the devils love

Chapter four

Ace~

A few days after Zade and dimples found out i understand spanish had passed. I now know the way to and from the kitchen, so i can't get lost anymore. i mean i have a few times but who's counting. Zade told me because i'll be living with him for a while and that i've seen what he looks like and been in his home, that i'll need to start training. i'm fine with that though because my father and brother used to train me from the age of 5 up until my father left. I kept on training after he went to try and make my mama and brother proud of me. They didn't really ever notice me unless it was my mistakes. I haven't told Zade that i already know how to fight and i'm going to make sure he doesn't find out yet. I don't want him asking questions.

He told me i would be training with Matteo, aka dimples, and he will be introducing me to some of his members later apparently.I don't want to meet anyone. Matteo is fine because he has offered me kindness but this is the mafia we're talking about. No one is kind without reason. And nobody does anything for you unless you're in power or they need something in return.

Dimples has a human personality so i don't know how he got in the mafia. He must be extremely good at what he does because he acts like he could be squashed by a bug.

I hate meeting new people, knowing that i'm going to have to make first impressions. That just makes my anxiety go through the roof. Boss man didn't even tell me when i'm going to meet them, just that i will and soon. Matteo told me he will come by my room in half an hour to take me to their gym. Yes, he has his own friggin gym. Rich bitch.

Carina and i hung out yesterday, in the kitchen. She got out a laptop and we went online shopping with Boss man's credit card. He let me because of you know kidnapping me for no good reason and keeping me locked up in this massive house that i'm only allowed to move through three rooms in. Now four but eh. We spent extra for next day delivery and i just finished going through all the amazing clothes i got. Including gym clothes i'm wearing right now. I have a black sports bra with purple straps and black high waisted leggings. My ass looks amazing in them by the way. And so do my boobs. I hate saying the word tits unless i'm calling someone else a tit so..

Matteo knocks on the door while i'm fixing my hair up into a messy bun. I pull a few strands down to frame my face and look hot as fudge like always. When i open the door I see dimples with a bright smile showing off his dimples. He's wearing a black tank top and some basketball shorts.

He leads me down some hallways and down some stairs and down more hallways until we reach the stairs leading down to a whole ass floor dedicated for training. God if i had this when i was younger i would be soooo ripped. i would have the biggest muscles ever.

No one else is in the gym. Just us two. And so much pressure. I just gotta fake being bad at this stuff.

He talks me through everything as if i don't already know, and we start doing stretches and warm ups on the mat. After a few lunges, knee lifts and bends, squatting, side stretches, and some cardio, we finally get to work. Obviously i was complaining the whole time because of how boring that was. Normally i just go for a jog then carry on with my workout. You know the basics, treadmill, boxing or sparring, lifting weights. Just the big boss stuff because of how cool i am. I do more than that most of the time but being stuck with no gym for multiple weeks is gonna ruin my reputation.

Matteo gets me to lift some dumbbells first to see how much i can carry. I go like four under what i can normally lift so they don't catch on, before i start 'struggling'. Then he gets me on the treadmill. And finally to the punching bag. My favourite. I got the worst gloves in the world on and it sucks. They're definitely all guys here. I swing at it with no effort whatsoever and dimples gets behind me putting me into what he thinks is the right position. He put on leg too far forward and the other too far to the right. I stay where he put me though and continued to swing my arms instead of punch. He gets extremely fed up and says he'll be back in a second. Then i'm alone with the bag. Heh just as i wanted.

I move myself into the right position and tighten the gloves.

Channel your anger. I start punching.

You can do better than that. Harder.

Such a weak little girl. I unstrap the gloves, throwing them.

Pathetic. I start punching again.

Spineless.

Child.

Useless.

Suck it up.

I never wanted you.

No one will ever want you.

You're such a cry baby.

Fragile, small bitch.

Words keep coming into my head. Everything is black. Until a loud bang comes. The punching bag has a bullet hole in it. Someone fucking shot my punching bag. Who would do that to my baby? I turn around and see Zade standing there with his gun in one hand pointing it in my direction. "I've been calling out your name for the last 15 minutes."

"Sorry." i mumble, out of breath. Shit he saw me being a fit ass strong bitch. What if he says something? What if he asks how? What if...

I'm snapped out of my thoughts by him telling me to follow him somewhere. Oh god, he's going to kill me for lying to him isn't he? This is why he hasn't seemed all mafia boss-ish in front of me because he knew he was going to have to kill me eventually. I am going to die. And i won't even be able to experience a ball like i've wanted to since i was 6. Every time my family was invited to a ball i would have to train extra hard so my father would let me attend with him. I'd aways wanted to wear a fancy black ball gown and walk down a marble staircase like a real princess. But every time i tried, i always failed. My brother got to go though. And i was proud of him for being able to attend. He'd always wanted to go as well. And he got to go. Only i didn't.

My brother was my father's favourite. Everyone knew this. He was also my mother's favourite. She just wasn't as obvious. No one actually knew he was her favourite, but we did. He definitely knew. That's why every time i wanted something he would be the one to ask for it. I know i wasn't their favourite. And i know they didn't want me, but my brother did.

Up until I left.