**Translation: The Mafia Queen**
Since the day I was born my father has prepped and trained me to be the perfect girl. Ivy League school, perfect manners, perfect personality and the perfect sense of humour. It was like he was raising a robot, not...
Going to sleep isn't easy. I keep picturing Jax's annoying face, and how much I want to punch it. Eventually I fall to sleep, but wake up from a Jax-induced nightmare. I threw five pounds at him, and he laughed like I was weak.
Angrily, I roll out of bed and check the time. 4:00 am. I turn on the flash of my new phone (apparently I wasn't allowed to keep my old one for "security reasons") and look for the cute workout outfit I got at the mall.
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I walk around the house until I find the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I take out blueberries, oatmeal, and yogurt, mixing them together in a bowl. "Che diavolo? sto cercando di dormire!" I turn around at the angry string of what I think was Italian or Spanish. A guy that looks to be the same age as me rubs his brown eyes, and blinks when he sees me. "Fanculo." "Sorry." I say, he looks tired. "Did I wake you?" "No, do not apologize..." he pauses. "Brianna." I say. "Brianna." He echoes, his accent putting a twist on my name. "I am Giovanni. But you can call me Gio." He smiles showing off his pearly whites.
"Nice to meet you." I say. "So... what has you up early?" Gio looks at my outfit. "And in workout clothes?" His curious gaze makes me blush. "I- want to learn how to fight. I was looking for someone to teach me but no one is up." He smirks. It's a very familiar smirk, but I can't place it. "You're in luck then, Brianna. I'm one of the best fighters in this place." I stop. "What even is this place? A big house where rich friends and family hang out?" Gio tilts his head.
"This is the Spanish mafia." My face goes white, and I take off running. I don't get far though. Gio comes up behind me and throws me over his shoulder. "Put me down you psycho!" I scream, and he has the audacity to put a hand over my mouth! I give up, letting Gio take me to the gym. When we get in, he throws me onto the mats. "What the hell?! Move Giovanni!" He crosses his arms. "No. You're going to have to fight me if you want to leave." He cracks his knuckles, and takes off his shirt. Holy sweet mother of baby Jesus.
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He's not as ripped as Jax, but damnnnn he's still fine. Shut up. I shake my head. "You're insane." I say, and then run at him. He turns and flips me over. I land on the floor with a thud. "Again." He holds out his hand, and I pull him down, twisting so that my legs are on either side of him. "Nice move." We both get up, and square our feet. "Let's make it more interesting." He grabs wooden knifes, and hurls one at me. Without thinking I catch it.
