{Insanely Sweet}Complete!❤

Chapter 16

We make it to the training grounds a little past the pasture behind the hideout. I remove my flipflops and throw my bag by the knife targets. I watch everyone else get set up in their usual spots. I look around where the trees are, and notice a rustle in the brushes. I grab a knife and check my gun to make sure it's loaded. I get Jon's attention quietly and we make our way to the bush. I move away some of the branches and see a puppy with an injured leg. 

I look over at Jon, then pick up the pup. It rustles in my arms a little, but eventually gets comfy and falls asleep. "Think they'll let me keep.. him?" I ask him. I look at the belly to check, and I was correct. It's a male. Because we totally don't have enough of those already. He shrugs then smiles. I smile back and head back to the group of guys. 

"Hey, I found a puppy and it's mine. Got it?" I command. Evan laughs and walks to me. He starts messing with his legs, but stops when the pup whimpers on the back left. "He's got a broken leg. Have fun." he teases. I hand Jon the puppy and jump onto Evan's back. "Don't you dare be a dick towards me!" I scream in his ear. He laughs and grabs my legs. 

"Don't scream in your leader's ear!" he yells back jokingly. I smirk and jump off and start to walk off towards Jon. Before Evan notices, I run and push him, making him fall face first. Everyone turns to us and starts laughing. Evan gets up in one swift move and swings his leg, making me trip. 

I land on the grass, but get back up quickly. His fist comes towards my face, but I quickly dodge and kick his stomach. He stumbles back in surprise, but recovers from the shock quickly. He goes to punch me again, but I dodge once more. Before I get the chance to strike, he grabs both my wrists and pins them behind my back. 

He pushes me to the ground and keeps his foot on my stomach. "Nice job. You're getting better, but if you can't beat me then you're not ready. This is a really big job that we have coming up in 2 weeks and you need a lot more training." he tells me. After that, he helps me up and pats my back. I smile and walk back over to Jon who is sitting under a tree with the puppy sleeping next to him. 

I sit with him and intertwine our fingers together. "Some show." he says smiling. I smile back and nod. "What should we name the pup?" I ask. He shrugs and looks down at the rottweiler. (Picture up top) "How about Tate?" I suggest. He nods. "That suits him. I bet we could train him to become a guard dog once he's all healed up too." Jon tells me. I nod in agreement and pet Tate's head. "Alright. Let's start our training." I tell Jon. We both get up and leave the puppy to rest by the tree.

I hear him whimper, so I turn and see him trying to sit up. I walk back over to him and pick him up. "I'll let him watch I guess." I yell to Jon. He nods and walks to a table with a various selection of guns and other weapons. I walk towards my bag and set Tate by it. I grab a decent handful of knives and stick them in my belt. It has lots of slots and can hold up to 50 knives. It's pretty sweet.

I walk about 15 yards from the target and aim the tip of my knife to the center of the target. With a single step and simple flick of my wrist, the knife zips through the air and lands on the line before the middle of the target. I groan in frustration and get a another knife. I do the same thing again, and land closer just not perfectly. "Fuuuuuuuck." I curse myself. Tate tilts his head, which makes me smile. 

I grab another knife and take a deep breath, then flick my wrist and watch it land perfectly in the center. I fist pump the air and smile at Tate. His ears move up and he starts barking at me. I sit on the grass and start patting it, just to see if he can walk. He starts to stand up a little and takes about 3 steps before falling on the grass again. I giggle at him and lay on my stomach. He looks at me again and tries running to me. 

Once he gets close enough, I reach out for him and bring him to my stomach. He stands on his hind legs and licks my face. "I guess your leg doesn't hurt that badly." I tell him. I set him back in the grass and run to get my knives from the target. Once I place them back in my belt, I walk to the table and grab an Ak-47. Tate tilts his head again, but realizes what I have and starts barking. 

I pat his head in reassurance, so he stops and ducks his head in his paws. I have a feeling it won't take very long to train him. He's already so well trained. I shoot once and hit the outside of the target. "Shit." I mumble. 

I shoot again, but miss that time. I groan, but feel a pair of arms wrap around mine. "You have to keep your arms steady. When you fire, don't flinch. Don't close your eyes and try to stay still or you won't hit what you're aiming for." Jon says. I nod and try again. I line the center up with the middle of the target and breathe out. I pull the trigger and stare at the target. "There you go!" Jon cheers me on.

I turn and smile at him. I pull my phone out of my pocket and see it's almost 8. "Hey, we should head back and begin early training tomorrow. It's getting late." I yell to the bozos. They all agree, so I pack up my things and pick up Tate. We all gather in a group and walk back to house, constantly blurting out anything that comes to our minds. 

"So, what'd you name the shithead?" Tyler asks teasingly. Tate growls, making everyone laugh. "Easy there Tyler. She's got a bodyguard and a retard in a hockey mask!" David teases. I laugh at him, making Tate calm down. "His name is Tate. And yeah, he won't need much training when he's older. He seems well trained already." I reply.

We reach the house, so I throw my bag of knives into my closet and set Tate on the floor. I gather a bunch of old blankets that nobody uses and fold them up. "This is your bed." I tell Tate. He jumps up and trots to the blankets in the corner. He turns a few circles, then lays down and closes his eyes. I remove my flipflops and take my hair out of the ponytail. I put a tanktop over my sports bra and keep my shorts on.

I walk into the kitchen and grab a slice of pizza from the fridge. Once I take a bite, Jon's arms wraps around my stomach and he reaches over my shoulders and takes a bite of my food. "Hey jackass! That's my food goddammit! Get your own!" I yell at him. He chuckles his creepy laugh. "I love you!" he yells as I walk away from the kitchen with three more slices in my hands. 

"Yeah! I'm sure you do!" I tease. I open the door to our room and see Tate sitting by the door. "You heard me yelling huh?" I ask. I shake my head and give one slice to him. We don't have any dog food or and regular meat, so leave me alone. 

I lie down on the bed and finish off my pizza. I close my eyes and listen to Tate attempting to eat his slice. I hear the door shut, so I open my eyes and smile at Jon. He smiles back and quickly changes into a pair of under armor sweats and joins me in bed. "I'm thinking we can give the mattress that I used to use when I first came to Tate when he gets bigger." I tell him.

He hums in agreement. "Yeah, that's a good idea. At least it'll be in use instead of in the way." he says jokingly. I lightly chuckle and turn to face him. He smiles and kisses my lips lightly. Once we pull back, I cuddle in his bare chest. He reaches over and turns off the lamp, making the room dark. "Night Cole." he mumble and kisses my hair. "Night Jonny." I reply. 

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Okay, I know. It's been awhile since I've updated this story. I'm sorry. I went on a trip with my choir for 4 days and I was just too lazy to do it before I left. Summer is coming up in 7 days so I'll be able to update a lot more with all that time on my hands. I'm ready for this year to end ^.^