Rebirth of the DiBianco Family

[1]Men have always underestimated women.

Dominic POV

"And here's the bar. You have everything from waters, smoothies, salads, pasta." the girl says opening a door to a mini cafeteria. "Here's your card and the key to the locker."

"Thanks." I thank her still looking around the wide space. She starts heading back to reception.

"Ahh,not everyone speaks English, so when you enter, show the card I gave you and they will give you entry anyway."

"Thanks again." I thank her, again. And she gives me a smile before going back to her desk.

Nobody spoke English here and it was driving me crazy. When did I ever think it was a good idea to come to Columbia without knowing Spanish? I was going to kill Zane, that son of a bitch had to send me to the most lost place there was.

"Ohh better learn to speak Spanish fast." I say to myself as I look at the posters with what I assume are the training hours and appointments for private training. I might as well learn to box.

"Necesitas algo?" (Do you need something?) I turn at the sound of a sweet voice, so sweet I thought I was going to die there.

"Sorry, I don't speak Spanish." I say and she smiles

"No problem, I speak almost any language." she says in a diction almost so perfect that I believed her. "Do you need anything?"

"I wanted to sign up for doubles boxing training. " She gave a mischievous smile.

"If you're not afraid of being knocked to the ground by a woman, I can teach you."

She was the only girl there. I looked at her, she measured about 167 cm (5'6'') and must have weighed ten kilos less than me.

"I accept." I say stretching my hand also showing a smug smile.

She disappears to the corner of the gym while I go do some cycling to warm up.

I watched her wrap her hands in the bandages, when she finished she lifted her head and her eyes met mine in the mirror. She gave a crooked smile before positioning herself and punching the bag repeatedly. That made me swallow hard, for several reasons.

First because I was counting on a lack of technique and second because suddenly my pants were tighter and it was painful to move. I tried to ignore her as much as I could. Sometimes some men would approach her and she would help to position or help with something. She, however, never smiled at anyone, I found it curious. The girl at the reception came to talk to her there were only two people in the ring. They followed the last ring users to the door. I was on the weights finishing my reps when she came back appearing over my head.

I put the bar down before I sit up.

"It's time." She says stretching me bandages and gloves. Giving me the choice. I notice that she has her hands wrapped in bandages again, so I don't be unfair, I take the bandages too 

"Give me a minute." She says after helping me wrap my hands in the bandages.

I watch her walk to the entrance to turn off some lights and pull the blinds on all the windows.

I wonder if she isn't planning on killing me. I put the thought aside when she turned around.

"Can we make a bet?" I suggest when she approaches.

Each step she took was like a magnet, the closer she got the greater the force she exerted.

She smiles and damn what a beautiful smile.