Toxic

15

I awoke the next morning to Clay pounding on my door. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?" I shouted.
"WE ARE STARTING OUR MISSION EARLY BECAUSE I HAVE A DATE." Clay shouted. I got up and ran to my door to pick on clay.
"Ohhhhh~ Clays got a crush! Who is she?" I asked.
"New girl. She said she has training this afternoon so I want to take her out before that." Clay said. I smirked knowing I was the one teaching the training. I quickly got ready and left, knowing this mission would be short.

Clay and I arrived at the theater our suspect was going to be at. As we walked inside, Clay and I  saw thousands of men in black suits. Im the only female. Lovely.
As we walked through the crowd to find our suspect, a man grabbed my arm and spun me around.
"Can I get your number? Pretty girls like you give their number to men who are stronger than them." He demanded. Bitch arm wrestle me right now I'll beat your ass.
"1. No. 2. Im stronger." I replied and attempted to walk away, but failed when the man grabbed my hand. By this point, Clay was coming back to me, but stayed away to let me kick this guys ass.
"No your not. I'll wrestle you right now." The man demanded.
"Bet." I said as I kicked him in the balls.
"And that's why I don't mess with you Y/N." Clay said to me.
We soon found our suspect and spiked his drink so much it changed a different color. We knew we killed him so Clay and I quickly drove home so Clay could take out his date.

~Time Skip~
"Welcome to training! You all have a decent set of skills that we are going to excel on today. I have just a few rules then we will introduce ourselves. Rule 1: do what your told
Rule 2: Listen to us.
Reminder 1: we can kill you at any moment so keep that in mind.
With all that we will now introduce ourselves! My name is Y/N. I am Part owner of the Mafia. And my favorite food is Mac and cheese." I said joyfully as I might get to murder people who think they are hot shots.

"Alright I'm Nick, Founder of the Mafia, but now part owner of the Mafia as Y/N, her brother, and I all share it."  Nick stated. He seemed to be more professional than normal.

"Alright! Well let's start with the basics. Everyone grab a knife and throw it at the board. If you get a bulls eye first try, you get brownie points." I said. Out of everyone that threw it, only on person actually hit the target. The rest completely missed. Everyone was looking at us so Nick and I looked at each other. We grabbed a knife and threw it, simultaneously hitting the bullseye. The new recruits were clapping, but stopped when Nick told them too. "I didn't think you were thinking what I was thinking." Nick whispered.
"Great minds think alike." Was all I could think of. Nick just smirked and went on with training.
"You will need to learn how to throw a knife, everyone. Y/N, throw a knife and stop when I tell you too." Nick stated.

I grabbed a knife and not even half way through Nick stopped me.
"Look. You see how Y/N is more 'dart throwing' and not baseball throwing, like you all?" They all nodded there heads. "Alright Y/N, continue." It was painful having to throw this slow and with the basics. As you develops, you kind of make your own throwing techniques. Nick told me to freeze just after I threw the knife. He walked over and started gliding his (non broken) hand across mine to show the recruits my finish. My stomach started churning. His hands were so smooth, flawless. "And That's how you throw a knife. Now give it another try." Nick demanded.

Everyone was scared of him so they hurried to grab a knife. Everyone besides one snotty ass stuck up bitch, who said, "no I don't think so." Nick was clearly not impressed as he flung a knife at her, killing her instantly. I smiled at him and he smiled back.
This is going to be a long day.

A/N:
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Quote of the chapter: Overthinking kills your happiness.
Word count: 759