Contract War

Chapter 14

"Where the hell did you learn that?!" Joe groaned in pain as he hit the floor after I had swept him off his feet...literally.

"Advanced self-defence lessons," I said as I took a deep breath, trying to control my breathing...damn, I haven't done this in years.

"When the hell did you take advanced self-defence lessons?"

"When I was fourteen," he made a move to get up and I offered him my hand to help him.

"And how do I not know about this?"

I shrugged, "You were supposed to take them too, but eighteen year old you decided to become rebellious and run off to Paris with your -I quote- 'hot girlfriend'."

"Oh, I remember," he scoffed, "dad was pissed and he grounded me for a month. At least the girl was hot, what was her name anyway?"

Un-effing-believable.

"I'm sure it was Aubrey,"

"Really? I thought it was Amanda or something."

Right now my brother sounded just the way he did when he was 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23-

Wait...no. When he was 23 he actually got into a serious relationship but two weeks before he proposed he found out that she had had three cases of syphilis.

24, 25,

And then when he was 26 he met Alison and they got married six months later and now he's 30 and expecting a kid.

*let's out a low whistle*

Somebody's growing old.

"That was wonderful Miss Knight. Mr Knight if you need extra training hours then I'm at your service." Hunter's voice brought us back to the world around us.

I let a smug grin stretch onto my face.

"Breakfast will be all set in the dinning room in fifteen minutes." He said and then left the room with his head bowed in a respectful manner.

My stomach grumbled loudly and I looked down at it, gently rubbing it. "Soon, my baby...soon," I gave my tummy a pat.

"Come on, piglet, we better get you fed before your appetite mutates and you eat all of us," Joshua put his arm around my shoulders playfully and I pushed him away as the stench of his sweat burned my nostrils.

"Please, I can take you down on any day," I said with a roll of my eyes.

"Watch it before I give both your husband and your boy-toy black eyes. You're my little sister and you will always be my little sister. Remember that." his playful voice suddenly had a hint of irritation.

I blew a strand of hair that had gotten loose from the bun on my head and was right in front of my eyes.

"Whatever." I left the training room and went to my bedroom.

My muscles were aching, I was exhausted and I wasn't in the mood to argue with Joshua. I stripped and got into the shower in my en suite, thinking about how hungry I was. We had been waking up at 4 in the morning to start training with Hunter and after four hours of it, I was seriously starving. After breakfast we would have training with Bradley and then etiquette and 'history' lessons with Bubble, Uncle George and Ken...after 5 days of following the same routine we were actually starting to get the hang of it, but that didn't mean we were A-okay. The pressure and fatigue was building up, my silly argument -if we can even call it that- with Joe was an example of it.

After dressing up in all black that consisted of cargo pants, a tank top and combat boots, complete with an army-green bomber jacket I went downstairs to the dining room. As I entered I noticed everyone standing at their places and when I got to the one vacant chair at the head of the table Ken pulled it out for me. It was our first time having breakfast together with the mafiosos. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion but I sat down nonetheless and then everyone else followed suit. I stared at the plate of hot mouthwatering food in front of me and I dug in, sighing in satisfaction at the amazing taste.