Stone Cold K*ller

chapter 50

Sienna Stone

It's been an entire week training with Caspian. How can put this into words.

It's boring and time consuming to say the least. All he has been having me do is breathing training and motion combats with contact with a stupid wooden knife.

And also I'm pretty duped about not getting that puppy. His excuse was that I shouldn't be selfish to bring a pup into the beginning of this fight we are making ourselves with the Galeons.

Right he is, but still dupes me into a bad mood.

That's not what really bother me though honestly. What has been bothering me is the fact Caspian keeps deflecting my questions about Nicolai. Everytime I ask, he steers me away with some stupid exercise.

I wonder what training exercise we are doing today? Everyone has been busy or away. My husband hasn't been to bed for this entire week. The twins have been taking turns sleeping next to me but during the day, they are gone.

I worry about Nico, he has been in his office for wvery hour of the day, till the day breaks dawn--until he leaves his office and leaves into a car and goes for an entire night.

It's suspicious and making me anxious.

I only know this because I've been spying a little. I feel guilty about it, don't get me wrong, but still--what is he up to?

I asked the twins and they both responded with that he probably is making sure this plan works out.

In my heart, I knew that was just them talking out of their ass for a response. Seeing in their expressions that they have no clue either. Which startles me to think that the twins really don't know what their boss is doing...

Trust that I will get to the bottom of this some how...

"Sienna." I hear Caspian from behind me. I turn around and see that he isn't in his training fit today. And here I am in a full get up of gym shorts and a grey hoodie, with my long hair up in a tie.

I raise a brow, "what's up?"

Caspian takes his phone out and types something on it before replying, "today's training will be different than usual. Your breathing techniques have improved and combat skills need more work but that can continue tomorrow. Today we will bring in someone who will teach you to shoot."

To shoot...."Ah? Shoot what?" Please don't say a gun. Please.

"A gun."

I frown feeling my nose blush, "no thanks--"

"Not an option."

Damn.

I place my hands to my hips and stomp my foot, "do you really believe I need to use a gun--"

Caspian cuts me off, eyes narrowing, "we need you prepared for every outcome. So stop with the temper tantrum and follow me."

Huffing, "yeah, yeah." I wave my hand in a sarcastic manner, "fine."

I swore to myself to never hold a gun. Edmond had me shoot guns for practice long ago. I was only eleven and whenever my finger pulls a trigger, it pulls a trigger within me.

The feeling of terror of being the cause of anything that happens from the pulling of a trigger terrifies me.

Even shooting bottles from afar was most detrimental for me. Edmond kept shouting at me everytime I missed and said to me in words that traumatized me.

He told me if someone were that bottle I'd be dead and after that told me what a waste I was if I can't even hit one target.

So...my attitude toward Caspian is fully justified!