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Charlottes p.o.v

"Cleo is gonna train you." I turned to my side confused on where rafe was going with this, the twins were sleeping which seems like their favorite thing to do lately. Meanwhile Me and rafe were wrapped in the sheets together. "On?" He wasn't looking at me, but up at the ceiling, he stayed like that for a minute with his brows furrowed with a deep thinking face. "Remember when we were in London?" "You're kidding right?" He was quiet again with that same face, he decided to face me pulling me closer.

"Some shits going down and I've realized that I can't protect you from everything." He soothingly rubbed my thigh looking in my eyes. "So you buttered me up with sex to say this?" "I was gonna buy you shoes but this was more convincing." He smirked pulling my body closer, I didn't smile or blush at him. I moved back swinging my feet off the bed putting my clothes back on, "You're mad huh?"
"Mad? Nah. Pissed the fuck off? Yes." I put my shorts back on grabbing my shirt, I felt the bed move from him leaning over. "I don't want this as much at you don't, but I can't protect you and the kids from everything as much as I want to."

I fiddled with my nails looking at the fresh milk white acrylics, I understood what he was saying I just didn't want to get deeper into this. He kissed my shoulder putting his hand on top of mine, I turned to face him making our noses touch. "Ok." Ok?" He smiled a little rubbing his nose on mine, "I'm doing this to protect you guys you know that right?" "I know rafe, but you could've told me then butter me up."

At training**

I threw my hair in a ponytail following rafe down a set of stairs in the house, He doesn't know I've been down here before when he wasn't around. I did a lot of exploring during those 3 years of my own hell, the lights flickered and needed to be changed though rafe never does it. I always thought it was because he wanted the creepy feel of the basement.

it's colder than an igloo down there, there was a table with four chairs and a punching bag in the corner. You could only turn the light on from the top of the concrete stairs, though the light was already on. I saw the men down there all in black, "Where's pope and Cleo?""Not here yet."

Rafe scratched his chin everyone was quiet and stared me down. I felt so small compared to everyone, even though I am only 5'5 everyone felt like a giant compared to me. Even if it was only 4 people in there I felt like an ant with all of them. I moved closer to rafe not wanting to be stared down any longer, a couple minutes went by and we heard the basement door open and two people talking. I looked up and saw cleo and pope walking down the stairs out of breath, Cleo was fixing her hair and they both stopped talking seeing everyone was quiet.

"How are you always late?" "We got preoccupied." Was Cleo's answer to rafes irritated question, "With?"
"My pants coming off." I always enjoyed how bold she was, though I'm guessing not everyone thought it was as funny as I thought it was. "Tough crowd." She muttered sitting down at the old wood table, "Ok let's go through this fast." Rafe started off, I started to wish that one of the twins would start to cry so I could escape and help.

"I honestly don't get why everyone's here it's simple, we train everyday and get her ready." "Not that simple babe." I stayed quiet watching them all discuss everything, "Remember how hard it was to train you?"
"Different, she's in shape and flexible." "You're forgetting I just gave birth to twins." They turned their attention to me and Cleo groaned running her hands down her face. "Why can't Melanie do this again?" "You know why."

"Uh who's Melanie?" Everyone was quiet again and Cleo looked at me with a small smile, "Shes apart of us too, but apparently weaker than me. Does she know you people think that?" They all stayed quiet again, she looked at all of them who avoided eye contact with her. She groaned sighing heavily running her fingers through her hair. "When do we start?" "Tomorrow morning." Cleo looked at pope and smirked looking back at me "Welcome to hell baby."

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