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“Fight me Isabella” he stands in his stance waiting for me to get in position.
“Vincenzo” I breath out ready to argue before I fall flat on my ass. He just kicked my legs from underneath me.
“Get. Up.” Vincenzo sternly spits.
I huff and stand on my feet. “You wanna dance Mafia? Let’s dance”
I get in position and throw a jab. He professionally steps away from my punch grabbing my forearm and hitting the side of my stomach making me bend down. He pushes the back of my knee making me kneel and hovers over me pointing his fingers at the back of head. “Dead” he announces.
I huff irritated, I grab his wrist from behind and push his hand away from my head. Grabbing his forearm with my free hand keeping a steady grip on his wrist. I stand up and twist his body in front of me, hearing the satisfying impact his body had with the matted floor. I quickly hovered above him and pointed my fingers to his forehead. “Dead” I repeated his words.
He smirked proud nodding his head, he thrusts upward feeling his member as he thrusted up, on impact it forced my body forward. I place both my hands next to his head to keep me from head butting him. “Dirty player” I comment, he cocks an eyebrow “once you’re on the field everyone’s a dirty player.” He flips us over now his on top of me. Pinning my hands over my head leaving me helpless, “Now what do you do?” He asks, I bite my lower lip trying to figure out a way out.
“Head butt me Isabella” He answers his own question. “Your key tactic to get out of this is your head. With the right amount of force, you can break my nose, or wound me enough to shock me to let go of your hand. Then you can push me off you.” He explains.
He stands up offering a helping hand, I take it gracefully. “You can’t rely solely on your gun or knives. Your head is always your most important asset. If you can think quickly on your feet, you’ll never lose a fight” I nod my head slowly, not use to seeing this side of Vincenzo.
Serious and strategic.
“Let’s go again” he states.
x
We spent what felt like hours sparing until he was satisfied with my combat skills. I’ve been out of the game for a year now since Dante. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel good to be back though. “Catch” Vincenzo calls out. Throwing me a prop knife.
“My favourite” I smirk, holding the blade I get ready. Vincenzo steps forwards going for my chest, I block his arm quickly stabbing him three times along his stomach. Stepping out of the way, he rushes forwards.
“Good” he complements, I look at his neck wanting to go for that next. “No” he comments.
“Keep your eyes on me.” He explains, “never let your opponent know your next move.” He steps forward grabbing my wrist mid-air, twisting it behind my back and placing his prop knife on my neck. “Lock your eyes with his, watch him, study him. Our body, our behaviour, our slight movements give away what our next attack will be. If you focus your eyes on his everything else comes into your peripheral vision. You see things that are not in your direct sight, leaving you ready for anything.” He explains sternly.
Vincenzo sounds so professional and in control. Truly like a real Mafia Boss. I nod my head slowly “so if you were in this situation what would you do Isabella” he whispers. I lean my head back softly tapping his nose with the back of my head.
He lets go of the knife playing out the scenario, I spin around and pin my knife against his neck pushing him up against the wall. We stay like this for a moment. In a calm silence, our eyes fixated on each other. Our harsh breathing perfectly in sync.
Being here with him in this crazy situation that is my life allowed me to really understand myself in a way I never did before. Maybe I’ve always been more comfortable in chaos, I’m comfortable with the violence of it all.
I break away and take a step back from Vincenzo. He clears his throat nodding his head “okay” he whispers. I nod my head mimicking his movements “okay” I confirm.
“Are you sure?” He asks me one last time, I nod my head.
This was freedom, as dangerous as it was. It was my version of freedom, and I prefer dangerous freedom over peaceful slavery.
x
Everyone is running around the estate preparing and making sure in our absence everyone will be safe at the manor, I quickly change into my black leather romper, strapping my throwing knifes on my upper thighs and zipping up my combat boots. “Your mum is a badass, and she looks good while doing it as well” I giggle talking to Dante who was watching me from his little cot.
“You will never be doing anything like this though” I sternly point at him, picking him up and holding him close to my chest. “I want a better life for you Leone” I kiss his little cheek. “My life was already written to go down this path, that doesn’t mean your life has to follow mine or your dads”.
“You get to pick what you want to do” I wink smiling at him, he laughs holding onto my chest burying his face in the crook of my neck. I giggle smothering him with kisses, the sudden fear sinking in my stomach, what If I don’t come back from this? I sigh looking at his little body, this little boy whose life was dependent on my own. “I can’t give you a chance if I don’t kill that bastard” I whispered reminding myself why I'm doing this. He will always be a lingering threat on my life, Vincenzo’s life and my sons. He must die.
Ariana walks in the room smiling reassuringly at me, “you sure you want to go?” She questions softly, I nod my head firmly “I have to” I stand up and give Dante one last squeeze. “Mummy loves you” I whisper in his ear and hand him to Ariana. “Keep him safe” I softly whispered. She nodded her head firmly “With my life” she assured me.
x
I walked out the manner and found my way to the clinic, I peeked my head through the window and watched mum and dad with their doctor. I smiled weakly slowly opening the door to go inside, “Butterfly” mama whispered as papa turned to look at me smiling as I approached.
The doctor stood up and smiled “they are improving rapidly, but the nightmares and PTSD like behaviour will forever be present psychologically” he gave a reassuring pat on the shoulder and walked off leaving me alone with them.
