Kidnapped by the Mafia

Chapter 12

So I want to be honest with you guys. I wasn't planning on writing anymore of this book for multiple reasons.

The first one is not really a problem, I can do both. I got into writing another book. its just that when I wrote this book, I was just trying to get a feel on how it's like to create a story.

I had no plans on how this story would go, I was just writing each chapter freely. Not giving it much thought. Do what ever you want with that piece of information.

So I was actually surprised when some of you want me to continue writing it. I personally don't think this book is... the best, but I'll you another chapter.

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I woke to pounding on my door. I've been here for about two weeks now and nothing important happened. Everything is as uneventful as it would be if I were home.

Antonio is still being a stubborn arse. But he's avoiding me. I don't really mind, not as much as I thought I would. I actually love the times he's not glaring at me and being rude.

I get up and help Antonio's mother around the house. She's actually really sweet, but you can still see the sad look in her eyes. While Antonio hides his feeling about what happend behind a hard mask.

His mother on the other hand is like a open book. She tells me everything for some strange reason. And I be as supportive as I can. I really like her. But she still is intimidating as ever, since she started confiding in me recently.

The pounding at the door came louder and more insistent.

Groaning I got up and walking over to the door. I don't really give a shit that I'm in boy shorts and a big T-shirt.

I unlocked the door and threw it open. The wind made goosebumps cover my legs.

"What." I said sweetly, dispite the fact that I already came up for 50 ways I can get away with his murder. But honestly in all of them I would get away with it for a few days, before I got tracked down and killed.

"Your training starts in a few hours." Said Hanks deep husky voice.

I laughed "you guys were serious? I was actually enjoying the thought of becoming repunzel." I flipped my brown tangles of hair. "Repunequa, Repunequa let down your weave." I giggled. But cringed when I saw the seriousness of his face. Aye, what happend to my fun, friend who had a sence of humour?

He yawned and scratched the back of his neck. Damn that was down right disrespectful. Never show that you don't like a comedians joke even if it was stupid.

"What's your problem?" I crossed my arms. He looked down but I just snapped my fingers in his face.

"I'm not as think as you drunk I am." I mumbled.

"What did just say, princess?" My stupid idiotic heart skipped a beat at his words. I've really gotten to like Hank over the past few weeks. He's been really kind and would answer some of the questions I asked. I Empathize the some because apparently.he was bound to this thing called omérta.

"It's a song lyric. You wouldn't know it. Anyways, what's got you in a bad mood?"

"Like I said principessa, you have training today." And with that he stepped out of my bedroom and looked at me.

"Take a shower, brush yo stanky morning breath teeth, and get dressed in something comfortable."

He looked me up and down, and for the first time in my life I felt insecure about my appearance.

"And as much as I would love it, don't wear your birthday suit. I don't mean that kind of comfortable, I mean work out clothes. We can save out birthday suites for another workout."