Mafiosa

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VALENTINA LUCCHESE

"Fuck!" I moan out, sweaty and on the verge of an orgasm. He thrusts inside me faster, and after a couple minutes we both moan out in euphoria. He rolls his sweaty toned body off me, panting heavily to the side of me. There's a comfortable silence in the room for a few minutes, before I lift myself from his bed.

"Where are you going?" Lorenzo asks, sitting up with just thin, white sheets covering his lower body.

"What do you mean?" I reply in confusion, while my hands go to clip on my red coloured bra. I always leave straight away after we have sex. That was the arrangement we agreed to.

Lorenzo stands up and pulls on his boxers."Why don't you stay for a bit?" His question shocks me, and I freeze.

"Lorenzo-" I begin, but am interrupted by him trailing soft kisses down my neck.

"I was just thinking, you know. Maybe we could be a little more?"

God, no.

"A little more?" I drag out, hoping he's just fucking with me.

Yeah, why not give it a try?" He responds, wrapping his arms around me. I instantly break free from his touch and hurriedly grab my shoes, slipping them on, before running over to his apartment door and leaving.

"Val!" He calls out for me, but it's too late. I'm already gone.

I drove away from his apartment, and parked my car in front of a nearby park. The sound of laughter rang out as I walked towards a green bench, watching children chasing each other like dogs. A little girl runs up to her mother and jumps in her arms, a massive grin plastered on both their faces. A weird feeling erupts in my chest but I shrug it off.

What dull lives they have.

I thought back to what just happened thirty minutes ago. A cold shudder runs down my body. He wanted to be in a romantic relationship? I wasn't dumb, I knew exactly what happens in one, first the guy seems really nice, then he gets mild mood swings, and soon he starts beating his girlfriend over little things. I grew up seeing this all my life, from all the men I looked up to, and I honestly wouldn't expect anything less from Lorenzo. I am not going to be any man's punching bag.

"Do you mind?" I look up towards the sound, to see a man in his early twenties, around my age, to be looking down at me. His thick, black hair was slicked back, and his tan skin brought out his hazel eyes.

"Not at all." I reply, watching him take a seat next to me. My eyes look over to his hands, which he used to roll up the sleeves of his white button up, revealing muscular, veiny arms underneath. Sighing, he leans his back against the park bench, and spreads his toned legs apart. I look away and fix my gaze back on the children playing in front of me.

An awkward silence fills the atmosphere, before the man speaks up, turning his body towards me, "I'm Niccolo."

"Avery." I reply, pulling a fake smile, something I had mastered over my years of training. I gave him a fake name. It was just a habit I had become accustomed to.

"So which one of those children are yours?" He asks, referring to kids playing at the park.

"None." I shortly respond, tucking my phone inside the pocket of my pants. I could never have kids to be honest.

How can you waste all your time and energy on one person?

"How about you?" I ask, turning my head towards him. Just as he's about to reply, I feel my phone vibrate in the pocket of my pants. Reaching for my phone, I see that I have received a message from Don Lucchese, about collecting money from someone. I immediately stand up, dusting off my black leggings.

"Got to go?" Niccolo asks.

I don't respond but instead ignore him, walking to my car, a Mercedes Benz C-Class. It was just one of the perks of growing up around money. 

While I'm driving, my eyes advert to my rear view mirror. My lightly tanned skin contrasts with my luscious, black locks of hair. My dull green eyes held no emotions, not one. I continue to scan over my face and stop at my most eye-catching feature, a single scar that runs diagonally from the middle of my nose bridge to my full, right cheek. It serves as a reminder of that day. I remember it like it was yesterday.

With my nerves on an all time high, I shrugged my shoulders back and continued to walk towards the fighting arena. Shaking out my sweaty hands, Don greeted me by placing his calloused hand on my left shoulder. Using his other hand, he roughly grabbed the tip of my chin, which forced me to make level eye contact with him.

"You better do good." Is all he said, before he shoved my chin to the side and walked over to the crowd of people that loudly cheered me on. Hundreds of chubby middle aged men had their eyes on me, while they waved money around and slammed down their beers.

My feet paced back and forth and my heart beated rapidly as I turned my attention back to the arena, a small concrete slab of ground that was guarded by a chain linked fence. Red stains decorated the concrete, serving as a memory for those who fought and have died for their honour.

One side of the arena opened, the metal gate swung wide open and welcomed me to a fight against death. Once I entered, the metal gate closed and locked behind me.

A massive shadow emerged from the dark ahead of me and my opponent suddenly came into view. A toned man who stood at around five feet eight, stared back at me with nothing but anger blazing through his dark eyes. He paced back and forth with his fists up, as pure sweat bounced off his body.

I rolled my head back in a circle, and smirked when I saw the slightly noticeable deformity in his left knee. Within two seconds I had already found his weak point. We continued to stare each other down with the every now and then occasional flex of his decently sized arms, which served as an attempt to intimidate me. Little did he know that I've fought men twice his size and won.

After a few minutes, a slim tattooed man in a white tank top and black tracksuit pants, walked over to the front of the arena with a microphone. "Who's ready to see a fight between one of our greatest fighters!" The man screamed, which resulted in an outburst from the crowd.

"Okay. I think it's time!" He paused and looked at the clock that was hanging on the wall to the side of him. "Three....two.....one!" The crowd screamed with him signalling the start of the fight.

My opponent showed no mercy and made an immediate run towards me with his fist out. I side stepped at the last minute, which caused him to be slammed into the cage. As soon as his back hit the cage, I threw two hooks to each side of his ribs. He smiled at my small attack and backed away from the cage.

I moved back towards the centre of the arena, and watched carefully as he followed my footsteps. He shot a powerful jab at my chest which I failed to block at the last minute. Filled with anger that he managed to get a punch in, I threw him off guard and threw a roundhouse kick to his bad knee.

He howled in pain and I went further, through the non-stop punches towards his face. To attempt to stop me, he sweeped my leg from underneath and I fell to the concrete floor. In return, he grabbed my throat and threw several punches at my face at the same time. I started to choke on my own blood and attempted to block his punches.

Just as I managed to escape his hold, I felt an incredible amount of blood sweep from my left side, away from the crowd. I screamed in pain as I felt the blade pulled out of my side, and realised he had just stabbed me.

Anger overtook me as I pounced and attacked him until I could no longer, and then passed out in my own blood.

When I woke up a couple hours later on my bed, I had received a punishment for my loss. Don brought out a dagger and ran it down my face. He told me that it would be a reminder that "Nobody ever respected a loser." Those words stuck with me ever since.

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Heyyyy,

How was your day?

Just finished rewriting this chapter and now I gotta wrap up stuff for father's day. 

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