The Mafia's Rose||R18+ [Completed]

Chapter 48

"A smile will get you pretty far, but a smile and a gun will get you further"

EVANORA'S POV

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Sweat was rolling down my skin as I kept going at the punching bag intercepting between my foot and my knuckles.

Finding it hard to sleep in this house after everything that went down here, I woke up pretty early and has been stuck here in this gym since then.

I was out of training so it was much needed.

My knuckles were hurting but I didn't want to stop. I kept punching and kicking the bag letting out all my frustrations and pent up anger.

The bag kept flying with force as I kept going. I held the bag stopping the action trying to take in my breath.

Going down on the floor I began my push ups counting down from one to twenty.

After I was done with that I went into a squating position stretching my legs.

"That's an amazing position you have going on there" A voice said from the door.

I turned around to stare at the intruder and ended up greeted with the face of my archenemy.

He crossed his arm dressed in a tank top and a gray jogger.

I stood up and picked up my towel wiping my forehead as he entered the room.

"How did you know I had a gym?" He asked.

"I am an assassin Mr Viteillo I am very observant" I replied effortlessly even though that's not really how I knew.

He moved closer towards me staring at my sweaty face. Thankfully I wasn't stupid enough to leave my room without my contacts.

"I see you're a tattoo woman. What does the gun tattoo on your hip mean?" He asked dropping his towel down on a bench taking off his top smoothly.

"Nothing that concerns you" I replied not in the mood to engage in a conversation with him.

He moved towards the weight lift and laid down on the chair. His muscles straining as he pulled the weight down pulling it up again.

"Fiesty. I see someone woke up from the wrong side of the bed today" He smiled goofily looking unaffected as he pulled the weight.

"You know being experienced with tattoos myself as you can see I think I know one or two about a gun on a waist especially for a woman" He chuckled softly while saying it.

"Oh really do tell Mr 'experience' " I mocked.

He dropped the weight and sat up staring at me.

"It means power, protection or possibly self defense and the question now is miss Kelly underneath the hard exterior does their really lies a weak defenseless woman who thinks she needs to protect herself" He said staring directly into my soul.

I kept quiet not looking away from his gaze "You wish Mr Viteillo. I have killed too many people to be considered weak " I replied.

I decided to indulge him and turned my back pulling my sleeveless white tanktop up. "What does this mean then?" I asked.

I could hear him stand up and step closer to me. The tip of his finger traced the red snake tattoo on my spine.

I tried not to focus on the fact that his finger was tracing my spine but rather on my question.

He breathed into my ear as I stood rigid not reacting to his trick.

"It means wisdom and a new beginning. Tell me your story Kelly" He whispered bringing his hand low to my hip.