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3|The Rivals (2)

A M I R A. L U C I A N O

I was sitting with Vivian and Axel. In the gym that's in my mansion. We were talking while stretching before doing any practice.

"You guys know I haven't done martial arts in a while!" Vivian exclaimed.

"All the more why you should do it today." Axel laughed.

"Anyways, I wanted to tell you guys, you know the French?" Axel asked.

"You mean the mafia? Yea why?" I asked back.

"And do you know Magnus?" He asked.

"Isn't he Pierre's kid?" Vivian asked.

"Yea." Axel replied. "He's making his son take over their mafia soon. Just like you Amira."

"Well what can we do?" I asked.

"Not much. They have a powerful mafia. Them having a new leader doesn't mean he's oblivious. He was going to be the heir anyways. I'm pretty sure they don't have that large of a bloodline." Axel explained.

"Whatever, that guy is rude. I've never heard anything about him. All I know is how he looks and that he's French. He's cold and it's best we don't waste our breath talking about him. Vivian said harshly.

"Whatever girl. Your just mad we're talking about him and not you." Axel said quickly.

"Am not! I'm with your guys 24/7! Who cares if you talk about some French guy once?" She argued back.

"That's enough!" I shouted. "Can we please train now?"

They both nodded glaring and sticking their tongues out at each other. Vivian even put up both her middle fingers at him.

They soon stopped and as I was fighting Vivian, I was slowly zoning out. She swiped her leg under mine, making me fall as she pinned me.

"Are you serious? You practice everyday and you just let me win? Pathetic." Vivian said .

"I'm not! I was just thinking about something when you pulled out that ridiculous move." I rolled my eyes.

She helped me up and we laughed. To be honest, I was thinking about Magnus. I never heard much about him. He probably is stuck up though.

After we practiced till our legs fell off,we laid back down, drank water, and washed up.

The whole time, I couldn't help but wonder, when Vivian said they don't have much of a bloodline, that means that their mafia could soon come to an end. I could maybe bring down their mafia?

I don't know. Axel said they're powerful. I believe him. They're intimidating. I don't think I've ever met Magnus, or any of his mafia before.

It doesn't matter. One day, I'll punch their fucking faces off. Im sick and tired of think about their mafia. Besides, one mafia down would only leave the Americans left.

I hate them. They're ignorant and such imbeciles.

If we captured both mafias, we would be so powerful, stronger, richer. I loved the idea.

After I got showered and dressed, I met Axel and Vivian right below the steps of the mansion. We were going to a restaurant on a private airplane.

I don't know where it was taking us, but I love plane rides, so I didn't care.

We got on and soon it took off.

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The ride wasn't long. It took probably 2 hours at most. We soon landed.

"Pretty, but where are we?" I asked.

"France!" Axel said.

As soon as he said that, I thought about Magnus and his mafia. They were here.

I wasn't worried though, the chances of me running into him are like 0%. Even if we did, we're all armed and we have bodyguards who came with us.

We got to the restaurant and it was fancy.

I was happy to go somewhere nice with my friends. We don't normally get to go out because of how skeptical my dad is. But this time he let us go finally.

We sat down and while Axel and Vivian were talking about something, I noticed this guy. He had dark hair, was tall, and wore a tuxedo that hugged his waist and muscles nicely.

He looked really good.

As I turned my attention to him, I saw him turn his head in my direction.

I didn't know what to do. After about 3 second of him looking at me dead in the eyes, I looked away.

His eyes were cold. I felt like I got stabbed. He was hot but intimidating. I excused myself to the bathroom, and as I began to walk, someone grabbed my hand, opened a door which revealed one of the bar rooms, closed it, and pinned me against the wall.

I looked up to see him. The guy I was looking at.

"Who sent you!?" He said.

I heard his deep, strong voice. My heart skipped several beats.

"No one?! Back off! I didn't do anything." I explained, but he only held me tighter.

"Don't fucking play with me. I know who you are." He shouted.

"I really am not! I'm here with my friends I just want to eat and have a drink. What the hell is the problem with you?" I shouted back.

"I'm not fucking dumb. You're an Italian."

How did he know? I didn't look much different from the people around me.

"What..?" I said hesitantly.

"You're the mafia bosses daughter. Amira. Correct?" He came closer to me.

We were inches away. His look made me feel like he would strangle me as he held one hand to my neck, and the other beside my head, leaning on the door.

"H-how did you.. you know?" I stuttered, trying not to sound scared.

"You don't know who I am?" He scoffed. "I'm Magnus Thibault De La Croix Rousse, from the French mafia. I know someone sent you here looking for us. There's no reason you should be in France." He said harshly.