My Mafia Life

chapter three

The next day Alex wasn’t joking at all; at seven AM sharp he was knocking on my door ready to torture me dressed in black Adidas trainees. I was ready none the less dressed in grey yoga pants, a pink tight shirt and matching grey zip up hoodie.

“Good morning Danny! Are you ready to move your body today?” Alex greeted me enthusiastically

“What is it with you Russians being all happy in the mornings?” I glared at him

“I take it you are not the morning person eh?” Alex asked as we walked to the kitchen. I just glared at him.

After drinking my coffee Alex led me to a room I didn’t see on the first floor. It was a gym full with machines and weights. We went to the treadmills and I got up on one glaring at it the entire time.

“We will start with running to warm up.” Alex said and turned my treadmill on. Steadily he picked up the pace until I was running and then he stepped on his own treadmill and started running. We run for what seemed like hours but according to the clock on the wall it was only half an hour.

Slowly I started reducing my speed to walking and eventually I stopped. Alex looked at me like I was some crazy girl.

“What are you doing? We are not finished.” He asked still running



“I finished my warm up. I’m all nice and warm. Well not nice… I am me after all." Alex shook his head and stopped running too and came very close to my face.

“That was the first and last time you stopped before I tell you, you can stop.” Alex said obviously angry with me. But that didn’t faze me one bit.

“I will stop when I want to stop. Next?” I said knowing it will make him angrier.

He glared at me for a couple of seconds and went to the mat that was lying in the floor. “Do sit ups” he ordered me I just rolled my eyes on him and started doing sit ups. He put his knees on my feet to stop me from moving. After a couple of dozens he said “Do side ones” and I did as he said.

Little did he know that I’m in great shape, I just don’t like the process.

After a lot of sit ups Alex was done ‘punishing me’ and we stood on the mat.

“Now we’ll see if you can defend yourself.” Sadly I couldn’t. I was on the ground in seconds. Alex taught me how to defend myself.

It took us some really long time because he wasn’t going easy on me at all saying ‘the attacker won’t be nice either’ I was getting frustrated with the fact that I failed every damn time and because I’m a perfectionist and failing is not an option, it didn’t help me and I kept on failing.

“Okay let’s stop this and go to something else to freshen you up” Alex suggested when he saw my very angry expression. He took me to the punching bag that was close to the exit and put gloves on my hands.

“Now start punching the bag how I showed you” he ordered and stood behind it to hold it from moving. That poor bag was almost ripped off from my punches and kicks seeing as I put all of my anger in them and every time I looked at Alex I refueled my anger and kicked it harder. I was also making grunts and noises with every kick or punch which gathered me an audience.

“You can stop now” Alex said and I punched a few last times just to let some more steam out. Once I stopped Alex threw a towel on me to clean myself and then a water bottle I drank the entire bottle and then fixed my hair.

We went back to the mat and I was a little more focused and it took Alex more than a few seconds to bring me down. I was getting angry once again when I was on the ground for the millionth time when Vladimir opened the gym door and walked a little towards us.