Existing. That's all that this 19 year old trained killer is doing. Aaliyah Stepanov wakes up, trains with the Russian mafia that is surprisingly led by her father Abigor Stepanov until she can't take anymore, and then she is sent out to do what she...
5am. I woke up to the delightful sounds of David pounding on my bedroom door whilst blasting kill bill by sza. If he wasn't the only one with a personality and somewhat kindness then I definitely would've decapitated him by now.
Currently, I was in the gym of the mansion being trained by David. I didn't need training but Stefano said that it was a requirement to be allowed to fully work for their mafia. Me and him were currently in the ring, it's 9am and we've been going at it for the past 3 and a half hours.
"Come on little Stepanov, I know papi taught you to punch harder than that." David had a smirk on his face and he had been taunting me for the majority of the session.
"If you want me to punch harder I'll break your jaw, as much as I'd like to be the reason for that I know that Stefano would be a pain in my ass about it." I said with a sigh whilst continuing to punch the pads that David held.
"Oh give me a break, there's no way that the two of you haven't gotten at least a little freaky yet. You're both sex on legs and you're the only one here who can actually hold your own with him." David mentioned, still keeping that stupid little smirk of his on his face.
"I wouldn't even let him touch me with a ten foot pole between the two of us, trust me... I'd rather vomit than be in the same bed as him." I lied through my teeth, I didn't love or care for stefano but he definitely was sex on legs. His stubbled jaw, biceps the size of my head, back muscles that rippled with every move- he was a god. But, I knew if I ever had sex with him then he'd never let me forget it and I'd just be known as the Italian mafias bitch.
I was lost in my thoughts, each distracting moment my punches getting harder and harder until I lost focus and simply clocked David with a fantastic right hook and his body fell to the floor. He wasn't unconscious and hadn't broken any bones. But he was infact in pain.
"That's enough for today." The devil spoke, I turned my head to see stefano stood in the doorway and another one of his men going to assist David but David shook his head and stood up. "You've got a nice little punch to you Al, I'll give you that..." he shortly left the room after that with the other man, and that was another nickname he had decided to call me.
"You two looked comfortable." The devil aka Stefano called out, I had almost forgotten he was there but how could I, his cologne was like nose heaven.
I turned towards him, stepping out of the ring and taking off my boxing gloves and looking down at my knuckles, sore, definitely need some tlc after. "I'm not going to fuck him if that's what you're paranoid about, Bianchi." I said with a sigh, looking at him once again.
"I don't think I'd be paranoid about that... Aaliyah- David is gay." And at that, he laughed. A real laugh. One that I haven't heard before and it sounded incredible. Even that could make my legs shake from pleasure.
God Aaliyah, stop thinking like that... you hate his guts and want his head on a platter. Get ahold of yourself woman!
"Oh... I wasn't... aware. Before hand obviously not that I had any intention of getting with him, not that I want to or would y'know since I'm married to you and stuck in this for life and you'd probably have my head for it. It's not that he's ugly that's not what I meant but that doesn't mean I'd fuck him which I wouldn't it's just a saying-" I stopped and pursed my lips, noticing that I was rambling. Lord give me strength.
"Are you hot? I'm hot, nice talk. See you around big guy." I went to walk past him, more like scram but before he could he grabbed ahold of my upper arm and held me in place.
I stopped for a second, looking up into his dark grey irises, catching my breath for just a second as he looked deeply into my own eyes. A silent war going on between us. Grey to green. Green to grey. At this closeness I could point out a small scar going through his eyebrow, but that only made him all the more beautiful.
Again Aaliyah, seriously... this man has no care for you. Stop thinking like this! Get a grip and control those hormones!
"There's a gown left for you on your bed... a maid will be with you shortly to fix your hair and makeup. We have somewhere to be... and please, for the love of god, behave." And that was the last words he spoke before letting me go as I quickly made my way to my room.
But as I made my way into my room a question played on my mind. He's been to meetings all week and never required or wanted me there... what could be different this time?
However, when I looked down at my bed a dress almost as beautiful as him captured my eyes.
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Now the questions were really spiralling through my head as I looked down at my diamond wedding ring. Is Stefano Bianchi really just a devil in a disguise?
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