Blood of The Mafia

One Month and 5 Fights Later

CHAPTER 59

Empty.

Cold.

Heavy.

Numb.

Alone.

Angry.

Left, right, left, right, right.

Furious.

Right, left, left, right, left, left, right, left, right, right.

Fucking. Wrathful.

Right, left, left, right.

It has been one month.

One month since he took her away from me.

One month since my life changed. For the fucking worse.

He... Santana... was now my most hated enemy.

I would fucking kill him for killing her.

I would do it.

She was dead.

She was gone.

She was really gone.

And she was never coming back.

And it was all his fault.

I continued to punch the bag in front of me. Everyday for the past month I found myself back in front of this bag. Beating the fucking sand out of it everyday until I was satisfied.

Except I was never satisfied.

The first week I was sad. Broken. Doubtful that I would ever be the same again.

I cried. And cried some more. Every night I cried.

I still do.

But not when everyone can see me.

When I'm alone.

When her not being around anymore haunts me the most.

When I'm left with all my thoughts to consume me.

It should have been me.

I should have died.

Not her.

I was in the driver's seat after all.

It should have been me.

That grave should not have read:

Katrina Corazon

It should NOT have read her name.

It shouldn't have...

-One month after the crash.-

Mia's POV

I sat on the floor of the ring and took in a couple deep breaths.

I waited. And waited.

And soon enough, I felt the loud vibrations of the steps of someone coming towards me.

I stood and automatically felt the difference in height.

In front of me stood someone I had never seen in my life.

But I didn't care. It never mattered.

I heard the ding, and as it rung in my ears the tall body in front of me rushed forward. I swiftly moved to one side, lifting my leg slightly, grabbing her shoulder, and jumping on her back. I pushed all my weight into the crook of her neck and she fell to the floor, off balanced.