ALISSA'S POV

I woke up early in the morning at 4 and went to the gym, which was downstairs. There are 2 gyms inside my dad's mansion. One is private, it's where I normally go, the other one is where the mafia men trained. Today I decided not to go to the private one but rather to the other one.

When I entered, there was no one inside, not like I was expected to see anyone since they usually start training around 5am. I tied my dark blonde hair into a high ponytail, wrapped a bandage around my hands, and then put on my airpods before beginning with my workouts.

3RD POV

She first started with the warm-up. Her warm-up was what most would consider a full workout. A hundred push-ups, her arms moving like pistons, each one precise and controlled. She transitioned seamlessly into burpees, her movements fluid yet explosive, her boots hitting the ground with rhythmic precision. Still, her face remained calm, her breathing steady.

Pull-ups came next, and the bar groaned in protest as she gripped it. Alissa lifted herself effortlessly, her arms flexing with controlled power. She counted silently, each number a challenge met and conquered. Her eyes, sharp and unyielding, didn’t betray a single sign of strain.

Moving to the weights, she piled the barbell with plates until it bowed slightly under the load. She bent to grip it, her posture perfect. With a smooth motion, she hoisted the barbell off the ground, holding it steady before lowering it back down with precision. Again and again, she repeated the motion, her expression never changing, her body moving with an almost machine-like efficiency.

Finally, she turned her attention to the punching bag. It hung in the center of the gym, massive and reinforced to withstand the hardest hits. Alissa rolled her shoulders, tightened her gloves, and approached it. Her first punch was controlled, a test. Then another, harder, faster. Soon, her fists were a blur, pounding into the bag with an intensity that filled the silent gym with echoing thuds.

She didn’t stop. Kicks followed, each one more ferocious than the last. Her movements were precise, each strike calculated to test the bag’s limits. The chains rattled as the bag swung wildly, straining under her relentless assault.

Then, with a final, devastating roundhouse kick, Alissa unleashed her full power. Her boot connected with the bag like a sledgehammer. The chain gave a metallic shriek before snapping, and the bag went flying across the room.

It skidded across the floor and came to rest right in front of the gym’s door. As if on cue, the door swung open, and a group of mafia recruits stood frozen in the entryway. Their wide eyes darted between the fallen bag, the swinging chain, and Alissa.

She stood in the center of the gym, her hair perfectly in place, her breathing calm, and not a single drop of sweat on her skin. She looked like she had merely been on a casual stroll, not just performed a workout that would have broken most people.

“Something to say?” she asked, her voice cool and cutting through the heavy silence.

The recruits shook their heads quickly, and they faced a mix of awe and fear. Alissa smirked, her sharp eyes locking on them briefly before she went to where her water bottle and towel were.

She sat down and strolled down her phone. She wanted to watch them and see if they improved.

Once they recovered from their shock, they went inside the gym and began training, some knew who Alissa was but others for example the new ones did not know her, they somehow thought that she was a new member of the mafia.

After a while, three young boys came inside the gym, one look at the middle boy, and Alissa knew what kind of person he was, and that is 'arrogant'.

They walked inside the gym, and when they saw Alissa, who was sitting on a bench, they were shocked at first because of the new face.

They strutted over to where she was, their smirks radiating arrogance. One leaned against the bench, another stood with his arms crossed, and the third, the boldest of them, tried his luck with a cheesy pickup line.

"Hey, beautiful. Are you lost? Because I’m the guy you’ve been looking for."

Alissa remained unfazed, her cold expression unchanged. She barely acknowledged them, her disinterest stoking their egos further. They thought her silence meant weakness, and the middle one decided to push his luck.

"Not impressed, huh?" he taunted, stepping forward.

“Don’t ignore us,” another added, stepping closer. “What are you even doing here? This isn’t a playground for daddy’s little girl.”

The middle one chuckled, crossing his arms. “How about this? If you’re so tough, why don’t you prove it? Let’s spar. Or are you afraid you’ll break a nail?”

The silence that followed was deafening. Those who knew her froze, their eyes darting between Alissa and the recruits, already anticipating the chaos about to unfold.

"Is she really going to agree to that?" One of the recruit who did not know her whispered.

"She will be crazy if she did, you know Keith, he is one of the best fighters here," the other one whispered back.

Slowly, Alissa stood, her movements unhurried but deadly precise. Her sharp eyes locked onto the boy who had spoken. “You want me to prove it?” she asked, her voice soft yet carrying an edge that cut through the room.

He hesitated, his confidence wavering for a split second. But his ego wouldn’t let him back down. “Yeah. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

"I don't have time for this," Alissa said and walked past Keith.

"Are you scared? I mean, it's expected since you are a girl. But running away is a cowardly move. For your reputation, just get inside the ring, and let's finish this once and for all. I won't go hard on you, " Keith said, making Alissa to stop, she turned to look at him.

Alissa sighed and stepped into the ring, her gaze never leaving his. The others around her watched in tense silence, some smirking at the boy’s impending humiliation.

“Remember,” she said as she tied her hair back again since it was loose, “you asked for this.”

The fight lasted mere seconds. With a speed and precision honed by years of training under her father, Alissa dodged his clumsy punches, twisted his arm, and sent him crashing to the mat.

She leaned down, her voice icy as she whispered, “Next time you challenge someone, make sure you know who they are first.”

As she stepped away, the other two boys paled, quickly retreating. Alissa returned to her bench, calm and composed.

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