'You can only run so much from me love.' He whispers into my ear. Who knew men whispering could be so hot, wait it's not men, it's this man.
I slowly step back until the rough surface of the wall comes into contact with my open back. At the slight t...
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The training academy is bustling with life. Young boys and girls holding various weapons, if I was a mentally sane person I would be worried, but as I am not any of the above, I couldn't care less. An annual event in the Italian mafia is the training of those younger. This event is to showcase many different talents and to observe those who may be an important contribution to the future of our mafia. I've run a few of these before, but it's never been anything too exciting.
On the other side of the hall, Milena is animatedly talking with Alessia. They've seemed to have bonded really well over the past few weeks despite barely even talking to each other. On multiple occasions, Alessia ahs come up to me talking about how Milena is 'the best fucking bitch ever'. Not my words, hers. For the past couple of days, Milena has been stuck in my hand. Her eyes captivated me, her scent indulging me. Whenever I think about her, something inside me tingles, and that scares the shit out of me. She starts laughing presumably about something Alessia has said. The delicate sounds echoes throughout the hall like a melody. If she were to be a song, it would be the most graceful and peaceful song one would listen to.
Dante approaches me from what I assume is the basement pool room. He briefly explains the main candidates and their skills and weaknesses. Today we will be looking for a few people to become trainees in the mafia. It is important to have a wide range of age groups within the mafia so if something unexpected happens, there will be someone who is able to take over. There are two people in particular that catch my eye while looking through the files. 19 year old Miles Fernandez and 23 year old Gabi Hendricks. They are both talented assassins and fighters, they look like they would make a good pair as they both have similar skills and their assets would work well together.
I'm in the bathroom grabbing some paper towels. It is around 8pm and we have finished the training. I've sent everyone home as I wanted to touch up on some of my skills for a bit and then clean up. Walking back into the hall, I go straight towards the knife rack. There are a few knives I have to wipe up due to blood. Once this is done, I get disinfectant spray and clean the mats. The small splatters of blood that once stained the blue surfaces are now gone.
A dark shadow is being casted over the building as the sun sets. The large windows allow the bright streams of light to flow through. I've always admired sunsets, they reminded me of mama. She was strong, fierceness and beautiful. The sunset is a strong reflection of her beauty and determination to put her son before herself. I would do anything to protect her now. Taping up my fists, I walk on over to the punching bags. My footsteps being the sole cause of sound. The heavy thudding, echoing through the hall. I reach my punching bag. I always take the second furthest on the right, some may say it is a superstition but I believe it's just good omens.
Preparing myself, I take my shirt off and hang it on a nearby rack. Positioning myself in a fighting stance, I start slow punches, doing 10 punches with a 30 second interval break. Eventually I built my way up to intense fast striking. Quickly, sweat forms. I picture the bag as all the people I want to fuck up. My breathing turns rapid, taking short fast breaths. Bouncing on the balls of my feet, I switch up positions and start hitting lower. Alternating between sharp kicks and punches. I always feel like I'm in a land of bliss when I'm fighting. A place where nothing except what I am doing now matters. I always feel as if all my stresses and struggles are taken off my shoulders.
After a few intervals of intense striking, I take a quick break. Throughout this break I observe my surroundings. I have a feeling as though I am being watched, but I brush it off as a weird gut thought. This academy is extremely secure, so it would make no sense if someone who wasn't supposed to be here was here. Grabbing a white towel off a nearby bench, I wipe the sweat on my forehead and chest. I clutch my bottle and immediately gulp down the water.
Walking back towards the punching bag, I start my intervals again. This time I focus on my balance and footwork, trying to perfect my quick side steps and dodges. Quick reflexes are key in fighting, without them you are about as useless as having a knife in a gunfight. I keep my arms locked on the bag, and hit quick, swift punches. When I'm not punching, I put my arms into a defence strategy preventing any head injuries if I were to be fighting an attacker. Regulating my breathing, I can feel my head pulsing as I continue punching harder and faster. After about 20 minutes of workout, I start cooling down. Slowing my breathing and punching.
As I am cleaning up my area, and wiping sweat off myself, I hear a light crashing noise. Immediately I pick up my gun from the bench next to me and hold it up towards the direction of the noise. A figure walks out of the shadows, only for it to be my wife. Milena. "Oops, you might have to fix that box, it's a bit broken." She says in her usual cheery voice. Immediately I put the gun down. She is wearing a black sports bra and grey sweatpants with her hair in a ponytail. Even when she isn't all dressed up she looks absolutely fucking gorgeous.
"What are you doing here?" I questioned her with a hint of resentment. I don't know why I reacted to her like this, but I do know that I don't fucking like it. "Just wanted to test your skills." She replied witfully. Milena walks towards the cupboards along the side and grabs a pair of boxing gloves, she then walks towards the large ring in the middle of the hall. Looking at me daringly, I understand what she wants to do.
I place my towel down and put my gloves back. Going on the other side of the ring, she lays out rules as if I don't already know them. She has a competitive gleam in her eyes and a smug smirk. This is going to be fun.
A\N Hey bitches whats up! Sorry it took a while to update, I've been deathly sick, and been in and out of doctors getting a billion different blood tests and ultrasounds done. I was gonna go to the hospital today, but I need to wait for results for one of my blood tests to come first. I've just been fainting like crazy and shit so that's fun!
Anyways how have your guys' week been? hopefully it hasn't been too bad.
the other day my mum got tickets for billie eilish for september and im so fucking excited. i've mentioned this before but i also have tickets for chase Atlantic in december so yeah. that's really fun.
I'm hopefully gonna update again soon but idk? This chapter was a bit longer, how'd you guys like that. do you prefer longer chapter or shorter? lmk. yk I have a stem assessment due in like 2 days and i only found out about it like a week ago, and it's a fucking massive report, like im gonna shoot myself.
Also, wehre'd you guys find this book from? I wanna know cause I've been posting on tiktok and stuff, but how did you guys find this?
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