~Karma's POV~
I walk through to the knife throwing training room, let's do this bitches.
They all aim in unison and throw in unison. Impressive.
I slow clap and they all turn to face me.
"That was good, but can you show me one at a time?" I instruct
I go and stand in front of the target and they begin lining up.
The first one steps up, I step away from the target only slightly, I watch as they aim, breathing heavily, chest rising and falling.
CLANG.
Everyone claps, "Good. Who's next?"
Amelia steps up, she's the 15 year old from earlier.
She picks up the knife and aims, hitting the bullseye.
"That was impressive I must say," I smirk.
The rest take turns but no-one hits it on bullseye, how the fuck is this the best mafia in the world?
"I'm not going to lie, but that was pretty shit," I laugh.
They all roll their eyes at me.
"Don't roll your eyes if you want to keep them," I say while walking towards the knives and pick one up, throwing it in the air and then catching it trying to determine the weight of the knives.
Huh, they're not balanced. Great.
"Do you guys normally have a trainer?" I ask, twisting the knife in between my fingers.
"Aiden and Austin." They reply.
"Okay great." I smile.
I go back to where the rest of them are standing and I aim the knife at the board. It flies through the air. Clang.
They all clap and laugh.
The twins walk in, shoving each other around, as per usual.
"Oi dickheads," I shout. They stop shoving each other around and look at me confused.
"If you're gonna train this bitches in knife throwing, at least make sure they're balanced."
They nod and I begin walking out, they ruffle my hair and I give them an evil look.
"Giliopas (dickheads).
I stroll to the hand-to-hand combat arena, there are dummies, punching bags, a boxing/sparring ring, the walls are covered in mirrors, and spotlights shine. This looks... incredible.
I get everyone's attention and they all gather around me.
"It's nice to meet you, my name is Karma Paige Valentino, I am here to train you, you respect me and I will respect you, it's simple as that, we will begin on the punching bags, I want to determine your skill level and then you will fight others, based on how well you do." I explain and they all head off, going to their elected punching bags.
I watch them as they swing at the punching bags, kicking and throwing mean left-hooks.
I stop them from doing what they were and then gather them all around me again.
"You need to go with her," I point at a man, and then at a girl.
I do this with everyone else until they are all matched up.
Let's do this.
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Guys... I'm so so sorry I haven't posted in so long. I recently found out that my best friend has cancer, so she was my main priority. I know that this chapter isnt very long but it's all that I could write.
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