Mafia Desire novel (Ava and Andrew) novel Chapter 31

Mafia Desire
Chapter 31
"No, Ava, you're going to get hurt." Andrew said it loud enough for me to hear, but not to the hearing of others.

"You greatly underestimate me. That annoys Andrew." I remarked sarcastically, placing my hand over my heart.

I walked past him and found the girl in the ring; I walked up to her through the ropes.

She was a few inches shorter than me, but I could tell she worked hard.

The doorbell rang. I wanted to study her fighting before attacking, so she took a fighting stance. So I let her go first; she tried to punch me, but I quickly dodged it.

She threw more punches, which I all avoided. She was getting frustrated and tired, and she was becoming sloppy. I could see Andrew out of the corner of my eye, watching us.

She attempted to land another clumsy punch on me, but I was able to dodge it and capitalize on the opening to uppercut her. She took a few steps back, surprised that I had attacked her. She regained her composure and lunged at me, I took took the punch which barely hurt. I punched her twice in the stomach and once in the face.

She collapsed to the ground, her lip cut and her nose most likely broken. I exited the ring and approached Andrew.

He gave me a wide-eyed stare. "Are you impressed?" I inquired.

"I'd say I'm more surprised because Ashley can beat up every other female in my Mafia." He responded.

"Well, she can hardly punch and gets sloppy after about 5 minutes, but I told you I could defend myself." I said.

"Just because you can knock her out doesn't mean you're safe from the rival Mafia." Andrew said as he walked away from me.

"What is it going to take, Andrew?" Following Andrew, I inquired.

"Nothing, Ava; I cannot let you get hurt." Let it go." Andrew stated.

"All right, so what are we going to do now?" I inquired.

"Do you know how to use a shotgun?" Andrew inquired.

"No..."

"Today you're going to learn."

A gun?

Andrew led me into another room, a shooting range.

A girl was shooting a handgun and hitting the target every time. I noticed how she would switch from one hand to both while still hitting the target.

"Andrew, I've never held a gun before." I lied in order to avoid whatever he had planned for me.

"Well, you're going to today." He motioned for the girl who was shooting to come over.

She put the gun down and approached us. She was a few inches taller than me, with tanned skin and gorgeous curly black hair.

"What do you need, boss?" She inquired, her arms crossed across her chest.

"Train her," Andrew said as he motioned to me.

She nodded, and Andrew walked away without saying goodbye.

Rude.

"Hello, my name is Melissa." With a smile, she said.

"I am Ava," I said as I walked over to where she was shooting.

I took up the gun and aimed it at the target. How difficult could it be to shoot a gun?

"Wow, girl, slow down." Melissa explained. "Shooting a gun is more than just pointing it and pulling the trigger."

She re-positioned my gun grip and "fixed" my stance. "All right, now aim the gun, and when you're ready, pull the trigger." She stated.

I aimed the weapon, wrapped my finger around the trigger, and pulled the trigger.

My aim was terrible, and I barely hit the target.

"Fuck it." Under my breath, I hitched.

"It's all right, practice makes perfect." Melissa explained.

After a few hours of practice, I was hitting the target square on. I was pleased with myself.

I reloaded and continued to hit the target, while Melissa shot her target next to me.

"Ava, it's time to go." Andrew said, scarring me while I was shooting.

"You shouldn't scare me when I'm shooting, Andrew." I said while placing my hand over my heart.

"Come on, come on." He grabbed my waist as I set down the gun.

"Thank you very much, Melissa." I said before Andrew dragged me out of the room.

Melissa received a small nod from him.

As we walked to the car from the base, he wrapped his arm around my waist. We climbed into the car, and the driver began driving us to Andrew's house.

"Why are you different at work?" I inquired, noticing that Andrew rarely spoke at work and sounded annoyed when he did.

"People at work aren't people I want to hang out with, and I'm their boss." They need to know who's in charge," he said without looking at me.

"I don't like you at work," I shrugged, looking out the window.

He smirked and returned his attention to his phone.

We finally arrived at Andrew's house a few minutes later, and I jumped out of the car and ran upstairs, desperate for a shower.

I stepped out of the shower, threw on an old jersey and some short shorts, and picked up my phone, which had 5 unread messages.

Charis: Girl, where are you? You've gone missing.

Jenny: Why didn't you tell us you were moving?