"We have to start training," Mateo repeats himself.

"Okay, let me go change first," I say before heading towards the elevator with Mateo following me.

We get off the elevator and I head into my room while Mateo waits for me outside. I pull a tank top over my head and stay in the leggings I was in before. I open the door and Mateo leads me to the gym. Inside the room, Eliza, Ella, Gabby, Gio, Mark, and Stefano were already warmed up and ready to train.

"Okay, everyone come close. We have to go over a few things," Mateo says.

Everyone gathers up and Mateo starts talking, "So you all are only here for a week so we have to show you everything and you can decide if you would like to join or not."

"Yes sir," replies Gabby.

"Since you have classes, training will take place before and after class. The first couple of days will be hand to hand combat. Then, it'll be gun and knife skills. Lastly, distractions and communications. Everyone knows who their trainer is, right ?" he asks before we all nod our heads.

Everyone parts ways as I try to sneak out of the gym.

"Angela, get your ass back in here before I make you run four extra miles," I hear Mateo yell. Before he could say anything else, I start walking towards him with a pout on my face.

He points at a punching bag and tells me to show him what I got. I throw a light left punch then a strong right hook.

"Not bad, but you need some work," He starts. "First off, start with your right, then punch with your left. You have to punch with your stronger arm which is your right. The first punch must be the strongest. Second, you need to fix your stance," he says while placing his hands on my waist and twisting it in the right direction towards the punching bag.

"Try again."

I throw a string right punch then a left one.

"Okay, better. Now try adding a kick or two."

I punch right, left and then kick hard with my right leg.

I'm dying, I have been hitting this punching bag for the past two and a half hours. My knuckles are purple, pink and blue. Mateo showed me a lot of techniques that I could work on.

"Go get some water, we have more training to do," Mateo says leaving the room with his phone by his ear.

"Ragazze, come drink water," Nonna says as we enter the kitchen. She opens the beverage fridge and takes out four Gadorades and four Red Bulls.

"Nonna, we only want water," I say, drinking from the water bottle.

"No, I'll take a Red Bull," Gabby says, taking a can.

"Okay, Nonna, we're gonna go now," Says Eliza before we walk back to the gym.

"So, what do you guys think?" I ask my friends.

"I'm tired," Says Ella.

"That was pretty fun," Gabby says, smiling.

"Gio says I wouldn't need hand-to-hand combat. He thinks that I'm going to be in the business part of the Mafia," Eliza says, taking a drink of her water.

"Angela, I saw you and Mateo getting handsy," Says Gab, wiggling her eyebrows ups and down.

"No, he was just showing me how to have the proper stance," I say, opening the gym door. Inside, Mateo was lifting weights while doing lunges.

"Angela, you have a bit of drool on the corner of your lips," Gab teases loudly.

I turn around and give her the 'Shut up!' face.

"You can stop checking me out," Says Mateo, turning around.

"I-I wasn't" I stutter.

"Yes, you were. No need to hide it," He says, putting the weights away.

"Whatever," I say, not wanting to argue anymore.

"Okay, I need to see you run," He says, hopping on the treadmill next to mine.

"Why do we need to run? Don't we have get-away cars?" I ask, stepping on the treadmill.

"Yes, but you will still have to run to the get-away car, dumbass," Mateo says before he starts to run.

I press the six on the treadmill and I start running.

About thirty minutes after running in peace, Mateo breaks the silence, "Now you need to know how to run without being distracted."

"Easy," I say. What is he going to do? Is he going to throw tomatoes at me or some shit?

He turns the treadmill off and grabs the weights. No, no, I know what he's going to do.

He takes off his shirt and stands right in front of me, lifting the weights. I can't take this anymore so I look down at my feet while running.

"Head up, zemer. You can't run with your head down."

I slowly look up and notice the weights are gone but instead he's doing squats facing away from me.

Oh no. I lose my balance and fall on the treadmill. But since the treadmill was still running, my head hits the wall, hard.

I look up and notice Mateo laughing his ass off.

"Are you okay?" He asks, in between laughs.

I hit my head really hard. Can you get me some ice?" I ask, rubbing my head.

He walks out of the room and I notice everyone laughing aswell.

This is going to be a long week.

____AUTHORS NOTE_______________

-Mateo's got cake. That's all I've got to say.

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