The other way around

Twelve

Athena P.O.V.

I have my top three favorite things to do, shooting bullets, throwing knives, and throwing punches, but now I have another favorite thing, more than any other thing Dean's lips are my favorite.

Our lips moved in perfect sync, I've never kissed anyone before but if it's always like this I don't think I want to stop. His lips feel perfect on mine. But eventually, we separated, slowly I opened my eyes, even though we were sitting he still had to look down to look me in the eyes, and he did. His blue eyes were more alive than ever. I smiled at him and he gave me one in return.

We didn't need to say anything, we couldn't apologize because truthfully none of us was sorry for it, we want it. And we both enjoyed it.

I took his hand and without saying anything we got up and started to get out of the office, we got outside the main house, crossed the big garden and got inside a warehouse that was converted into our training space, there is space for shooting, knives and a big gym with all kind of machines and a big space in the middle with two rings for fighting training.

"Have you ever touched a gun before?" I asked Dean.

"No."

"Take this one, it's a Smith and Wesson 9mm." I took the gun from behind my waistband and give it to him.

"How do I use it?" He asked.

"I'll help you." I got behind him and put him in the right position and my hands went to his biceps.

"Two hands on the gun, raise your harms, safety off, is this switch right here, use your thumb." I said and he did.

"Good now aim." I instructed, he took a deep breath and aimed the gun at the target. It's just the outline of a body.

"Pull the trigger once." I said and he did, the bullet hit the shoulder of the target.

"Holy shit!" He said and laughed. It was music to my ears.

"How is it?"

"It's-it's, shit, I don't know, when you pulled the trigger and feel that pressure of the gun the adrenaline is crazy. Can I go again?" He asked, the smile never leaving his lips. I nodded.

"Aim for the head, you can pull the trigger more than once." I said and stepped back to watch him. Once again he raised his arms and aimed at the target. And then he pulled the trigger again and again and again and again.

"Fucking shit, this is awesome." He said when he was done.

"Safety." I said, he was extremely excited and we don't want any accidents. He looked to the gun and did what I told him.

"Let's see how you did." I said and we both looked at the paper. It had 7 bullet holes, three of them really near the head two in the heart, and two in the shoulders.

"So? He asked, eagerly.

"Not bad, not bad at all." I said and smiled at him and he did the same to me.

"Can I have a gun?" He asked and I laughed.

"Not today babyboy. Let's train a little more." I said, his smile faltered a little but he nodded.

"So can I know who is Lorenzo Rossi?"

"Yes, let's get you some knives." I said, I took the gun from his hand and put it in my waistband, then we walked to the other side, where we had a wall full of all kinds of blades, that includes axes. On the other wall, there were wood targets.

"Let's start small and see how you do." I said I went to the wall and took 5 black knives of the size of my hand and gave them to him.

"Just like the gun, aim but this time throw as hard as you can."

"Alright." He said and got in position.

"If I talk will I distract you?"

"No." He said while aiming at the red circles.

"Okay, so Lorenzo Rossi is the Italian mafia leader, he and his brothers and sister also lead the greek mafia. He was a big friend of Alistair and when we were introduced to each other he treated me like his sister. When I start my training to get this position I actually spent some time with him in Italy, with his family. Anyway-"

"Bullseye." He shouted and I stopped talking. I looked at the target and saw the knife right in the center, one was two circles away.

"Great job. Keep throwing." I said to him.

"Continue what you were saying." He said to me, once again while aiming for another knife.

"As I was about to say, the American and Italian mafia go way back like almost since the beginning, in a way they were our founders. The Italians came to America and started a mafia here, we grew up from there. Now there is the Irish mafia, they always made threats to us, but never really acted on them but I guess something changed now." I finished.

"And the ball?" He said. He was next to the wall with all the knives choosing more to throw, only two of the first five weren't in the middle circle.

"That is some shit show that all the mafias have to attend."

"But if all of them have to go, what about the enemies?"

"That night the rules change, after 8 pm everyone has a truce for twelve hours, no one can attack."

"What if they do?"

"I don't know much about this part but, if they do, the mafia that attacked will be over. The Americans and Italians are powerful very, very powerful, but there is someone above all of us. But we never knew them, no one does actually. But with a snap of their fingers, everything here can be destroyed. They are like the kings." I said and he nodded.

"I think I found my talent." He said happily.

"I think you did." I said, both of us looking at the two targets in front of us. He was a natural in this.

"Let me put them in place and we can go eat something, I'm starving." He said and went to take the blades from the wood. I went to his side and helped him.

I notice how relaxed he looks today, before he looked tense and a little afraid of his surroundings but now, he looks happy there's a spark in his eyes and a smile on his face. And I would be lying if I said it didn't make me happy seeing him like this.