Morana, a thirteen year old assassin, a legend. She was born in France and raised by the French mafia.
She gets sent to kill a Cortello brother, she doesn't succeed and she gets shot, she is taken to the hospital and the police gets involved and th...
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"Three more minutes Morana." Kieran said as I'm running on the treadmill. I have been running for an hour now. I used to run for more than three hours, but never at this speed, I feel like my legs are getting detached from my body.
"I'm gonna fall." I said. I have been saying this for the last thirty minutes. Dom and Elio chuckled, they are here watching and making fun of my face because apparently I make a weird face when I run.
Kieran increased the speed. "One more minute. Stop complaining." He said laughing as well. I'm all sweaty. I removed my shirt after the first fifteen minutes— I don't care if they see my scars anymore, their bodies and everyone in the underground have them, I should be proud and I am— actually when I'm in the underground, I show them off because scars are proof of your strength but for some reason, I don't like my brothers seeing them, I need to get used to it.
The last minute felt longer than the whole hour and finally Kieran stopped the freaking machine. I got off the treadmill and my legs were shaking, I have never ran so long to a such a high speed, eventually I let myself fall on the ground and all of them were laughing at me.
"Stop torturing your sister." Adriano said coming into the gym. He had some green juice in his hand and he handed to me. "Drink it, it's good for you."
I thanked him and drank the whole thing in one go still sitting on the floor. I was so thirsty. Then I tried getting up but my legs felt like jelly. Am I weird for loving how this feels?
"Alright. Let's do some weight lifting." Kieran said preparing the weights for me.
"Alrighty." I muttered walking around the gym slowly as I moved my arms to warm up for weight lifting.
"Kieran, add more weight." Dom told him. He knows, we trained together before.
"Is this enough?" He asked Dom who shook his head. "But that's good for warm up." Dom added.
"Alright." I stood behind the bar. "Give me a lifting belt." I said to no one in particular and Elio threw me one. I positioned myself and put my hands on the bar before I took a few breaths and I started lifting. I did a quick 12 then took a break for one minute and I repeated that four times. I trained for a while before the gym turned into a weight lifting competition between my brothers and I— well it started with me, Kieran, Adriano and Elio, we didn't let Dom, scared it will open his stitches.
Adriano added more weight and while they looked unbothered, there's no way I can lift that. Adriano went first and he did it very unbothered that it angered me, same for Elio and Kieran however I, I couldn't lift it and they started laughing at me.
"How could you do that?!" I exclaimed frustrated.
"Your upper body is weak, even though you have a good punch, I don't understand." Adriano said looking at my arms in thought.
