After 13 years and now on her teenage life, Antonia tried her best to be a normal teenager before taking the big responsibility of her life, to be the leader of Moretti Mafia.
Since she reached the age of 13, everything changed, never she imagined...
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"Gab, there's fight today and the price is good." Joey, my bestfriend since I was 13, said while looking at his phone.
"Who's the opponent? Any idea?" I asked while looking at him. I'm curious actually because I felt he's hiding something. Normally he will directly speak the name of the opponent and brag that I can handle it, but this time I think he's quite nervous.
"They called him the "Executioner" and he's 7 footer, Gab." He finally said while looking back at me.
Fuck, I cursed mentally because I've got the chance to see the guy at the ring and he's really terrifying and look like a deathdealer, but it's okay I still want to try and see if I can beat him.
"Okay, I will go and fight him tonight, just make sure that the price is double or else I won't go." I told him casually.
And that's what matters to me now, Money.
I need money not for me but for my Dad's treatment. He has cancer. And he informed me when I was 17 and since then I promised that I will help him because I can't handle if he will go too.
Well my Mom died when I was 15 and that's the reason why I entered this kind of activities to earn money.
"Are you sure? Gab he has been called that name because he beats the crap out of his opponent! And I can't risk you Bro, specially your pretty face!" He said dramatically and I know that he's joking, particularly on the last part.
He's been with me, in this journey since the beginning and he doesn't care if I got bruises because he said that I looked more pretty when I got those.
But actually it's very rare for me to get bruise on my face, as nobody could reach to punch me there, without knocking them out first.
Aside from my height and built, I trained myself hard because that's my cure for my grief after my Mom died. I poured all my sadness, rage and pain in training to be best fighter, than be in bad habits like taking drugs or drowning myself with alcohol.
I'm not telling that I never had cigarette or drugs or alcohol in my life. I tried those, but I don't like it. They will help you to forget your pain and sadness but in just for few hours, which I realized wasn't helping, so I stop and think of other way, which now I've gotten, and that was being a fighter at the ring.
Since we found out that Mom had malignant cancer, I asked Dad to do something to help her, but the Doctor said it's too late and we cannot do anything, but I'm hopeful. She's my mom and I love her so much for that I started to fight at the ring since I'm 15 and when I won for the first time I immediately send her in hospital for treatment, but after few months, she didn't make it and left me.
"Son, I'm sorry, but you have to let me go. I love you so much. You mean so much to me. You're my moon that brigthen my dark night, and promise me that whatever happen and whatever you face, you will stay as good boy, become a good man that I hope for. Promise me, that you will achieve your dream, to be the best business man in the world."
