Training

"Come on! One more minute! Punch faster...faster!" my trainer exclaimed. I started punching the punching bag faster and faster, my muscles were burning with the exercise I had done. I swivelled and then kicked the punching bag on the marked spot… which was quite high today.

It s been two weeks since my 'named parents were murdered brutally. Since then, I have been training… harshly. I have no choice, time is running like water. I can t stop it. My days are now very hectic. I don t have mental peace, it s all because of Briana; I wish I could just pick up my revolver and shoot her right between her eyes.

Her forcefully taking my sister was a big mistake, she will realize it soon, I promise that. Oh well! How can I forget she tried killing me, she shot me on the left side of my torso where normally the heart is present but I m lucky; I guess? My heart is located on the right side of my torso. Thankfully, I would have never experienced the burning desire in me to kill a person and destroy an empire.

Those, Volkovs will soon experience my wrath. I will take my revenge anyhow! I m so agitated that I can t keep it in. Oh! How much I feel like killing Briana and her filthy husband who helped her. They freaking sold my sister for money! Money is what they want and they will die with it. I promise! I will burn their huge mansion and nothing will be left except for the burned ashes.

"Woah, Woah! Stop! Madison Stop!" My trainer screamed to stop me. I stopped and looked at him bewildered, he motioned for me to look at the punching bag; oops! The bag has a hole in it with its grains leaking like water. I gave him a sheepish grin and he sighed.

"You have no idea how hard it was to stop you," he stated and I walked to my bag placed in the far corner of the room. I took out my towel and wiped my face, and looked at the clock. It was already a quarter past seven am, I had about forty-five minutes to reach the office.

"I m sorry Derek for the damage I have done, I will pay for it with the weekly fee," I said and picked up my bag to walk out.

"No, it s fine. Many people have done what you did but they did not do it in their second week itself, I m astounded" he said looking at me intently. I felt uncomfortable and so I bid him goodbye and left. I hailed a taxi on my way back and reached my one-bedroom apartment, it s a small, warm yet cold apartment. Not that I mind.

I walked into my bedroom and selected clothes for work today and took shower. It was already a quarter to eight am and so I had to rush. I slowly jogged to the bus stop right at the end of the street and- oh no! The bus is leaving and I start running and thankfully the bus driver recognizes me and stops the bus. I get on the bus and thank him.

"Good Morning Miss Smith," a worker greeted me when he stepped into the elevator. I pressed the twenty-fifth-floor button. I was tapping my foot against the floor of the elevator until the elevator stopped and dinged, indicating to me to walk out of the elevator.

"Good Morning Savannah, I would like to know if Mr Volkov is here?" I asked her. She is the receptionist on this floor.

"Yes, Miss Smith, he is in his cabin and asked me to tell you to bring his coffee the moment you step in," she said.

"Okay, thanks," I then went down to the pantry on the same floor to make his coffee. I made it the way he asked me on my first day as his secretary. Two teaspoons of coffee with one cube of sugar, I wonder how he drinks this bitter coffee; after all bitter coffees are for bitter people. I walked down the corridor to his cabin and gave him his coffee.

"Miss Smith, I would like you to arrange a meeting with Mr Giovanni in my restaurant today at noon," he stated and I nodded. "Here, take these files and arrange the contracts in them chronologically, then you have to arrange the shelf with all the files today before we go to the meeting." he kept on saying and I kept on nodding while noting down my tasks.

Two hours have already passed, and I m almost done with my first task. I walked into his cabin with the files in my hand to arrange them on the shelf. The files were blocking my view and so when I opened the door to his cabin I bumped into someone, the muscular cologne of my boss filled my nostrils. Oh, wait! Did I mention that my boss is none other than the grandson of Sinister Volkov, the son of Vincent Volkov- Austin Volkov.

He is my first target. I need him to trust me to get into his Mafia affairs so I can know their weaknesses and attack them when I get the chance. I wouldn t have done anything if they did not kill my parents. My plan before their murder was simple, just to take my sister from them. But they bought this on themselves.

I was back from my thoughts when he waved his hand in front of me. "Huh?" I blurted out.

"Did you arrange the meeting at twelve, Madison?" he asked with a not so friendly tone.

"Yes, sir I have arranged it," I answered him. He nodded and told me to pick the files and arrange them. Bastard! He could have helped me, he knows that they are heavy. Anyways, it's a matter of time and then I would have the upper hand. I sighed.

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We are now heading towards the restaurant for the meeting with Mr Giovanni. When we walked in we were led to a private room and there sat a short, bald man with a grumpy face. Mr Giovanni. Two people were standing behind his chair with guns in their hands, bodyguards, I see.

"Let s get down to business," They started the meeting without any greeting, these egoistic men! The meeting was going well until Mr Giovanni asked about some shipments.

"E la spedizione che avrebbe dovuto arrivare la scorsa notte," he asked Austin in Italian. I see they don t know that I know Italian. I will enjoy this knowing they are oblivious about me knowing the language. (What about the shipment which was supposed to reach last night,)

"Quella spedizione raggiungerà presto l Italia, arriverà entro stasera attraverso la Costiera Amalfitana," he stated. I mentally noted down. Wait! What? Did he just speak Italian? Does he know Italian? Obviously, he does, he was the one who spoke not his spirit. (That shipment will soon reach Italy, it will reach by tonight through Amalfi Coast,)

Mr Giovanni hesitated before he said, "I Romano sono sulla nostra schiena Austin, mi hanno inviato una lettera di minaccia, dicendo che dovremmo interrompere ciò che stiamo facendo altrimenti-" he couldn t complete as Austin banged the table with his fists. What else are they doing? Other than illegal business? I have to find out. (Romanos are on our back Austin, they sent me a threat letter, saying we should stop what we are doing otherwise-)

"Altrimenti, cosa Giovanni?" he asked, fuming with anger while clenching his fists and jaw. I haven't seen this side of Austin in these two weeks. (Otherwise, what Giovanni?)

"Altrimenti, non esisterebbero ad attaccare I nostri magazzini nell Asia meridionale e distruggere I carri armati che contrabbandano merci nei nostri paesi," interesting, so these Romanos are their rival. I have to find out more about Romano. (Otherwise, they would not hesitate to attack our warehouses in South Asia and destroy the tanks which smuggle goods in our countries,)

"Enough! We will talk about this later," he stood up and left the room, I jogged to catch up with him. We sat in the car and the driver drove back to the office.

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I sighed, I m already tired, it's the end of the day; a quarter before six pm. I then have to reach my apartment to change and reach my next destination before eight in the evening. As I walked out of my cabin Austin was also coming out from his cabin, he looked at me and then motioned me to follow him. I did as he said.

"I will drop you at your place today," he said. I looked at him bewildered and tried to decline it politely.

"No, thank you, sir, I can manage-"

"I wasn't asking you Madison," he again stated. Yeah right! He never asks if he does it. It looks like I will save some money today. Not that I mind but still he is my boss. We reached his car and the ride was silent, not even a single person spoke until the driver said that I had reached my apartment.

It was a quarter past six pm, I had plenty of time to change and go to my next destination. I took shower then I wore my casual outfit. I wore lenses, a wig contrasting the colour of my eyes, and spectacles. I made freckles all over my nose and on my cheeks.

I'm on my way to destroy my other target. I will enjoy this, I won't kill them but I will take everything they adore from them. Money is what they run behind and that comes in through their only business. It will kill them from inside when they find out that they will no longer have butlers and maids around them to do the basic house chores. It will kill them from inside when they realize they would have to leave the huge mansion behind and live in a small house or maybe I won't even give them the chance to do that.

I just want to see that look in their eyes when they know they have lost everything.