I was going to fight Giovanni. The big bad Mafia leader. I had a feeling he'd win, but I knew I wouldn't go down without a fight.

I was already so confident I would win there was no way I would let him go down easy.

I pulled my hair up into a ponytail and let loose pieces of my hair fall in front of my face. I pushed them aside and rubbed my knuckles.

I was ready to fight him.

I stepped on the mat and waited for him to do the same. He took off his shirt and my eyes gazed down to his perfectly sculpted body. His abs were rock solid and he had a defined v-line. His arms were noticeably strong and had muscles. There were veins sticking out on his hands. It was hard not to drool over him.

He shook his hair and some longer hairs fell on his forehead. His green eyes were cold and he stood tall.

He was way taller than me. That was a big advantage.

"You know, you can back out now, there's no way, you'll win against me," he said, arrogantly.

"Okay, it's different when I speak confidently, for you, it just sounds like you're selfish and arrogant," I told him, truthfully.

"It's not arrogance, it's confidence," he imitated what I said before.

I didn't say anything. I brought my fish out to lunch him square in the jaw, but he dodged it. He ducked away from my fist.

He was better than I thought. This will be difficult.

He tried to go for a punch, but I moved to the side and right hooked his cheek. He fell back from the impact and I jumped in victory.

I didn't win yet, but I hit him.

"Ha!" I exclaimed.

He got back up and his eyes were darker. I gulped my nerves down to my stomach. He was much scarier after I hit him.

I even ended up to make his boss bleed a little.

"Oh," I gasped. "I'm sorry, I didn't know I hit you that hard."

He scoffed. He cracked his knuckles and approached me.

He kicked my legs and knocked me to the ground. He took that to his advantage and got on top of me, he cradled me.

He pinned my arms down and I couldn't move.

Memories flooded in my brain and my voice hitched. I felt like I was getting suffocated by his weight. I needed him off of me.

"You surrender?" He asked, a smirk on his face.

I didn't answer. I couldn't, the words were taken from my mouth.

"Get off," I suppressed.

"Only if you surrender, I win," he asserted.

I felt tears in my eyes. I struggled against his grip, they felt way tighter than they were.

"Get off of me, please," I pleaded.

"Say it!" He exclaimed. "Say that I won."

I looked up at him. He was wearing a mask. I freaked out and tried to escape his crazily hard grip.

"Please don't, I beg you," I beseeched. My throat became dry, I felt my voice start to become a whisper.

He let go of me and I noticed he wasn't wearing a mask. It was my mind playing games with me.

I quickly got up from the ground and ran out before he could see me cry. I didn't want him to ask questions. I didn't want him to see me broken, like he would even care about me, anyway.

I ran up the stairs and past the gang who looked confused and concerned.

I went upstairs and into the bathroom. I locked the door shut and threw up. All my tears were used up and my insides clenched with fear.

I felt sick to my stomach.

I groaned and wiped my mouth with my arm. I leaned against the toilet and tried to breathe.

I thought all of this stuff was over. I went to therapy, I've tried everything I could to get over it. I learned how to fight. Everything was coming back to me.

I was reminded of my worst fears.

There was a knock on the bathroom door which brought me out of my thoughts.

"Who is it?" I asked, groggily.

"Derrick," he answered.

I unlocked the door and engulfed him in a hug.

"What happened?" He asked. His voice was full of concern.

"Everything came back to me," I explained. "We were fighting-oh no! He won!" I exclaimed once everything came to me.

I couldn't believe I was going to have to shoot a gun.

"What did he win?" He asked.

"We made a bet and now he won. I will have to shoot a gun. Do you know how scary those are?" I cried out. "I don't want to use those ever."

"I think you aren't cut out for the gang life," I heard him mutter.

"I don't think so either. How are you?" I asked. I always wondered how he even got in the gang.

"Well, it happened with father. He woke me up at three in the morning one night to show me what he does, in fact, he trained me to become like him," he told me.

"I don't want to be like him, so I went to Italy, I said I was going on vacation, but I was actually there for business with Giovanni. I went against dad ever since I found out how much of a horrible man he was," he continued.

"He ruined my life, he ruined moms life and you can't say he hadn't ruined yours. He's the main reason you're here right now," he encouraged.

I just nodded my head. He was right. My father is the reason I'm stuck in the house. The reason why everything is coming back to me.

"So, you joined Giovanni's gang in Italy?" I asked.

He nodded his head. "Yes. We're going to have to go back again. We have unfinished business with an enemy. We're going to have to take them down for good."

"Who's the enemy?" I asked.

"Our father."