The Mafia's Princess

Chapter Fourteen ~ Everyone Has A Past

TO all those smart beautiful people who waited and perhaps guessed correctly

THE SURPRISE POV IS JULIAN'S!!! I had sooooo much fun writing his story and the little twist in there however it was so hard writing masculine and not having him stress over every little detail

ummm hope you enjoy and i hope the long wait payed off

CHEERS

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~Julian’s POV~

I stretched allowing my mind to do an inventory of my body. It was one of the many rituals my mind did almost unconsciously. I flexed my toes moving up through my ankles and calves. I bent both knees and tensed my thighs. Flexing my pecs, bi’s and tri’s and twisting my neck side to side. Stretching my arms into the air, I completed my inventory with a loud yawn. This morning my body was in its usual fit condition, with the exception of some tenderness in my left hand. Though this was no surprise as yesterday in training I had punched so hard that the glove split and I ended up fracturing a bone in my hand.  With a rueful smile I slid out of bed and headed towards the bathroom across the hall.

After pissing and the usual hand washing chore I stopped in the bathroom to give my reflection a quick once over. My movements were all autopilot, allowing my brain to wander and wake up fully. I lazily tried taming a few stray hairs, letting my mind wander over today’s agenda.

1-early morning workout before breakfast (1HR)

2-school

3-afternoon mafia training (focus on gun skills) (1 and ½ HRS)

4-Mafia meeting and mission debriefings ( ½ HR)

5-Mentor Siren (1 HR)

6-Free time

I smiled happily now that my mental schedule for the day was in order. i know this much training and focus on the mafia wasn’t necessary but in my opinion, a good soldier (or mafia member for that matter) was one who showed discipline in all his life and could follow a schedule. I quickly packed my bags for school and headed down to the gym to get number 1 out of the way. This would be the first training of today so I paced myself and made sure it was an all rounded session.

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I pulled off my singlet and headed to the shower, content with the small burning sensation through my legs and arms. Turning on only the cold water I stripped down and stepped in, letting my mind wander to more leisurely topics. I was washing my hair when I stopped dead. SIREN!

Julian you thoughtless faggot! My mind screamed at me. The night before we had gone on our first mission as a group and after a rocky start we had all found our targets. Of course Siren had broken down in tears afterward- I wasn’t much help, comforting wise-but I had gone inside and thoughtlessly put in my ear plugs and blasted music to fall asleep to. This was a habit I had broken after Siren’s first night in the house. The music blocked all sound in the house-so I couldn't hear her if she screamed.