I awoke to hear yelling from down stairs. I went down to see what the commotion was only to see a pissed off olive and a grinning Zach arguing. What's this all about? I asked arching my brow at them. I didn't do much I basically just sat their and did nothing when I didn't I was training like you said to and I was doing me best. Olive said with a huff, only because your doing everything wrong and it was a punching bag not a sparing partner so you had no way of knowing if you were doing it correctly or not. Zach said crossing his arms. I swear they act like children. God help me both of you go to your rooms and think long and hard about a reason I shouldn't pair yall as team mates for your next mission so yall can bond. I said walking away from them. I went to the kitchen and grabbed my bottle of scotch and went outside to my rocking chair and drank my bottle til I felt I could relax. All this stress is getting to me big time. I don't know how much longer I can last between everyone arguing the enemy's finding us the moles literally just everything in general is getting to me. I thought to myself. I pinched the bridge of my nose in agitation. I decided to call my personal masseuse Anna. Hey Anna I need you to schedule an in home visit for me my back is killing me with the pregnancy. I said into the phone, sure will tomorrow work for you? She asked me. Yes definitely I'll be waiting. I said as I hung up the phone. I only call her when I'm in town over here so she only knows this place. I got up and screwed my bottles lid back on and went to the kitchen I put it in the cabinets and decided tonight was a fend for yourself night. I made me some Ramen and went to my room and put on house of 1000 corpses and watched it. A couple hours later the movie went off and I threw my Ramen cup away and headed to bed.
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One Day At A Time
General FictionThis is a story about my idea of a mafia life. This story is completely fiction.