𝗙𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘀𝗺𝗮
Sage Athena Ferrari
Her mom helped her get kidnapped by her fathers rivals, The Russians. Kidnapped when she was just 3 years old, Sent into her personal hell she discovers that the world is not all sunshine and rainbows.
The Russ...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
It's been a week since we came back from Paris. Dante is not that talkative, but he did have a conversation with Alina. Alina had talked to all of her kids one on one.
Alina also adores Mj. Those two have quickly bonded on having a love for chocolate chip pancakes.
Alina and the girls also started therapy, they have it three times a week. We also had our first training session, I had basically demonstrated the entire time, next time I said i'll teach them how to use a gun.
Casey was really excited about that.
I woke up at four thirty this morning to work out. I took a shower and ate breakfast before working out.
After my two hour work out I went downstairs. I grabbed a water bottle from the refrigerator and gulped it down.
I went into the dining room. I greet everyone with a good morning while putting my running shoes on.
"Is it okay if I go on a run?" I ask.
"Two hours in the gym wasn't enough for you?" Enzo asked.
"I need to work on my speed." I say while stretching.
"Yeah that's fine bambina, just keep your phone on you and don't go out too far," Dad said.
I stole the strawberry Marco was about to eat and hit into it. "Thanks dad. Bye guys!" I say and run out the room before Marco could do anything.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I'm fucking out of breath, i'm sticky, my hair sweated out of my ponytail, and it looks a mess.
I'm not that far away from the house, but my hair is making it so hot. Why the hell did i go running without checking the weather?
And why the hell is it 92 degrees outside at 8 am. It doesn't make any damn sense. I feel like the sun is fucking baking the shit out of my back. All i know is that i'm going to have a dark tan line from my sports bra.
I'm broken out of my complaining thoughts when i hear several footsteps coming my way. I briefly look back to see 8 men in all black running towards me.
