My Donna, ManxMan

My Princess

Okay so here is another chapter! Enjoy!

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Two years later

"Hit harder, come on use your power and drive the punch."

The trainer yelled into the 12 year old boys face. The young boy, now older, hit the punching bag in front of him. His dark black hair stuck to his forehead and his grey eyes glazed over with deadly focus. His muscles ached with the training he was being put through. His arms shook and he dropped his arms and took a step back from the bag. 

The man that was his trainer yelled so hard that the veins in his neck popped out of his forehead. The boy took a deep breath and stepped back up to the bag. He needed to keep training, even though he was young and his body was just starting to go through puberty, the idea of being like his father pushed him. He was training to do what his father does and his father has anything but a normal job.

His father is a mafia boss. 

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He finished his training in the house work out room and made his way to his room. Now being the heir and the future boss he had a rather large house. Many of his fathers men and women worked and lived in the mansion. But that means that young Alex was exposed to violence, guns, and death. He never knew his mother and his father only rarely talked to him. 

 Alex is just starting to grow so he is forced to start his training. He goes to school at a private school just a little ways from the mansion, he has friends and he is able to study. But when he is not at school he is either training or sleeping. 

Alex stepped into his room and immediately started stripping his sweaty work out clothes. Alex took a shower and changed into sweat pants and stayed shirtless. He collapsed onto his bed and looked around his room. He had a flat screen TV and a dark brown furniture dresser. His bed was grey and pretty plain but it was comfortable so he didn't mind that much. The only things that had any sort of personality were the pictures. 

He had a picture of his father and him when he won first place at his spelling competition last year. There was a picture of his best friend Jordan when they went on a school trip to Washington D.C. His friend Jordan was the only person out of the mafia that knew about Alex becoming the next boss. Jordan was crazy and his eccentric personality balanced well with Alex's ever serious attitude. Jordan always was a fly in milk with his red flaming hair and huge smile that painted his face at all times.

Alex turned his head again to notice the final picture. The black picture frame sat on his nightstand facing towards him slightly so he could see the picture well. The picture held a boy about the age of ten with blonde hair blue eyes and small features. He wore a red t-shirt and jeans with a breathtaking smile on his face. 

Alex couldn't help but smile at the picture of his Donna smiling at him. Alex had been told two years ago about his Donna Samuel. He remembered the day like it was yesterday. His father had called him into his office, he had shown Alex pictures of Samuel and compared him to the fairy tale of Cinderella. Samuel would be his princess and Alex would be the prince.

The metaphor had been childish but he heard that his Donna thinks of him as a prince.So he decided to be the prince for his beautiful Donna. He couldn't wait for the day when his father would think he is worthy enough to meet his Donna and finally marry. But he was young and naive so the young future boss only saw what he wanted to and not anything bad that could happen. 

Alex couldn't help but want to meet the boy in his picture. He knew he had to be patient and just wait for  his princess to be ready.

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About a 45 minute drive from the mafia mansion lived Samuel. But little did Alex know that at that exact moment he thought about his future Donna, Samuel was hiding under the covers of his bed. His father is drunk again. Samuel closed his hands over his ears so he couldn't hear the drunken yelling and the sound of his mother getting beaten. 

Samuel picked up the house phone that lay in his lap. His small hands curled around it and tears streamed down his face. His father had told him that if he called for help he would kill Samuel and his mother. But his teacher had said that if something bad is happening they need to call the police. So taking a deep breath and throwing a determined glint into his eyes he typed in 911 into the call pad. 

"This is 911, What is your emergency?"