Page 6 of Capo Baby, All Of Your Heart Will Do
But at the same time, I feel that I don’t deserve her.
I’m so fucked.
Two
Noelle
The next day.
“One more kick,” Samuele yells, holding the punching bag with his beefy arms, keeping it stationary as he waits for my kick.
“Oomph,” I grunt as I kick the bag.
I raise my leg, bending my knee, extending my leg with my foot pointed, striking the bag with the top of my foot and shin, kicking the punching bag right out of Samuels’s hands.
“Faster Noelle, thirty seconds more of switching roundhouse,” Samuele yells, holding the bag.
I nod, striking the bag, rotating my legs in the workout. Then I clench my jaw, releasing my anger out at the black punching bag, hitting it with my gloved hands.
“Enough,” Samuele yells, releasing the bag.
“Right, . . . . thanks . . . for . . . training with . . . me,” I gasp, leaning over, placing my hands on my knees as I inhale and exhale. I roll my shoulders to release the tension, turn to extend my arms.
Samuele walks over and helps take off the gloves, nodding.
“Yeah, no problem. You’re fuckingtastic for a girl,” Samuele smirks, pulling off the gloves from my hand.
“Hmph, . . . . I can kick your ass,” I huff, grabbing the towel from the bench.
“You know that I always let you win, cousin,” Samuele scoffs, throwing the gloves on the bench.
“Uh, I don’t think so,” I say, taking a drink from my water bottle.
“Well, you’re good, and don’t ever doubt your abilities to take out any motherfucker,” Samuele says, placing his hands on his waist.
I look at him, furrowing my forehead and closing my eyes.
I know that I’m always in danger, thanks to dear Dad and his fucking business associates.
“I hate this, and I want to take off to any place where my Dad can’t find me,” I say, walking towards the door.
“Yeah, but you can’t. Uncle Tomas will never let you go. He’ll look for you,” Samuele says, walking next to me rubbing the towel over his sweaty face.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I say, pursing my lips, pulling the door open, walking out of the gym located in the building that my Dad owns.
“Noelle, are you going to go to law school? You know that Uncle Tomas wants you to join the firm,” Samuele scoffs, shaking his head, walking next to me.
“No, I’m only going to work as a legal assistant. My major is graphic design, and my minor is paralegal, and I did that to appease Dad because I don’t want to be an attorney. I told Dad, but he’s not happy about it. I really want to be a graphic designer, but we both know that Dad will never agree for me to work away from him,” I say, pressing my lips.
“Yeah, you’ve always loved to do graphics, plus you’re good at it,” Samuele says, crossing his arms rocking on his heels.
“I’m damn lucky that I get to go to college, spend time with my friends even if I have the damn bodyguards shadowing me. That’s why I love it when you go with us because the guards stay back, and I don’t feel so damn suffocated. So, my girls and I are going out tonight; want to come,” I ask, raising my right eyebrow, turning up my lips.
“Hell, yes! I want to talk to Heather; she’s so damn hot,” Samuele scoffs, winking, rubbing his chest.
“Right, my girls have it going on,” I say, nodding.
I smile at my cousin, pulling out the scrunchie from my hair, running my fingers through my locks, rubbing my scalp to release the stress, inhaling, and exhaling.
