The mafia's love

chapter 2

Present

Jasper's POV

It's been eight years since I got justice for my father and mother. Since then I have taken over my fathers mafia. I run half of the underground side of life, such as street fighting, racing, biding and other things. With that I now own half of the city I used to call home. I own four bars, two hotels, and two gyms. I have redid my uncle's mansion and made it my own. I have built up myself and the mafia very well. I'm brought back to the present when Oliver, my second hand and best friend makes his way into my office. "Hey I thought you were working with a fighter at the gym". "Yeah I was, I got a call from my little sister" Oliver says. Oliver's little sister is in high school and almost never talks to him because they have different mothers. "What she say"? "Her mom just got sent into rehab and dad is off on a bender". Oliver says "Sorry man, what do you need from me"? "Well, nothing really. I just wanted to let you know that I'm heading out to her moms place. It's in Mississippi so I won't be able to be around for at least a month, maybe two depending on when Mia's mom gets out of rehab" Oliver says. "Shit man, you're my only trainer right now". Oliver grins "I've heard of a trainer from a street ring, their name is shorty, she has a hell of a reputation she's never had a fighter lose" Oliver says excitedly. "You sound like you know her"? "Na but i have seen some of her fighters and they're really good, she herself was in the ring till five years ago" Oliver says. "What made her stop fighting" ? "from what I heard she suffered an injury outside of the ring" Oliver says. "Alright have someone send her to the midnight bar tonight at 10". "You got it, I'll let you know when I get to Mia" Oliver says and leaves.

Hazel's POV

I groan as I wake up to my 6:30 P.M. alarm for work going off. I work at the tattoo shop that is right down the road from the clubhouse. I've lived at the clubhouse for the last five years. Five years back I was living down the road from the clubhouse, I was less than five minutes away. The club got into some pretty bad shit and I was taken. It took them five days to find me and get to me. By then I had been hurt pretty badly. When I woke up in the hospital they told me I had five broken ribs, a busted knee, my hand was broken in four different places, and the nerves in my wrist were crushed. I had deep cuts, burns and whip marks all over my body. I went through hell for the club and they've never let me out of their sights since. They moved me to the clubhouse and most of the brothers' old ladies work at midnight as waitresses or as dancers. My tattoo shop is right next to midnight. I tattoo four nights out of the week the other nights I manage the fighters for the club. Most are brothers, but there are some that just want to fight. I'm good at what I do; none of my fighters have ever lost. I get out of my bed and make my way to my bathroom. I strip out of my clothes and turn on the shower before getting in and washing my body along with my hair. Ten minutes later I step out of the shower wrapping my towel around my body. I make my way over to my closet and get dressed. As I'm getting dressed someone knocks on my bedroom door. "Yeah what's up"? "There's a guy out here saying he needs to speak with you" my brother Ink says from the other side of the door. "Okay I'll be out in a second" . I pull on a pair of leather pants and a tight purple shirt that has one strap and a gray dragon running throughout the shirt. I sit on my bed and put on a pair of black wedges. I grab my phone and keys making my way out of my room locking the door behind me. I walk into the main part of the clubhouse to find a tall man in black wash jeans and a tight muscle shirt sitting at the bar. He had dark brown hair and eyes that match. His arms are pretty big and he has five tattoos from what I can see. "I understand you're looking for someone named Shorty"? "Yes ma'am I'm guessing you're Shorty" the man says. "That would be right, may i know your name"? "Apologies, my name is Oliver. I am second hand to jasper Hudson" Oliver says proudly. Is this guy kidding? It's been ten years since jasper left and he now wants to send someone to talk to me? My eyes turn cold and I cross my arms over my chest. "I want nothing to do this or the man you just named, please leave". "Just hear me out," Oliver says. "You have until I get in my truck" I say and start walking to the door of the clubhouse. Oliver immediately starts to follow beside me. "Look I don't know why you seem to hate my boss but he has an offer for you and wants you to meet him at the midnight bar at 10". Oliver says and opens the door for me. "Why me"? "Because you're shorty, you're a good trainer and he needs a new one"Oliver says as we stop at my truck. "Is that what he knows that there's a woman named shorty that's never had a fighter lose". "Yes ma'am" Oliver says. "Fine i will be there", i get into my truck and start it. I pull out of the parking lot and head to my tattoo shop.