𝐈𝐬𝐥𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢 -
At the top of all her classes, the mafia princess finds herself keeping her worlds separate from one another. Nothing, no one, could even try to distract her from getting what she wants. However, a certain devilish indiv...
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oh my - Alessi Rose.
My fingers buzz with excitement as I put my boxing gloves on. It's my first boxing match in a while, I've never felt more ready.
I box for fun, nothing serious. But if my football career was to flop, I could potentially pursue a care in boxing.
The boxing arena I use is more so of an underground scenery. You need to get an invite to be able to watch the matches.
The stands go wild as I step out. My opponent—Miller—fucker thinks he can beat me just because his family owns Bridgewood Academy.
It's our rival school, but your opponent needs to be worthy enough to deserve the title of a rival and...Bridgewood isn't worthy enough.
The dimly lit arena echoed with the rhythmic thud of fists against leather as I tighten my gloves. My focus narrows to the ring ahead. Sweat drips from my brow, mixing with the chalk dust that clings tightly to the air.
Across the ring, Miller, smirked, his muscles coiled like springs, ready to unleash devastation. This fucker really thinks he can beat me. Funny.
The bell rang, and we circle each other, our eyes locked. I feinted to the left, then shot a quick jab at Miller, which he ducked, countering with a brutal right hook that grazes my cheek.
Pain ignited, but adrenaline surged through my veins. I retaliated with a series of quick punches, a flurry of lefts and rights, each landing with a satisfying thump against Miller's ribs.
That's what I like to hear, personally.
The crowd has its reactions as usual, but one reaction pings through my ears repeatedly. "Beat his ass, Milly! Cmon!"
I've grown to recognize that voice anywhere I go. Isla. What the fuck was she doing here, and why is she cheering for this dumbfuck.
I feel the energy fuelling me as I dance on the balls of my feet, weaving in and out of Miller's reach. Fury rages through me at the thought of Isla knowing Miller, and whatever business they could have amongst one another.
Before I know it, Miller lunges at me, landing a solid uppercut that sends me staggering back, my world momentarily spinning.
"Yesss, Milly! Keep it up." Her serenading voice speaks out once again, making me look up at the crowd spotting her instantly. Her intoxicating gaze locks in on me, as my eyesight blurs up.
A look from her was all that I needed, before I regain my footing. I wiped blood from my lip, my eyes narrowing in on Miller, as I smirk at him.
