Mafia Problems - One-shots

Boxer girl

(Toms pov)

I've always been into boxing, even from a young age... which is kinda good since my mates had an illegal boxing arena under where they lived, it was complete with the gym, the ring everything.

I had just finished Uni for the day and decided I needed some time off study, I opened the door to their office building and walked over the elevator, the doors slid open and I stepped inside looking at the keypad, I pressed the numbers 6384 just as the doors slammed shut, the elevator dropped significantly and quite quickly. The doors dinged open onto a modern gym, I looked around and the typical groups were there, I looked to the right as saw the "show-offs" which are basically dudes who think they can do anything, my eyes went to the left and I examined the group of guys who "Go there for the hell of it", there were more groups then that: the ones that actually work out, the ones who go there to see if any girls were there and the one group I can't stand which is the ones who think they are the best, they call themselves "The best" I continued walking straight till I found a group of guys, similar in hair and eye colour, the Peiar siblings, well a few of them, I looked over at brother number one, Giovanni Piear, 26 years old, dark ginger hair and dark brown eyes, he was the oldest of all of the brothers here but not the oldest of all of the kids. Brother two, Tonino Piear, 25 years old, light brown hair with hints of blonde, blue eyes with brown speckles. Brother three, Max Piear, 23 years old, darkest hair out of all of the brothers, yet the lightest blue eyes. Brother four, Blair Piear 21, a year older than me, A medium shade of brown with burnt oak brown eyes. Brothers five and six, Felix and Julian Piear, both 19-year olds, both almost identical, they both had ginger hair, but one had brown eyes and the other had blue. I walked up to Blair and greeted him with a typical handshake.

"So what's happened here lately?"

"Nothing much besides you aren't really the best boxer now"

"Has someone finally beaten me?"

"yep"

He looked back at six of his fifteen brothers or what presume the rest of his siblings were brothers, he has never mentioned having any sisters, we all just started boxing and having fun, I was in the ring with Max when the doors dinged open again, my eyes widened in shock, my eyes started from the shoes of the person, their feet were covered in grey Adidas boxer shoes, I trailed up their legs, and my eyes landed on a rose tattoo on their thigh hiding underneath a pair of black gym shorts, and they were short, I continued my trail I made for myself and saw a grey sports bra and on their shoulders was a black Nike zip-up hoodie, I noticed a few other tattoos my eyes then landed on their face, soft peach lips, brown eyes with hints of red encased in long black eyelashes and deep brown hair done in double Dutch boxer braids, I looked back at Max and pointed at her

"Who's she? I've never seen her here before"

"Oh you'll find out who she is"

He walked out of the ring and up to her, she gave him a gorgeous smile, she walked passed the other groups like nothing, usually, they give everyone a side-eye or a look, but they just turned their backs and lowered their heads. She walked to the cubbies and pulled off her hoodie, I noticed another tattoo on her shoulder and she turned to face me, her eyes looked down then back up to mine, a devilish smirk planted on her lips and she walked off grabbing a pair of grey leather half mitts and walked over to one of the brothers, she punched his arm lightly and walked into a different ring, I leant on the ropes and examined her movement, she was light and quick, moving from corner to corner, she stopped and looked at her hands

"I'm not using the gloves anymore"

"oh well, I have an idea"

"What's that?"