-"

"Shut up ass clown." I flicked his head and got off his back. "Can I have my phone back please?" I asked as I walked over to Callum.

"Alfie why'd you take her phone?"

"No don't-"

"Some guy asked her for nudes on Snapchat and she was going to send him some." He smirked.

"No I didn't-"

"You were gonna what?" Callum asked.

"He's lying. Well not about the guy. I wasn't going to send him anything. I don't even know who he was. I was going to send him a meme and then block him. But this idiot stole my phone before I could because he thinks I'm a slut and would actually do something like that." I explained.

"I actually believe you over him this time. But either way, we're gonna settle this little fight the right way. Loser makes dinner." He stated as he signalled for both of us to follow him.

We both groaned and followed him into the garage. He got out two pairs of wrap and walked over to us. He wrapped up both our knuckles before walking off and drawing a chalk circle on the mat.

"You know the rules. Don't step out of the circle unless you're giving up. You, don't hit her tits. You, don't hit his dick. First one to tap out or stays down for more than three seconds loses." He recited.

"Wait, you're not even gonna give us gloves? Dad won't be happy about that one." Alfie asked as we walked into the circle.

"Don't hit her head too hard to draw blood and he won't find out." He shrugged. "Go."

I took no time in punching his shoulder. He hissed in pain but didn't take too long to punch me back in the stomach. Glad I was too lazy to make lunch earlier. I doubled over and groaned which left the side of my head exposed. He threw a second lunch that collided with my face just at the tail of my eyebrow. That's gonna cut.

He tried to throw a third punch, but I blocked it and followed through with an uppercut. His head flew back and I landed a second and third punch on his stomach. Stupidly, I gave him a few mercy seconds to regain his balance, which he took to his full advantage.

He swung forward, which I wasn't expecting him to do. I'm pretty sure he was aiming for my rib, which is a fatal blow anyway, but he hit too high and sent an excruciating pain surging through my chest. I let out a painful groan as I bent forward slightly to catch my breath which gave him a full opportunity to body slam me into the floor and keep me pinned there.

"3"

"2. Last chance Ellie."

"1. Congrats Alfie. You won and Ellie is making dinner." Callum laughed as Alfie got off me and helped me up.

"Sorry about your eye." He laughed as he dapped me up.

"You will be when dad sees it." I laughed back.

"Shit."

"Anyway, you're making dinner right?" Callum asked, ignoring Alfie.

"Yeah yeah. I'm making you fatasses dinner." I rolled my eyes and walked out of the garage towards the kitchen. Never specified what I had to make.

*******

"Not again." Mom groaned as she walked in the kitchen.

"What princess?" Ew no.

"Your daughter fought one of your sons again." His pace quickened a little as he walked into the kitchen as well.

"You lost?" He asked making mom hit him.

"I technically didn't lose. Alfie cheated and Callum didn't call him on it." I clarified as he walked over and checked my eyebrow.

"How did they cheat?" Mom asked as she got out an alcohol wipe to clean my eyebrow.

"No Alfie cheated. Callum just didn't flag him for it. He was aiming for my rib but hit my boob instead. Or at least I think he was aiming for my rib." I answered as I hissed slightly from the sting.

"He what? Where is he-"

"No dad. Leave it. I lost so I had to make dinner." I smirked as I pointed over to the food I had made.

"But they don't like spaghetti carbonara?" He pointed out as he leaned over.

"Don't they? What a shame." I laughed as he rolled his eyes.

"You are evil." He stepped back for a second. "Just like your mother." He knew she was gonna go for him, so he stepped back before he said it.

"Asshole." She mumbled after she had put a few butterfly stitches on my eyebrow.

"Alfie, Callum." I shouted out making both mom and dad wince from the volume. "Phone. Now." I demanded as Callum walked in. He rolled his eyes and handed it to me. "Here you go." I smirked as I handed them their bowls of carbonara.

"El, we don't like this." Alfie pointed out.

"I know you don't. You assholes cheat and then expect me to make you something you like? That's funny." I laughed as I took my place next to dad who was already sat down, eating with mom.

"Cheated? How?" Alfie grilled as they both sat down and reluctantly started eating.

"Where's the one place you aren't allowed to hit her?" Dad asked as he looked at them both.

"How'd you know?"

"Is he- are you dumb? The agonising pain the spread through my chest when you hit me told me enough." I answered.

"Okay, that's fair enough. But why am I getting punished for that shit? I didn't touch her." Callum defended.

"You were reffing them right?" Mom asked.

"Yeah."

"So that's why you're getting punished for that shit. You fucked up your role as ref. And besides you have your own home. Go make food there if you're that bothered." She pointed out.

"Ha." I looked at them smugly as they both regrettably started to eat the food I made.