Mafia's Girl

Part 21

I handed Chase the knife and he took it from me. I didn't like that he was training me but I needed his help.

Chase threw the knife a couple times, of course all of them went right into the target. "See, easy" Chase said as he handed me the knife to try.

"You've been in the Mafia for years, of course it's easy for you" I huffed, yanking the knife out of his grip.

"I've been throwing knives since I was a toddler darling" he smirked, leaning casually against the side wall.

"If five year old me can do it, you can too."

Five year old Chase was probably a little badass killing machine. Totally not fair.

I threw the knife at the target and as expected, it bounced back off the wall. "Maybe knife throwing's not my thing" I grumbled.

"Then we'll make it your thing" Chase said.

"And how is that?" I asked. I was getting hopeless.

He stood and thought for a moment before he grabbed the knife off the floor and pointed at the wall. "Go stand in front of the target."

I was taken aback by what he said. "What?" I asked in confusion. "Stand in front of the target" he repeated.

"Why" I asked. "Just do it" he said, pushing me towards the wall. I hesitantly stood in front of the target.

"Chase why am I doing this?" I asked him. "I'm going to throw the knife at you" he said nonchalantly.

"What!?" I yelped. "I won't hit you" Chase said. I couldn't believe he wanted to do this.

"Why?" I asked in shock. "You never trust anyone Kaitlyn. This is going to help you trust me" he said crossing his arms.

"How is this going to help with that?" I said crossing my arms as well.

"You have to trust that I won't hit you."

"No Chase I'm not doing this" I told him. He really couldn't be serious. This boy is seriously insane.

"Kaitlyn you have to trust me" Chase said.

"But that's the thing, I don't trust you." I snapped. "How do you expect me to trust you after everything you've done."

"This has nothing to do with that" he scowled at me. "You just have to trust that I won't hit you."

I shook my head at him. "And how am I supposed to do that?"

"You've seen my skill before. I won't hit you" he reassured me. I sighed and uncrossed my arms.

I knew if I did this he wouldn't hit me, but for some reason I was still nervous. It's not like he would purposely hit me. Would he?

"I swear to God if you fucking kill me, I will rip your head off" I glared at him. He smiled and stepped back to the throwing line. "I would like to keep my head, so you have nothing to worry about."

I walked back to the wall, pressing my back against it. I couldn't believe I was letting Chase do this.

"You ready?" Chase asked. I nodded my head and took a deep breath. "Don't move or you may end up with a knife in your chest" Chase commented.

"Thanks for the reassurance" I said sarcastically.

I stood and watched as Chase lifted up the knife to throw it. My heart pounded in my chest. He won't hit me, he won't hit me. I repeated in my head like a prayer.

He pulled his arm back and threw the knife. I felt a gust of air hit me as the blade whipped past me. It imbedded itself in the wall millimeters away from the side of my face.