In a world where loyalty is a dangerous game, kylina finds herself torn between danger and desire. When a forbidden romance with D'Angelo, A mafia leader ignites, the line between love and survival blurs. As she pulls back, her breath heavy with ant...
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The sun was high, casting a stark light over the training ground as I stood there, watching Theo gear up. mr. Genovese took the day to spend it with miss Thompson which automatically put me in charge to oversee their training, and today was the moment of truth. Theo had been working hard, and now it was time to see if his efforts had paid off.
"Ready, Theo?" I called out, adjusting my stance.
Theo tightened his gloves, his eyes locked onto mine with a determined intensity. "Ready as I'll ever be, Finneas."
We squared off, the air thick with anticipation. I could see the tension in Theo's muscles, the way his eyes tracked my every move. He was focused, but I needed to push him further, test his limits.
"Remember what I taught you," I said, circling him slowly. "Keep your guard up, stay light on your feet."
Theo nodded, and then, without warning, he lunged at me. His movements were sharp, precise—he had clearly been paying attention. I dodged his punch, feeling the air whoosh past my cheek, and retaliated with a quick jab to his ribs.
Theo grunted but didn't back down. He countered with a hook that grazed my jaw, and I felt a surge of pride. He was learning, adapting.
"Good, Theo," I praised, shifting my weight and delivering a swift kick to his side. "But you need to be faster."
Theo stumbled but quickly regained his footing. He wiped the sweat from his brow, determination blazing in his eyes. "I can do this," he muttered to himself, more of a mantra than a statement.
We continued to spar, the sound of our grunts and the impact of our blows filling the training ground. Theo was improving, his attacks more calculated, his defenses stronger. He dodged another punch and aimed a kick at my midsection, which I barely managed to block.
"Not bad," I said, slightly out of breath. "But don't get cocky."
Theo smirked, a glint of challenge in his eyes. "I thought you liked a challenge, Finneas."
I couldn't help but laugh, enjoying the banter. "Oh, I do. Show me what you've got."
Theo feinted left, then came at me from the right with a series of quick jabs. I blocked and parried, but he slipped through my defenses with a well-placed punch to my gut. I doubled over slightly, feeling the wind knocked out of me, but quickly recovered.
"Nice hit," I admitted, a grin spreading across my face. "You're getting there."
We resumed our fight, the intensity ramping up. Each strike, each block, was a testament to Theo's hard work and determination. He was sweating, his breaths coming in heavy pants, but he didn't back down. I pushed him harder, testing his limits, forcing him to dig deep and find his inner strength.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we both stepped back, panting heavily. I raised a hand, signaling a pause. "Alright, that's enough for today."
