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The minute she turns around, my eyes lock onto her. Her striking features catch my attention, and I notice the exhaustion in her amber eyes.
Then it hi...
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V A L E N T I N A
I like to start my day early, it's the quietest time to enjoy whatever I'm doing, usually I work out which is what I'm doing right now.
Nobody is going to wake up at 5, I guess.
My hair is pulled back into a neat ponytail. I start my workout on the treadmill, setting a fast pace.
I'm wearing some shorts with a shirt which was kind of revealing, but it was enough to cover my Medusa and Mafia Tattoo but all my other tattoos were all out in the open.
Do I care?
no.
I need to work out because The Donna of the American Mafia and a known assassin can not become weak and I've put off working out from my schedule for the last few days and I'm already feeling weak.
After my run, I move to the punching bag.
Wrapping my hands, I take a moment to focus before launching into a series of punches.
Last night, running into Matteo at the fucking club was not my plan.
Punch.
It was supposed to be quick- find, flirt, kill and get out.
Punch
But I failed it was a simple task, and last night I was so close to being caught.
Kick.
Yesterday night, I was so fucking scared because the minute I pretend to be asleep, Matteo barged in and I had to stop breathing for 2 mins just so he wouldn't get suspicion about how heavily I was breathing while sleeping.
Kick.
Punch.
Punch.
Kick.
My fists strike the bag with precision, each punch fueled by my anger and regret.
Mixing in some quick jabs and powerful hooks, I feel the impact through my entire body giving me a feeling of satisfaction.
I finish with some light jogging in place, cooling down from the intensity of my workout. I take deep breaths, calming myself down.
I check the time, 7:03 am.
As I walk out of the gym, I see Giovanni who was rubbing his head but as soon his eyes landed on me, his jaw dropped. I keep walking feeling the stares drilling into the back of my body.
Quickly taking a shower, I get dressed into something jeans and a random crop top and I was well aware knowing that my tattoos were showing, but I can't hide in long sleeved clothes.
I make my way downstairs to drink water because I haven't eaten or drank anything except that one whiskey last night.
