ruthless

chapter 57: meetings

i punch the bag harder and harder causing it to swing back and forth more drastically with each hit.

Luciano thinks you're just some whore with mommy issues.

i turn around kicking the bag again "stupid" i punch the bag "fucking" i'm a whore to to him two punches to the back "asshole!'' I kick the bag and I hear metal crack.

"oh my god '' Dante looks up and the chain links holding the bag to the ceiling "i've never seen someone your size do that" he looks back down at me.

"Do you see how powerful you are?" I try to catch my breath. "I know how powerful i am" my chest rises and falls "that's what i like to hear!" I smile while picking up my water bottle.

"we're leaving next week." I sit down on the mat "does that mean we'll be training all week?" he nods, "you bet" dante winks at me and i laugh.

"niki" my head snaps toward luciano "oh what now" i stand up "can i talk to you?" i laugh a little "you're cute, i have to go dante but i'll see you tomorrow" he smiles and i walk away "let's just talk"

I glared at him as he walks with me down the hall "what. so can you call me a whore who has mommy issues again?" i raise my brows "stop acting like this and just have a conversation" i scoff "no"

i walk quicker than him turing the corner until i feel a hand on my wrist and i pull back "you're a fucking dick lucaino" he pauses

"i will not be stepped all over by someone who can't even control themselves around that soft,white, powdery, bitter substance called coke"

"fuck you niki, you have no clue what's going on right now" i scoff "i dont? oh its almost like i didn't have a fucking drug addiction before i could drive" i send him a tight lipped smile.

"at least my mother loved me until she died" i stare at him "i have the courtesy of being my mother's death, she won't die in my arms" he stops walking

"stop projecting all of your anger from other parts onto us" i step closer to him "stop dressing like a whore to get the attention you never got as a kid" he gets in my face and my hands itch to slap him.

he roughly brushes past me and i stay frozen in place wow. anger and regret starts to fill my body as the words replay in my head

...

sitting at dinner anger bubbles inside of me. throw your steak knife just past his head. niki no control yourself. "hey Dman" my head looks up at hazel who's staring at dad "yes hazel"

"Since we're going to New York and you said you want me to be a part of this mafia more, I think it's time you teach me how to use a gun. i've felt so useless since that night" her eyes snap next to dad at luciano. she's threatening him.

"that's very good hazel. I'll set up some training for tomorrow." she shakes her head "no i wanna learn from the best, i want you to teach me" she smiles and dad laughs a bit "we have meetings tomorrow" she shrugs.

"After the meetings" dad's quite for a moment "i suppose we could" hazel smiles wide "thanks Dman" dad nods and she stares at luciano who stares back at her.

"speaking of new york, where are we staying?" I take a bite of steak. "We're staying at The Square hotel" my eyes widen and I look at hazel who's already staring at me. shit

"that hotel isn't good,we should try a new one" dads brows furrow "yea what niki said, bed bug central" haze rubs her cuticles and i slap her hand down so dad doesn't see.

Dad sighs "what did you two do" we stare at each other "well in freshman year" i touch the back of my neck "we sorta um" hazel looks down "threw a party?" i finish the sentence "and got super drunk" hazel nervously laughs.