Violet's POV
"Okay Violet do a I say." Erico said. "First thing you have to know is that, no matter how big or heavy your I opponent is he shouldn't intimidate you, because you can defeat him by targeting his most vulnerable spots. The main ones are the eyes, nose, throat, chest, knees and groin." He said.
"Okay got it." I said.
"Now, one of the best moves that will make any giant whimper or drop to his knees is grabbing the wrist. Grab his little finger and his ring finger with one hand, and his middle and index finger with the other and bend the wrist forward." He said.
"What if I failed to grab his hand?" I raised an eyebrow. He ignored me and explained further.
"If you can't grab your opponents hand, hit him with a fist or with a finger between the collarbone or into his Adam's apple. This will allow you to disorient your opponent enough that it will take him a long time to come back to his senses." He smirked.
"Cool." I said with a cold expression.
"Come on try it." He urged me.
"Be careful, I will hurt you." I smirked.
"Show me you best." He rolled his eyes.
I made a battle cry and jumped at him. I aimed for his hand but he easily lift it away.
If I didn't get to his hand and jumped what would happen?
I feel on my face kissing the floor.
"Wow I am hurt." I looked at Erico who was smirking. I spit the grass that I managed to eat and glared at him.
For a solid 5 minutes I kept on glaring.
"Your glare won't defeat your opponent. Now stand up to try again." He said.
"This time I WILL hurt you." I frowned and stood still for a moment.
I am going to surprised him. Then I would get to his hand and twist it. Come on Violet you can do it.
I looked at a flying bird.
"Hmm what a beautiful bird." I smiled slightly.
Erico looked at me confused.
"Wha–" I ran and aimed for his hand. He slapped my forehead and I fell back.
"Shit!" I yelled holding my forehead.
"What the hell Violet? That is not a way to beat an opponent." He was trying to contain his smile.
I smirked.
"Hey at least I made you smile." I winked.
"Try again Violet." He said seriously and I huffed.
"Fine!" This time my steps were calculated. He can't stop me.
I grabbed his wrist and kicked his groin.
"FUCK! VIOLET I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!" He yelled and I laughed.
"Sorry, at least I beat you." I made a happy dance.
"I will dance on your fucking grave Violet." He growled.
"Oh come on Erico. It was just a kick." I smirked.
"We are done for today." He grumbled.
I smiled breathing heavily. Finally after sitting on the floor, I felt the growing headache in my head. I put my hand on my forehead and felt a bump.
"Great, I look like a fucking clown now." I muttered.
"Yes you do." My head shot up and I looked at Vincenzo.
"What are you doing here?" I asked rolling my eyes.
"I came to see how your fighting skills are. It seem like they are wonderful." He said pointing to my forehead.
"Hahah this?" I pointed too at my forehead. "This is nothing, it is a mosquito bite." I laughed me nervously.
"What kind of mosquito does that?" He raised an eyebrow.
"A mosquito as huge as your ego." I said smiling.
"Good." He rolled his eyes and went to the mansion.
"What an eventfull day." I sighed.
"Indeed." I jumped and looked at Gio.
"Can you fucking stop popping out of nowhere?" I shouted.
"Nope." He said smirking.
"Fine." I was going to do what I did to poor Erico but Vincenzo stopped me.
"Put this on and follow me." He gave me the scarf again.
"I am sweating and it is hot in here. How the hell will I put the scarf on my body?" I wanted to punch him.
"Better than your legs being shown to the whole population." He out the scarf forcefully.
"Stop." I tried to get away from him but he put a hand on my waist.
The heat of his hand sent my heart in overdrive. I looked into his eyes that were reflecting an emotion I couldn't read. He was gazing at me like I was going to disappear.
"W–what?" I asked breaking him from his trance.
"Nothing." He said pulling away.
"Ehem." We both turned and looked at a smirking Gio.
Okay we shared a kiss, so what? We are not in love with each other. No need for Gio to look at us suspiciously.
"Vincenzo I came to tell you that Elijah is here and he wants to speak to you." Gio said. I can feel Vincenzo tense, like it was the last person he wanted to see right now.
"I am going." Vincenzo said, his stone scary.
Who was Elijah and why is he so cold towards him.
Never mind, he has probably lots of enemies and haters. He might be one of them.
"Go take a shower and have lunch." He said not sparing me a glance. He nodded at Gio and left. My eyebrows furrowed at his behavior.
"Is he on his period?" I asked Gio after Vincenzo left.
"No. He just is pissed by Elijah's presence." He shrugged. "Now come on I will take you to your room." He said. I nodded reluctantly and followed him.
On our way to my room, we heard yelling coming out of Vin's office.
Vin.
I like the nickname.
Did I just have my kidnapper a nickname? Was he really my kidnapper, when I willingly kissed him? Does anyone's heart beat increase when there kidnapper is next to them, and in a good way?
I hate not knowing any of these questions.
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Kidnapped by the mafia
AcciónViolet Anderson, a young artist, lived in LA with her best friend, Tracy Derwin. She was living a calm life and although she stufied art, she was working in a small restuarant. Vincezo Mercanti, a 26 years old bachelor, king of the mafia in both, US...