-The Law-

The training

Isadora
I stare at the strawberry Nutella Crepes on the ceramic plate and then back up at Dante's stone cold face. His brows are pulled close in a puzzled manner as he goes on about typing on his phone.

He pauses for a minute, fingers lingering on his screen before shifting his gaze to the side to meet mine. I avert my eyes from his, looking onto my food again as I pull the bottom of my lips between my teeth.

"Is there something you want to say Isadora?" He places his phone on the table, crossing his arms so that his biceps bulge out as if about to rip the short sleeve of his plain black shirt.

"No" I hurriedly say, my gaze still fixated on the crepes.

"Actually, yes" I reply again with no less than a second. I look up at him, not surprised to see his grey eyes piercing mine.

"I was hoping you could teach me how to fight, Emilio is hellbent on proving I can't defend myself but he's wrong and I want to prove him otherwise"

"I don't need to waste my time training you over a bet, I have things to do so why don't you wake up from whatever fantasy you're in and realize who you are talking to" he snarls which almost causes me to wince. I stare back at my food wondering if I'd pushed him a little, but afterall all I did was asked to spend an alone time mainly because I wanted to pry information out of him but that plan failed miserably

"Eat" he adds on in a dominant tone as he picks up his phone again, continuing his actions from before.

I imagine what could happen if I just throw the cup of juice at him, or slap his oddly nicely shaped face with the crepe. He'd probably restrain me forever like I'm
Some type of wild animal.

"I haven't seen Lea since 2 days ago where is she?" I tuck the loose piece of my curls behind my ear as I dig my fork into a slide of strawberry

"I sent her on an errand" he bluntly replies

"And Emilio?"

"Does it look like I have an air tag on Emilio? I suggest you stop asking me about people's whereabouts because I assure you they could be anywhere and I would care less" he snaps and my eyes harden. Dropping my fork I stand to face him, despite the deadly look on his face as I attempt to question his tone

"Just because you are a frickin mafia boss and have power to do whatever you want, that doesn't mean you get to speak to people however you want, I'm tired of having to deal with your bull-" he stands up, quickly closing the gap between us as he grabs my face with one hand making sure to squeeze as he pulls it up to face him

"Watch your tone Isadora do not push me. I can have your brains blown into pieces designing this entire room so yes I can speak to whoever I want however I want and you do not criticize me over it do you hear me?" My words are caught up in my throat and all I could do is shake my head up and down despite his tight grip on my face

"This is the last time you'll ever speak to me like that again or the punishment for you will be worse than the first" he throws me back on the chair using my face as if I weight nothing but paper

I don't bother to run up to my room because he flees out the room through an open space, leaving me frightened at his sudden outburst of anger.

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Sitting alone isolated in my room has always been the key to surviving in this house. I lay on my bed thinking of why I'd agreed to all this and how my life would look after it.

Normally Ares would be laying with his head in my lap as I question every decision a character makes on the Tv but he's also a no show.

Two knocks on my door alert me before they get fully open. Coming through are two body guards, 3 racks of dresses being wheeled in by two females and a man with a tablet in his hand.