Tartaglia. Your Mafia boyfriend had this idea in training you to learn not only self-defense. But to become a fighter. “Can you throw a punch?” a smirk curl on the top of his lips, head tilting off to the side with a small hint of curiosity.
You nodded. Despite having never thrown a punch before. He seems fairly unconvinced by your nod. Bending down to your height, his finger soon moved up to his face before tapping his jaw a few times.
“Hit me.” You laughed when those words slipped through his lips taking it as a joke. Then again. He tapped his jaw once again to make it more clear to you he meant it. “Right here.”
With a swallow seeing how serious he was. You took a step back, balling your hand into a fist. And with that, you made a quick movement in throwing a punch. Unsuccessfully, he’d dodged it just in time.
”Jesus..”