Aurora Valentino is a 24 year old female mafia leader born and raised in Italy. She is known as 'The Madonna" and is feared by all.
Yet the most powerful woman has her hands tied when she is set to marry her enemy, the future heir to the Valerio ma...
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Entering the Valerio training grounds, it was way too late in the night but the centre was still very much alive, with all the new recruits still training.
The flight back wasn't too long but it was still late, and both Aurora and Damien wanted to finish up with this matter, so they could get some sleep.
As soon as they enter the training ward, everyone stops what they were doing and turns to face the both of them, putting their heads down in respect.
Damien nods his head and everyone goes back to their training.
"Thank God, you're finally here." Matteo exclaims as he walks towards them
"What, little brother? Didn't enjoy training the new recruits?" Damien asks
"You should be thankful, I took over when you decided to take a last minute vacation." Matteo counters
"Not a vacation, more like a forced horrible work trip" Damien says, turning to Aurora who rolls her eyes
"Madonna, next time you decide to go on a last minute trip to Milano, take me instead of my arrogant and ungrateful brother here." Matteo jokes
"Ya, and I'll stay here and train the recruits properly. You've probably only managed to turn them all into computer nerds" Damien states
Aurora let's out a little laugh as Matteo sends his brother a death glare.
"You wish you could have my nerdy computer brain"
"I really don't." Damien replies
"Basta, ok come on, go do your thing" Matteo then says, leading Damien to the recruits
"Won't be long" Damien turns and mutters to Aurora before he follows Matteo and begins to walk around the training centre, inspecting all the newer recruits, who were making great progress.
Aurora also walks around, inspecting the training that was going on, comparing their materials to the ones her centre had. A group of men were working out, lifting weights. Another group was training their fighting skills. Some were working on their shooting and gun range. Others on their knife throwing... Aurora's personal favourite.
She walks over to the blade room and runs her hand across the new sharpened daggers and knives that were all placed on the wall, waiting to be used.
Turning to the recruits who were training with the blades, she watches a few of them. Noticing their stance, and the way they held the daggers, she knew exactly where they were going to hit and it would be off each time.
As one recruit brings his arm back, ready to aim and throw, Aurora speaks.
"Questo non colpirà nemmeno il tuo obiettivo, non importa ferirli." (That won't even hit your target, never mind injure them.)
The group of men turn to face her, not knowing who she was and why she had the audacity to call them out right now.
"Cosa? Who the hell are you to tell us otherwise?" The big-balled recruit says, turning to face her. Re-aiming his position, he throws the dagger, completely missing the target.
