One Chance

|8.|

E.

"Right punch, hit!"

"Left punch, hit!"

I kept hitting the punching bag over and over, I love training, but I hated it growing up. When you're growing up in a mafia and you are king, then it's very hard. I didn't get to have a normal childhood; in fact, it was traumatizing.

I remembered I was only seven years old, and my dad forced me to kill this man. All I wanted was to live like a normal kid.

I didn't get to have proms or go to a concert, or have my first crush, I didn't even get the feeling of being in a damn classroom, and it's even worse that I had to graduate at the age of fifteen.

I sometimes hated my parents for the shit they put me and my siblings through, but it's hard because I still love them, except my dad.

He can suck a dick fars I care.

"Okay, you've been getting better at your punches, but you need to start straightening your arms out," Coach Drew said.

Coach Drew has been training me ever since I was nine, he's the greatest and humblest guy I've known, and he's taught me about life, and about being a man. Something my own dad couldn't do.

"We'll meet back up next week, remember Enzo, don't adapt to the energy in the room-

"Influence the energy in the room, I got it coach," I said cutting him off.

"Okay, see you Enzo," Coach Drew said laughing as he dabbed me up.

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I go into my bedroom to see Anastasia on her knees kneeling in front of the bed.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Praying?"

"Oh, why do you pray?"

"Umm, I pray so I can build my relationship with god" she said as she got up and sat on the bed.

"Oh that's cool, we all need Jesus in this house" I said laughing as I rubbed some lotion on my arms.

"No you need Jesus"

"I have Jesus"

My phone ranged and I instantly picked it up.

"Hello?" I answered as I sat at my desk and put my foot up.

"Enzo? Correct?"

"Yes this is he, may I ask who is this speaking?"

"This is Kane, I work for the SVM, and my boss would like to have a meeting with you tonight"

If you're wondering, the SVM is the Saint Viper Mafia. We actually had a serious issue with them years ago, back when my dad was king, but that came to an end when we killed half their men.

Are they mad still? I don't know, nor do I care to know.

Maybe they want revenge, or maybe they came to the realization that their mafia is ass.

"Hmm, tell your 'boss' we can have dinner tonight, but if any shit goes down, him and these bullets gonna connect like magnets," I said before I hung up the phone.

"Damn who you threatening like that?" Anastasia asked.

"Mind your business" I said as I took a sip of my bottle of water.

"One day I'm gonna smack your ass, and I can't wait for that day to happen"

"Damn, you wanna smack my ass? Shit don't get mad because your a stripper and my ass fatter than yours"

"And don't get mad because I get more pussy than you and Im not even gay" Anastasia said as she made a sarcastic potty face.

"You just want me to eat your pussy, that's what it is"