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Enzo POV
Jab, Slip, Left Hook
Jab, Cross, Slip, Cross
Jab, Double Jab
I can feel the sweat down my back. Ryan my trainer claps the mitts together
"Again," he says
We have been going at this for an hour. We got a couple more rounds in before he called it.
"Nice work, Cool Down. That's it for the day."
I rip my gloves off with my teeth and then nod in acknowledgment.
I put my gym bag over my shoulders "Have a good night, Ry" I say before exiting the building. The warm night air greets me, damn it's good to be back in the city. No matter the time there are always people roaming about.
Montez my closest friend, more like a brother stands next to the blackout SUV discreetly scanning his surroundings. When he sees me, he waits for me to get in the back before climbing into the driver's seat.
"Pascal called," Montez says before starting the car.
"What did he want?" I ask
"An update"
I sigh "he will get an update when there's an update"
"You know how he is" he merges onto the busy street.
Yeah, I do. The old man is relentless. I've been here for four months, and he still can't stop sticking his nose in my business—my business, not his. I expected him to be on a luxurious vacation with Ma sipping on coconuts and doing whatever retired people do, but no. He's still chained himself to his desk, watching my every move.
Montez stops at a red light "There's another thing, he wants to know if you've found someone yet?"
I clench my jaw.
When my father handed me the family business that also made me Head of The Italian Mafia.
My father, mostly my mother decided to bring back the tradition of getting married to secure my spot, which is ridiculous. They didn't do this, my father was supposed to have an arranged marriage until he fell head over heels for my mother, Viola. He called off the engagement and married my mother instead. There was some protest given that the women's family would have been beneficial to the mafia. My father Pascal did not give a fuck, he threatened to slaughter anyone who got in the way. No one did and now they've been happily married for 27 years.
Ma must be tired of my bachelor lifestyle because if I'm not married by the end of the year they will set up an arranged marriage.
"I want to see you happy, "she said during dinner months ago when this idea was sprung on me "You're my only child. All you do is work, and sleep with countless women"
