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𝗠𝗘𝗟𝗢𝗗𝗬 𝗖𝗥𝗢𝗪𝗡𝗦 didn't have the best life. She had two deadbeat parents, her father was addicted to gambling-her...
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EXHAUSTED. We've been training for about an hour. I've been punching this bag FOR AN HOUR.
"C-can we take a break?" I asked-out of breath. Nicholas laughed-"yeah, go ahead." He said. "Thank god." I whisper-walking over to the wall and sliding down-sitting on the floor.
"Noah! Bring melody some water!" Nicholas yelled-"whatever." I hear Noah groan.
"Sorry about him." Nicholas said. I look up-"it's whatever, he's better than my parents." I shrug. He frowned slightly as he looked at my thigh.
"Medusa huh." He said-I look down at my thigh. "Uh, yeh." I say.
Please tell me he doesn't know the meaning.
Please.
"How long did it take?" He asked. "Like five hours. I fell asleep when my tattoo artist was doing it." He laughed-"Noah falls asleep too. He gets that from his mother." I smiled.
"My mom and dad never had tattoos." I say. He looked at me like he wanted to say something about my parents.
Im sure they know Noah killed them so...whats he holding back?
"Here." I look over and see Noah. He held out a bottle of water for me and I take it. "Thanks." I say. He rolled his eyes and went back to the shooting room.
"Sorry about him. He has to be rude cause well, he is a mafia leader." Nicholas said. "I understand. It's just...if he doesn't want me here, why did he buy me from my dad?" I asked-taking a sip of water.
Nicholas let out a sigh-"he bought you for bait. Whenever he goes against the Russian mafia...he's gonna you use as bait." I lay my head on the wall.
"So I'm here to die.." I say.
"Hopefully he gets attached to you before they go against the Russian mafia." Nicholas spoke. I laughed-"that's hard to imagine." I say.
"Just give him time. Noah acts all big an bad but on the inside he's very sensitive and soft. He just..doesn't let anyone see that side of him. Maybe you'll be the first.." he said.
I look at him-"why would I be the first?" I asked.
He stayed quiet for a bit before he finally started speaking again-"he has a weak spot for pretty girls with attitudes." He spoke.
