Page 45 of My best friends little sister

I arrive at the warehouse with angelica ready for her first training session with Ivan.

We walk inside hand in hand and I can tell angel is nervous.

Not just from training but from everything.

Shes not a girl that likes the attention and being with the boss of the Italian mafia definitely gathers its fair share.

''I-is Stephanie going to be here?''

I grip her hand tighter as I guide her downstairs to the gym. ''No sweetheart. Shes been taken to one of the cells for me to deal with later so dont worry about her'' she doesnt question me anymore, just accepts my answer and nods.

We make our way downstairs to the gym. I can feel angelica tense in my hold at the sight of the many men in here, clearly uncomfortable. I grab her waist and pull her in front of me as I walk us through the room of men.

I take her into one of the private boxing rooms only to be met with Ivan who's punching the shit out of one of the bags.

He turns upon hearing us enter, a big grin plastered on his face.

''Ah theres the capo, and little angelica.

How are you gorgeous?'' he pulls of his gloves and strides over to us.

1 HOUR LATER

My door bursts open making me jolt from my desk, instinctively grabbing my gun from my waistband. I relax when I'm met with Ivan in front of me. ''God Ivan you scared the shit out of me. What ever happened to knocking?'' I sit back in my desk and look up at him.

Hes sweaty and looks slightly frantic. A guilty look in his eyes makes me slightly worried, then I realise...hes alone. ''Ivan where's angelica?'' he drags a hand through his hair and sighs. ''Shes fine, shes still downstairs'' he sounds out of breath and I notice his bloody knuckles.

I stand from my desk at the same time as Ivan and we walk back downstairs to the gym. I find angel curled up on the floor by one of the benches. Her knees pressed to her chest and her fingernails picking at her skin.

I walk over and kneel beside her, placing my hand over hers to stop her picking.

''Hey sweetheart. You okay?'' she smiles and nods, wrapping her arms around my neck.

''I'm going to train you instead baby, Ivan has some work to do'' I wave Ivan off and he nods, leaving me and angel alone.

Angels eyes widen when I mention I want her to fight me. ''Fight you? Like I have to hit you? But what if I hurt you?'' I cant help but laugh, instantly trying to compose myself when I see her pout.

I notice her eyebrow raise in confusion, ''a safe word? What does that mean?''

Stop it Dante. This isn't sex. She doesnt need a safe word. She will be fine. Yet I dont want to risk it. Not with angel. If I hurt her in any way I will never forgive myself

2 HOURS LATER

A couple of hours pass of me teaching angel how to fight. She didn't have to use her safe word thankfully but there were a few times I almost lost control. Her touch on my face was enough to snap me out of it. I have to admit shes a lot stronger than she looks.

On the outside she looks like a small vulnerable girl who looks like she could snap in two if you were too rough with her, but after fighting with her I realised shes got a lot of potential.

She needs to eat more, get more body fat on her because shes too skinny, but once she does that she would be a great fighter.

We are back at home and I'm ready to shower. I'm sweaty and sticky and I hate the feeling. I pull angel upstairs to the bathroom. Shes so tired bless her, she can barely stand. ''Come on princess, you need to shower'' she mumbles slightly but doesnt object.

I remove her shirt and pants so shes left in nothing but her underwear and I do the same. My hands rake up her body, admiring her. I could see this girl naked 100 times and I would never get enough. Shes perfect.

I slowly remove her bra and panties before removing my boxers. We both stand there naked just looking at each other. If angel wasn't so exhausted I would take her right here, fuck her up against the shower wall, but I cant. I wont. Not like this.

I help her into the shower and hold her body against mine as the hot water hits our skin. She melts into my body as I stroke her hair, ''dont fall asleep yet sweetheart. Soon, but not yet'' she mumbles against my chest and I pull back, grabbing her body wash and foaming up a loofah.

I gently scrub her skin, making sure to get every spot.

She murmurs at my touch as she sways. I try my best to hold her up, trying to keep her awake.

I wash myself with the loofah and grab angels shampoo.

I begin massaging it into her scalp and she moans, ''that feel good sweetheart?

'' she nods and I keep rubbing her scalp a little longer before rinsing out the soap.

I grab her conditioner and apply it to the ends of her hair, something she told me to do because apparently applying it to the roots is bad.

Once I'm done washing angel I wrap her into a towel scoop her into my arms, carrying her to the bedroom. I dont bother washing my own hair, it can survive another day unwashed.

Shes barely awake as I place her on the bed, her head instantly squishing into the pillow.

''Just a little longer baby, let me get you dressed'' I walk to my closet and grab one of my t-shirts and a pair of boxers, she should be comfortable in these.

I walk back over to the bed and begin to change her.

Once I'm done her body goes limp in my arms, telling me shes fallen asleep. I kiss her forehead and pull the covers over her body. I laugh at her sleepiness. Its only the late afternoon but shes so exhausted from training she needs the rest. ''Sleep well my darling''

I turn off the light and slowly close the door, heading back downstairs to keep myself busy until she wakes up.