The lost mafia princess

Book 2 - chapter 1

ALINA'S POV

My cuts on my knuckles make me wince as I move my hand to turn off my alarm. They're not very prominent but they hurt, badly. That's the price you pay when you decide to take up boxing, and tried to see what it would feel like with no gloves. I don't recommend, unless you want to progress as fast as you can in order to get revenge on all those who wronged you. I've been training as much as i can in order to be able to protect myself.

The memories of being so defenceless are the cause of all of my night terrors ever since surviving the whole ordeal. Granted, i have had the best support system i could ask for, but it's overwhelming at times. Having people tell me that it will get better is not as reassuring as when they started saying it. All i care about now is the progress and being able to see the results, no matter how hard i have to try.

My clock flashes with the bright red numbers of 5:30, allowing me to get up and train before the rest of the family can get up and tell me how much of a bad idea it is to be constantly trying to train.

But they do not understand, they can't and they never will.

Elias, is the only one I've been able to confide in. He understands my point of view, and the only one i know willing to wake up early. Him and Raphael have been staying with us. Elias claims it's because he wants to repay my kindness but I know it's just a ploy to hide his guilt. He doesn't think i can see him always following me, like my own personal body guard. Not that he's any different to anyone in the house on that matter. Iv'e told him he doesn't need to feel guilty as it was not his fault, but he refuses to listen. We've even made a house for the rest of his family next to ours so they can visit him and us whenever they want so they don't miss each other too much.

I've really been trying my hardest to gain weight, even when i had to hack it down. I still enjoy every food but it gets sickening when trying to go past your limits. But it's been so worth it. Ive got some good muscle on me and i can see the start of a slight six pack coming through.

I think that the muscle, no matter how small it is looks pretty bad ass with my scars.

Shows exactly what I've overcome and that I've come out stronger.

It doesn't make the workouts any easier though. They make me feel like death no matter how many times i do them.

I wont stop until I'm as strong as my brothers.

I trad downstairs quietly. No one has realised about my early training sessions apart from the guards who i bribed with candy and have been helping me keep my secret ever since. No one can resist candy.

The rest of my family has been helping to train me but we've barely gone past the basics as they are still too worried about me.

"Morning, sweet pea" Elias says as he sees me enter. His physique is one i aspire to have. With his gloves hung around his neck, all of his muscles are visible as his shirt is off. From the sweat visible on him, it's clear he's done is own little work out before ours. I still think i look more bad ass, because he has no scars.

I'll take the win. I am no longer ashamed of my scars. And if anyone wants to comment, i hope to have the skills to shut them up.

"Morning" is say enthusiastically back.

"I still don't know how you are so happy to wake up at this time" he tells me rolling his eyes jokingly at me

"So i can beat your ass, and plus you were already here warmed up" i tell him whist raising my eyebrows suggestively.

"Okay, smart ass. I wont be going easy on you today after that attitude" he tells me with a grin.

"Oh, I'd like to see you try" i poke back at him.