Hope you enjoyed the first chapter, a new experiment and a new journey.
Chapter 2: Meeting Marabella
"Hiya," I yelled aloud, kicking the sandbag with full force. Turning around, I punched it before I grabbed my gun and shooting the plastic figure in a shape of men who were moving in circles, watching all six bullets remaining in the centre of the forehead. Before running towards the stuffed dummy and flipping it to the ground, with full force.
"Enough, Milan. You will become exhausted." The familiar voice of my grandmother entered my ears making me stop and turn to view her presence, inhaling the plate in her palms wrapped in a foil and I instantly could smell the mouth-watering grandmas special.
"You brought me lunch?" I questioned, grabbing my white towel from the chair as I Wiped the trickling sweat which was rolling down my forehead, before grabbing a bottle of water and gulping it down my throat.
"You have another hand in a proposal, my dear. How long will you spend punching and kicking a bag, do you not want to settle down and have a family of your own?" I mentally rolled my eyes at her words settling down on the dining chair as she served me, grabbing my fork and knife I place a mouthful into my mouth.
"Seeing as your ignoring me I am assuming it's another rejection, do you not even want to meet him? I heard he is a leader of a very strong mafia, Finn McCain." Not interested in another proposal, it was completely pointless none of those proposals wanted me but my power, the fear of people who were around and knew about me.
"I have a child Grandma, and as for a family I have you. I do not need anyone else." I spoke, I watched her sigh and drink a sip of the water. I knew she had a series of questions and knew any second she would burst.
"Do you plan on ever going back? I mean your daughter is there it's been what...three years which means she's five do you not wish to see how she looks?" I had wished to see my daughter every day, I wondered if she grew to be as strong, bold and dominant as me or held the traits of a leader, the brains and skills as her father.
But I could not go to see her, my aim was still left incomplete.
"No." Was all I said as I pushed my chair back, stood up and walked towards the kitchen placing my dishes on the counter beside the sink and rinsing my palms.
"I never grew up to submit, grandmother. The betrayal had opened a wound which is not easy to cover." Was my reply, I turned around watching her frown her eyes tearing up as if remember all the tears I had shed three years ago on her lap whilst hugging her.
"I will not be here for long, I fear I will leave you alone. You won't have a shoulder to shed your tears, and you will fall deeply and deeper into your own sorrows." I wrapped my arms around my grandmother at her words, sighing and closing my eyes pecking the forehead of her.
I was a good few inches taller than my grandmother who each year seemed to be just shrinking, I was unsure if it was me growing or her just shrinking from her original height.
"I will never be alone because you are never leaving me. Anyways is it not your time to go, do you not need to send your food to Mrs Kennedy's mansion?" I questioned whilst pulling away, this seemed to have made her eyes widened as if remembering the real reason for her coming here.
"Each day as I go old I am beginning to forget, my assistant for my bakery who was supposed to come with me to serve at the party at Mrs Kennedy's has fallen ill if have come with a request... Milan will you help serve at the party?" Her question seemed to have caught me off guard, even though I had no session of boxing until tomorrow morning so I was pretty much free but serving was something I had never done.
"But-"
"There will only be rich millionaires and billionaires, there will be no Mafia's so can you help your old grandmother." I rolled my eyes as she tried to give me her puppy eyes, shaking my head at her and letting out a laugh.
"Fine." I let out a short breath, I turned around making my way towards the stairs.
"Where are you going?" I heard my grandmother, Patrizia which is an Italian girl name which meant noble or even well-born. As I turned around once again looking at the Salt and pepper hair which was neatly combed into a bun.
"To change, you do not expect me to come with you to my sports bra and leggings?" It was a rhetorical question as I did not want the obvious answer, she nodded her head allowing me to continue my journey to my bedroom to change.
The venue was packed with men and women, all dressed formally and head held high. Even from afar, you could see they were posh and those rich people who went to a charity event just to be on the front page of the newspaper.
"Do remember, be nice." I rolled my eyes at my grandmother who seems to think I was always the one who began a fight, sure I had always been the one to first hit the opposite person but I only did it when triggered.
"I am nice." I retorted back, I could already see my grandmother rolling her eyes but she remained silent as we went behind the stall and set up our food stall.
"Can I have that?" Looking down I stared at the young girl, she had long curly locks of blonde hair. Her eyes were grey, a small button nose and rosy cheeks. She was absolutely adorable, staring at her I wished of my little girl she would have been around her age.
"Yes sweetie what would you like?" I asked, she smiled brightly at me pointing at the strawberry pie my grandmother had made, smiling I grabbed a plate scooping a slice I placed it on the plate before handing it to her.
"Marabella, you are aware you are not allowed to eat anything before it is tested." The familiar voice made me look up, froze as I realised who it was and also the name of the little girl.
"Marabella," I whispered, Aurora seemed to have heard me and lifted her head, her eyes widened at seeing me and it was the moment I knew I had to leave.
"Milan." I heard her call whilst I walked away if they were here I knew he was not too far away. Needing to get away was important, then image of my daughter repeatedly flashed into my eyes she was incredibly beautiful. She had my blonde hair and her father's grey eyes, she looked like an angel.
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