Chapter 42

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(Watch wedding scene on top if you'd like. It'll make you understand better.)
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     The next day went as so. I woke up, got ready for school and went downstairs to the dinning room for breakfast with the rest of the mafia kids who have to go to school. I grab a plate and pile it with food before disappearing into the breakfast room where my family and I usually eat our main meals.

     Sitting down besides my sister, my parents said good morning to which I ignored and ate. My father handed me my cellphone to use for the day once I finished my breakfast. Standing, I whispered to my sister that I didn't want to speak to anyone and left the breakfast room just as she told my parents—leaving my cellphone on the table.

     I continued the day by ignoring my friends until the end of the day—which they got me ice cream so I would speak to them. That was when I explained the nights event of the day before. They seemed to have understood as the girls kept asking me questions and the boys kept on making threats about how 'If he hurts you, we'll kill him' clearly they're lying but I wouldn't put it past them to actually kill him. The boys are like my older brothers which constantly means they will protect me at any costs when it comes to boys. Especially after the whole Antonio mess.

     After that day, the days were just on repeat. Wake up, eat, school, eat, more school, go home, study, homework, train, eat, clean, train, and train some more, then sleep. It has been on repeat for the past four weeks and I'm beginning to get very annoyed. I couldn't see Luca at all.

     Shaking my head, I make my way towards the training room to meet Willow. She's one of the top fighters in our mafia. In Italy, Rome to be exact, my dad offered her a job here to rain me. She took it right away because my father would be paying double and she would have enough money to take care of her family. Although she won't be here permanently, it was somewhat fun to learn from a legend among our mob.

     "You're late!" Willow roared, making her thick Italian accent come out in a more vicious way than usual.

     "Yeah, I kno—"

    "In Italian" She cut me off giving me that look that my mother gives me. Did I forget to mention that she's my Italian teacher? I know, I'm Italian but in Italy each city has a different way of speaking. It's weird but since we moved her all around Italy before coming here, she picked up all the different ways of speaking Italian.

     "Scusi! (Sorry)"

     "Scusa!" She corrected me.

     "Scusi, Scusa, same shit!" I said waving her off.

     "Say it properly!"

     "Scusa!" I answered back, rolling my eyes.

     "Bene, ora tieniti pronto! Inizieremo con il pugilato. Indossa i tuoi guanti e vieni sul ring in trenta secondi! (Good, now get ready! We're going to start with boxing. Put on your gloves and meet you in the ring in thirty seconds!)" She barks, making her way towards the ring.

     Rolling my eyes, I head towards the locker room to grab my stuff. See somewhat fun.
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     "Ancora! (Again)" She yells, as I do another sit up.

     Groaning, I fall back onto the mat and place my hands over my eyes. "But I already did fifty!"

     "Then do fifty more!"

     Removing my hands, I look over at the clock on the wall and groan once more. "But it's almost eleven! I have school tomorrow!"

     "I don't care. Fifty more!" Willow yells in my face. Her thick accent coming out vicious again. I nod my head and do fifty more.
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