Currently under heavy editing! Book 1 My Mafia Queen!

The man grabbed her hair forcefully, "Liam fucking Winter? Where is he? Don't waste any more of my time, bitch!"

Myra could only sigh and close her eyes, sick that she had to deal with this nearly every day. She wondered why people were so obsessed with her long hair. She was also upset to learn that few people were aware of her identity.
Click.

The sound of a gun's safety being clicked off can be heard.

"Lucky for you, you're standing in front of his sister."

My Mafia Queen

"Ugh!!" Kicking and punching the punching bag, harder and harsher every time. Releasing my anger. Ignoring the pain and wounds that I got from pushing myself to the limit. 


"Myra, stop. You've been doing this for a few days now. Take a break. No need to push yourself too hard." Jake grabbed my hand, stopping me from punching the almost worn-out bag. 


I took a deep breath. Calming myself. It was true. I had been kicking and punching the same punching bag for a few days now without a rest. 


"I can't." My other hand formed a fist, I needed this. So much. I needed the extra lessons. 


Jake let out a sigh when he heard the stubborn me answering him. Clearly persistent and stubborn enough to continue my training. 


"Myra..." He softly called me out before he grabbed my another hand and forced me to look into his eyes. 


"You can't keep doing this to yourself." His eyes softened as he softly whispered all those words to me. 


Chapter 9 : Frustrated? Angry?