My Winter

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Winter's pov:

He took me in our bedroom and tossed me on the bed. Wait. Did I just say... our bedroom? Guess it is. We both sleep in it.

As soon I was laid on my back, I tried to scrabble away from him, as I was afraid of seeing this side of him. Afraid of what he will do. He's angry and it's scary.

But of course, he was faster than me. He quickly climbed on top of me, straddling my hips. I pushed against his legs in hopes I had enough strength to push him off, but no use. He took my hands and pinned them on either side of my head.

"I'll allow you to continue your schooling." He growled out. "You will be trained on how to fight." I struggled against his hold, but he gripped me harder causing me to whimper. "I'll allow you to return to your residency after Lucien is dead. Not before then."

"And when will that be? Huh?" I asked. That could take years."You do know you can't just pull me out of residency right. I have to continue this non stop, no days off-"

"I have the money and the power to put you back in as if nothing ever happened and you will have no repercussions."

No. I didn't want that. I didn't want money and power to get me to cheat my way through life. I wanted to earn every last bit of what I do there.

"No!" I shouted at him.

"I wasn't asking. And don't," he leaned in closer to my face. "Shout at me."

"Or what?" I asked daringly.

He just looked at me. His eyes getting darker. I didn't think that was possible.

He took my hands and pinned them over my head with one hand. He took his other hand and brought to my butt.

"Hey. Stop that!" I said.

He took something out of my back pocket. My phone.

"You have no need for this anymore. At least not until I say you can."

I was able to slip a hand away from his hold and reach for my phone. But as soon as he pulled it back.

"Please. Give it back." I pleaded.

"Consider this your punishment for disrespecting me." He said with no emotion.

Out of rage and anger, I said something that, actually hurt to say. "I regret EVER giving you a chance. I should've taken my chances on escaping. I would be far away from a selfish man like you!"

Now, you may be asking... why blow up over him taking my phone? That phone, is the only connection I had with the outside world. Only connection away from this... nightmare.

I made a new friend. I would love to keep in touch with her. Now I'm grounded. For things that aren't even my fault. And he's treating me like I'm a child.

He gripped underneath my chin, making me wince. "No you don't." He said in a low voice. "And I'm doing you a favor. You think Chloe is your friend? You have no friends. Even if they did..." he leaned in closer. "They wouldn't care about you."

I slapped him. Hard enough to watch his head turn. His words were like a bullet to my heart. I felt a couple tears roll down. I know we're in a heated argument. And hurtful words are always exchanged in them. They say it because they want the other person to hurt just as bad as they do. They're words that they regret saying cause they don't mean them. But it doesn't make it hurt any less.

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Nicloas' pov:

I didn't mean to say that. I just wanted her to feel the pain that I did. But, I took it to far. I deserved that hit. What I said, definitely hurts way worse than what she said to me. I made my principessa cry. I'm the bad guy.

I didn't apologize when I said that. I should've. But I had to walk away before I let that side, my anger, do something that will not be repairable. So I left her crying to herself. What a wonderful man that I am.

We have a gym in the house. And I need to blow off steam. I didn't even change. I just came here and started punching the bag.

I need to make it up to her. But how? I really, really messed up.

"Nic?" I heard Bruno's voice.

"Is everyone ready for Tuesday?" I asked, not wanting to talk to him about what I did.

"Yeah." He stood next to me.

"Good."

"What's wrong?"

I didn't answer. 'King's don't mess up. And if they did, they deny it.' My father's words ran through my mind, continuing punching the bag. Harder and harder with each hit.

"Nic?"

I punched the bag so hard, it flew backwards, falling on its side.

"How bout we fight?" Bruno asked. "Will that be better?" He took of his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. "And you can tell me," he brought his hands up, ready to fight. "What the hell you did."
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I won. Naturally. But it wasn't easy. Bruno is an amazing fighter. Just about as good as me.

When I told him what I said to her, he hit me so hard, I thought he broke my nose. I deserved it and so much more.

Right now, we're sitting down on the floor, leaned up against the wall, with water and towels in hand, trying to regulate our breathing.

"How are you gonna make this up to her?" He asked.

I wiped the blood of my mouth and nose. "I have no idea. I'm not sure I can."

"I can think of one." He said after a while.

"How?" I asked quickly. I'm willing to take any advice.

"Invite Chloe over. Let them spend time together." He said simply. "I'll even bring my wife. I think they'd get along great."

That is a great idea though. I'll have to invite them here after a couple days. I don't know how Tuesday is gonna turn out so, I'll have to play it by ear.

"She doesnt belong in this life, Nic. Yes, I agree. She needs to learn some self defense. But this mafia life isn't for her. She heals. We kill."

"I know man. She'll be back to work before she knows it." I sighed out.