𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

20.

I was hitting the punching bag hard.

Punches coming out of me with precision as Gio held the bag for me.

"Wow Serena, calm down" he said with an amused tone.

Calm down my ass.

Six days.

Six days have passed since the little event with Nicola.

The Russians came here for the meeting that Chiara and I were unable to attend. In fact, Chiara left the next day. She went to Italy for a week to check out a new hospital. 

I really miss her.

My days were spent in boredom. I was removed from all meetings and affairs. 

At first, I was happy that they were ignoring me and not asking me to work. Because, who wants to practice illegal activities? Just crazy people like them, right?

But then, the boredom started to kill me. I started counting how many stairs the house had, how many windows, how many doors, how many cars and maids, how many guards and I was about to count how many light switches there were on the entire property until I came to practice my boxing moves. 

Nothing to do. I'm a prisoner with nothing to do.

I continued to punch the bag. Irritation flowed through my veins and the comments that Alessandro kept making were making the anger worse.

"Are you trying to destroy the bag?" Alessandro asked from the annexe door while expelling smoke from his mouth "Or are you just imagining Nicola's face?".

Gio laughed at Alessandro's joke. Ever since the two interrupted what Nicola and I were doing, in the mansion's cells, the jokes haven't stopped.

And the jokes got worse when they told me, detail by detail, what exactly happened at the Perola Club.

Papi.

Signing this contract made me crazy.

Signing this contract and not having anything to do is driving me even crazier.

Who would have thought that I, Serena Costa, who values ​​her sleep and personal space so much, would be complaining about not being included in illegal activities.

I threw one more punch towards the bag with the desire to destroy it.  With the urge to destroy what's going on in my head. 

The confusion and thoughts that take over me when I'm alone.

Because I'm in the middle of a world of death and blood and violence and danger and I'm not afraid. Maybe because I've been through situations that, for me, were the peak of danger. Maybe because my childhood trauma thinks it's enough to have people who protect me, something I never had.

Maybe because since I signed this contract my life seems surreal and if someone told me, a few months ago, that my life would be like this I would laugh.

Another punch was launched, another kick as well. Launched with the urge to remind myself that I am indeed in the midst of danger. In the middle of a world that is not made of friends but made of blood.

I stopped.

I took off my black gloves and placed them next to my water bottle.

Beads of sweat trickled down my face and abdomen. My hair, which was originally tied in a bun, was now falling out and in need of washing.

I went towards Alessandro who was lighting another cigarette and I stole one from his pack.

"You know you can't" Gio said with an amused smile.