Welcome To Hell

The next day Evelyn's peaceful sleep was intruded on by her own brother, who tugged the sheet and woke her up aggressively.

She managed to peek out of the window, the curtains were opened by Claude. It looked like it was early morning, perfect for training, but as a night person, she hated it. Ignoring him, she pulled her blanket and covered her face, secretly telling him to fuck off.

He was not going to listen; he took the responsibility and fulfil it properly. "Wake up, Evelyn. It's your daayyy.." He shouted at top of his lungs singing it like a song and poked her.

She ignored him, and he wasn't having that attitude. He snatched her pillow and started hitting her.

"Nooo,"

But he didn't stop.

She took the blanket out of her face, her hair was super messy, and dark circles were all around her face. That's on scrolling through TikTok all night long. "Why in the hell-"

"Twenty minutes. Do or die!" He interrupted and went out of the room. Eve got out of bed lazily and showered quickly because she knew there was no out of it now. 'I shouldn't have stayed late,' she regretted it.

She went to the ground area of the mansion after wearing her tracksuit, which she thought might be helpful since they help her to be flexible first. She didn't even have time to dry her hair, so she just let it open till it dried.

"Good morning, Evy!" Claude greeted. It was around 4:30 in the morning, so far the morning was a blur to her. She barely got 4 hrs of sleep.

"Hello, brother. I'm ready," she said, faking an enthusiasm.

He clapped once. "You need stamina and good cardio. Let's warm up with a bit of running, can we?" He asked while she nodded in response. She had no energy to talk.

Within seconds, Evelyn was following Claude to the gym room. She took off her jacket and walked near the treadmill.

"You'll run outside from tomorrow, just for today, use the equipment. Increase the momentum by 5 every 10 minutes and run for 45 minutes," Claude said and set the speed to 35. It was manageable for Evelyn.

After thirty minutes, her thighs started hurting. It was mainly because it had been a long time since she last worked out. But she couldn't give up. Remembering all the things John did to her and her family, the rage in her got stronger. At times, although she decreased the speed, she gained it up again and kept running through.

"Are we done?!" Claude came in asking loudly while Evelyn was trying to catch her breath because it was the last five minutes. She signalled five using her fingers in the air and kept panting and keeping up with the speed. Her whole body felt heavy and sweats were dripping from everywhere.

"Good going, a little more, keep it up!" He said encouraging her.

The five minutes ended in no time and she was told to do work-outs with so many other types of equipment. Claude had said they would focus on cardio for the whole day, and then move on to different other things when her body picked up the pace.

It was because Claude was afraid to push her too much, yet couldn't go all easy mode on her since he expect her to be one of the strongest when her entire training is done. Time was running out, she had to be pushed to her limit.

After the treadmill, they moved to the rowing machine, which also was a piece of very good equipment for cardio. The main reason Claude chose this right after the treadmill was purely to develop muscles. Losing extra fat healthily was his first intention. Not that Evelyn was fat than an average body, but she was a foodie. Evy had a comparative amount of fat within her.

"This. is. tiring. When can we get into learning about fighting?" She asked in between inhaling. Her muscles were hardly holding on.

"This is just the start. After continuing this for a few more days, you'll have so much strength in you. You should just try to bear it all up," Claude acknowledged.

"Ahh… Why do I have a hunch that you're trying to get revenge because I wanted to get myself into this?" She paused the machine and asked, this was just a feign to take a little rest.

"Continue it, else I would quit on you and say the reason to dad,"

"Urgh! Fine!"

"For your information, sister," He said and walked towards her to face her properly when she started her routine again, "Everyone who wants to be in the mafia goes through more tough exercises." He said this to everyone who was training under him, this was a form of encouragement. "This… Is the basic, if you're blaming me for not having enough strength, I want you to give up completely and let all of us protect you," He said and smirked.

"In your dreams," she stuck her tongue out. "brother'" She emphasized. He rarely called her sister, it was always sis, Evy, or any other nickname which Evelyn found stupid.

She breathed heavily after a full five hour back-to-back workout routine. She played on the floor while her right hand was placed on her belly.

"What do you think your strengths are, Evy?" Claude asked and looked at her sceptically. But in his brain, he knew what it was. Guns. he was a gun-crazy manic and an amazing shooter.

Although Evelyn wasn't an expert in gun training or shooting, she loved guns. For her 18th birthday, she had asked for a gun and ever since then; she kept collecting different types of guns. Mostly, her father added some expensive guns to her collection.

"Shooting, you know that. Why bother to ask?"

"Right, but you have to answer whatever I ask. But now, stand up, let's go and meet other girls who you will practice with," Claude said and extended his arm to her so she could stand and follow him.

That was exactly what happened. He took her to a huge hall, which was like a stadium. As soon as they went, she was welcomed with the smell of metal, sweat and 'danger'. She met different pairs of eyes, different types of bodies, and different types of auras. It felt as if she was on a battlefield and could be killed at any time.

Every single one of them was scary, and she knew it. She didn't want to mess with any of them.

"Didn't you say my real training starts after tomorrow? I don't think I'm done with cardio," she whispered to her brother.

Hearing that her brother secretly smiled, seeing her being scared, was funny for him.

"You should always predict the unexpected now that you are here. Someone among these newbies can jab right through your heart and you won't realize because of how witty and indecisive people can be and show. It might look like they don't care, but it can be your biggest stalker," He said while walking to the opposite end of the hall.

Evy had experience, she knew exactly what he meant.

What he said had made so much sense in the mafia. In fact, these new trainees project their deepest honesty and loyalty, but they also can change sides within a matter of seconds. A background check-up had been carried out on every one of them, yet the majority of them were here for the money. The money they get paid after risking their life. The other part of the people is here because they simply enjoy working and having their life on the edge.

The latter type is the people who got into the mafia for money, but then it became their life. It was a constant circle. Once you're in, there's no out.

Claude took her to an area where knives were being practised. She was amazed, but her mind was captured by the different types of girls in front of her.

One was covered with tattoos and short hair, which screamed scary, don't-mess-with-me. Another one looked kind with blonde hair, yet was skinny and looked easy to tackle, but it may not be true since looks can be deceiving. The third person which caught Evy's eyes was with black long hair and Mongolian eyes.

Different people, different lives, but one aim. Same determination, the same fire in their eyes but with different worths. And Evy as the daughter of a mafia family, had to be the best. All eyes were set on her.

"Why are we in the knives/sword faculty?" She inquired again in a whisper. Her brother's eyes concentrated on her, and then only she saw the annoying smirk which howled bad news for her.

"Guns will be the last." he marched forward after his face turned neutral and emotionless. "Meet Evelyn! One of you!"

This. sure. Is. hell.