Chapter 22

Damiano

“You’re getting slow.” I slammed Raffaele down on the training mat. He sprang to his feet and threw a sidekick towards my head. I blocked his kick, kept hold of his leg, and kicked his other leg as he fell to the floor.

“All right, I’m done.” He groaned as he stayed down.

“Your reflexes are slowing down.” I told him as I walked over to the bench and grabbed a towel to wipe the sweat off my neck. 

Raffaele jumped to his feet, chugged down a bottle of water, and slumped down on the bench.

“I'm gonna blame the booze for losing this round.”

“And your excuse last time? You’re lazing around.” I frowned. He might be my cousin, but he was still on my payroll, and I can’t have any of my men slacking. It was not something I tolerated.

“Hey, I was definitely not lazing around with that blonde chick yesterday.” He put his arms behind his head and let out a bragging smile.

“Don’t fuck anyone important.” I warned him.