Obsession.

Chapter 7 ~ Valen

I woke up thinking about her.

I can't get her out of my head. I thought the Italy trip would take care of it, but every night I found myself up lost in thoughts about her.

I keep thinking back to the moment in the gym. Her white hair was in the way of her gorgeous face. I watched her nipples harden so quickly. God I wish that sports bra wasn't blocking my view. I got to finally touch her beautiful light skin when I grabbed onto her thighs.

I hope she wasn't scared of it. I know her body reacted with pleasure, but I have no way of knowing what was in that mind of hers.

She doesn't deserve to be stuck with a monster like me.

I get out of bed and head to the gym. I need to blast some music so she doesn't wrack my thoughts again.

I find myself looking at the bench where I sat with her. I haven't seen her since then. She's still asleep. It's cute how angry she gets in the mornings. I had to stop myself from peaking into her room and looking at her peaceful slumber.

Mileva is driving me to the brink of insanity.

I hear someone come join me in the gym. Amir walks around to see me.

Amir has always been my best friend. We met in the fourth grade, and we have been inseparable since. I'm happy that Mileva likes him.

"What's up?"

"Giorgio wants to meet us all for dinner tonight."

"Why?" I ask.

"No idea. He mentioned il Buco though."

"Oh I see. He's impressing someone."

Amir chuckles, "Want to spar?" He asks, putting on the boxing gloves.

"Yeah why not."

Amir is my only challenging opponent. He knows so many fighting styles. He's taught me a lot of karate and krav maga over the years. He's even showed me a Malay style known as bersilat that his father taught him.

His father was one of our best men. Even I was heartbroken when he passed. Amir went to a dark place after that. He had more sex than I have ever had in the span of a year. Probably because he's pulling two genders. He drank a lot, and even picked up smoking. At one point I caught him with heroin. Thank god I stopped him before he used it. We may sell the drugs, but we know what that shit can do to our bodies.

He's quit the smoking, and the drinking is back to casual. He still fucks like a rabbit though. I'm just glad he's been able to cope.

Amir and I spar until we tire each other out. We both find so much joy in letting all of our skills loose.

Mileva hasn't seen this side of us, but we are both some of the best assassins in America. They don't catch us because we pay them off if someone finds out. We can't fight how we usually do or more people would know.

We could both be unarmed and take on any weapon. We just arm ourselves for the convenience. We are both trained to kill with any means necessary.

My dad wants me to be the leader he couldn't be. Once he gave me a long speech about leading with fear. He wants me to run the Mafia with an iron fist. Almost like a dictator I guess. He hired dudes that trained me, Amir, and three others to be killing machines.

It was brutal. We would be beaten to work harder, and we never received any praise. In his mind, we didn't win unless our opponent was unconscious.

I was only fifteen when I was sent on my first hit. I was sent to skill a kingpin so we could absorb his product. I wish I wasn't successful. They are skills I'm glad to know, but I wish I had learned them any other way.