When we reached the main mansion, like they call it, I met Bianca. The girl who pretended that she was me. She was twenty two years old, making her two years older than me.

She is of an average height, she has pitch black hairs, huge body parts- if you get what I mean. Her skin was tanned. Overall, she looked okay. Her lips were huge though.

Whenever she would walk, she would sway her hips, making her her huge ass bounce. Honestly, I doubted that she would even fit in a chair. She stared at me with a disgusted face several times. I don't know whether she was really disgusted or she was just faking it because she was jealous...

I mean why would be be disgusted with me? It's with herself that she should be, not me. Arabella told me that she thinks of herself as the Future Donna of the Italian Mafia. She thinks Enzo loves her and so on. It was Pathetic.

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It's been two hours since we came to the main mansion, like they call it. I was sitting on the kitchen counter when someone entered the kitchen and asked "What are you doing?"

I turned my head to see who that person was as I didn't recognize the voice. My eyes met with a boy who looked young, probably eighteen.

I raised my glass of water which was in my hands and showed him.

"You seem alone," he stated, taking a seat next to me on the counter. I shrugged. "I am alone."

"You're the American Assassin, right?" He asked to which I nodded. "And you are?"

"Ryan Gonzalez," He replied, smiling brightly, "I'm new here."

"How did you end up here?" I asked, curiosity filling me.

"My parents were killed and I was alone, walking on the streets—homeless when The Don found me and took me in. I joined three weeks ago." He replied, with a hint of sadness in his voice.

"My parents were killed too," I said, not knowing why I even told him that. He looked like he could use a friend. I remember when my parents were killed and I was alone and homeless, like Ryan. Then Sean found me. He was my savior, he saved me from myself and he became my friend.

"I'm sorry. What's your name?" He asked, suddenly getting all happy. Bipolar, isn't he?

"Lea White" I lied.

"Nice to meet you." He said, extending his hand for me to shake which I did. "How old are you?" I asked, wanting to confirm that he really was eighteen and that my assumption was right.

"Eighteen" He replied with a smile. "You?"

"Twenty" I replied and he only nodded in response. "How old were you when..." He trailed off, knowing that I understood where he was going.

"Sixteen" I replied.

"That's what got you into the mafia?" He asked curiously. I chuckled before shaking my head, "No that's a whole different story."

I was not in the mafia. I work alone.

"Maybe one day you'll tell me." He said, hopefully. I smiled before nodding, "Maybe, one day."

"Anyway" he jumped off the counter, "I'm going to train. Don told me that I should be able to beat one of his best men in my next fight which is next week. I've been training for over a two weeks now." He sighed, "And I still think—scratch that—I know that I'm not ready."

He could use some help. I jumped off the counter and stood in front of him, "I'll help you."

"Wait, really?" He asked, his eyes brightening. I nodded, "Yeah now let's go." He nodded excitedly before walking towards the gym with me following behind him because I had no idea where the gym was.

To say that the gym was big would be an understatement. It was huge, filled with gym equipments. It was clean, large and everything was perfectly arranged.

"Come" I said to Ryan as I approached the ring. He raised his brows at me, "Why are you goin—"

"I want to see how you fight," I said, going inside the ring. He followed me and we both got into our positions. I was sure that he wouldn't be able to beat me. I wasn't doing that to show how good I am, I was doing that to see how good he was.

"Now hit me" I said and he did- or at least—he tried to. I was blocking his every punch and kicks perfectly. I was trained in such a way that I could predict my competitor's moves.

"See? I'm definitely gonna lose." He panted, resting his hands on his knees. "I can't even hit a woman."

"Excuse me?" My feminist side asked, getting the better of me. If only he knew what a woman could do—what I could do. He would definitely piss his pants.

"Sorry I didn't mean it like that..." he scratched the back of his head nervously, "If I don't win, Don will make me restart my whole training and I don't wanna do that."

"I'll help you, don't worry. That's why we are here, aren't we?" I asked with a smirk. He smiled and nodded.

"This time I'll hit you and you block, alright?" I asked to which he nodded. I then started throwing punches and kicks in his direction.

He successfully managed to block few of them. I was doing it the hard way. It's the only way he was gonna learn.

"Watch your competitor's movements carefully." I stated, "Don't let anything or anyone distract you."

He nodded. "Now we can fight."

With that, we began fighting. He threw several punches in my direction and I, in his. He managed to get me a lot of times and also managed to block my punches and kicks. He was good. He then kicked me quite hard in my stomach, making me fall with a thud.

He smirked in victory but it didn't last when I kicked him in his knee, making him fall next to me then I placed my arm on his throat while my other arm was holding his hands over his head. I held him still, until he finally tapped the ground three times, conceding defeat.

"Never let your guard down" I stood up and helped him stand up. He nodded and smiled gratefully at me, "Thank you"

"For the bruises?" I asked, furrowing my brows with a smirk. He chuckled before shaking his head, "For today. I wish I had met you earlier though. If I did, I would have been a hundred percent sure that I would win next week. But I'm gonna take what I get so, thank you."

I smiled, "You're welcome. I'll see you tomorrow at five thirty in the morning. We'll be staying here for over a week so I'm gonna train you everyday until that battle. Okay?"

Arabella told me that we were going to stay in the main house for a week so it was to my advantage as well as Ryan's.

He nodded with a huge smile plastered on his face, "Really? Thank you so much!! I'll see you tomorrow!" With that, he ran out of the gym.

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