Assassin with a Heart//Camren//

Chapter 5

"AGAIN CAMILA!", Camila's trainer, Matthew, yelled.

"I've tried a thousand times! I can't hit the target!", Camila shouted.

"You must keep trying until you learn to hit it. If this was a real life situation you would be dead in a matter of seconds!", Matthew said.

Camila groaned and threw the spear again at the target. Only to have it crack another hole in the wall far from the target.

"That's it I quit!", Camila shouted and stormed to the her room.

"Miss. Cabello we are not finished here!", Matthew called after her.

"I'm finished here!", Camila said as she slammed the training room door shut.

"Ugh.", Matthew groaned as he started to clean up the equipment.

A few minutes later Alejandro enters in the room with a questioning expression.

"Where's Camila?", he asked.

"She ran off. She quit again.", Matthew grumbled.

Alejandro sighed and rubbed at his temples "This is the sixth time this week. She can't keep doing this."

Matthew nodded "I agree sir."

"Is she at least close to doing anything?", Alejandro asked after a few moments of silence.

"Eh.. no sir.", Matthew said defeatedly as he pointed to the many holes around the spear target.

"For God's sake.", Alejandro grumbled. "With all do respect sir I just don't get it.", Matthew said.

"Get what?", Alejandro asked.

"I mean Camila acts like a daughter of a mafia leader, but she just doesn't seem to have thirst, the drive, and the fighting abilities a future mafia leader should have.", Matthew explained.

"Trust me Matthew I know where you are coming from. I don't understand it either.", Alejandro sighed.

"This isn't good sir. This problem could destroy the mafia.", Matthew added.

Alejandro grumbled "I'm more than aware of what this could lead to."

Matthew threw his hands up in defense "I'm just saying sir."

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"God I'm telling you Clarke this training is getting on my damn nerves.", Camila complained as she was on the phone with one of her closest friends.

"Well you are the daughter of a mafia leader so can you really blame the training demands.", Clarke said.

"I honestly don't give a crap who's daughter I am. I'm just fucking tired of it all.", Camila sighed.

"You just gotta keep pushing through it. Can you at least throw a knife?", Clarke asked.

"No.", Camila said.

"Camila are you serious?", Clarke exclaimed.

"Yeah so what?", Camila asked defensively.

"Ugh never mind Mila. Look just forget what happened today and just try to relax.", Clarke said calmly.

"Yup. Sure whatever.", Camila said. "I'll talk to you later. Bye.", Camila hung up with saying goodbye.

Camila groaned in frustration as she stretched her sore muscles. She hated being a mafia daughter and having so many people expect so many things from her. They expect her to be some blood thirsty fighter when really she could care or less about fighting. Camila isn't the strongest person out there and she was always so quiet when she was younger.

Camila has always felt like she doesn't belong in a group like this, but she couldn't let her dad down. Camila knew he was getting old and with miscarriage of Camila's sister and the death of her mother there isn't anyone else in line to take charge of the Cabello mafia. Now Camila knew this was a big responsibility and she can handle it, but she just can't train like how people want her too. She just isn't physically prepared for it.

Her dad always says there's a new threat in Florida. An assassin. Who has been reportedly mentioned as 'The Angel of Blood' and is responsible for most of the murders heard about in the news and press. Camila doesn't see them assassin as a threat.  She sees this guy as just some criminal convicting murder. Nothing she's new too.

Camila is quite impress, but also jealous on how the assassin guy kills and how he just leaves his initials on the body. It's like his prize and Camila can tell that the assassin uses a knife which is a tiny weapon, but obviously has a huge impact. Her dad thinks the killer works alone, but Camila thinks he works for a mafia too.

Which obviously isn't an alliance to their mafia. Great an enemy with a sneaky assassin that's gonna help. Camila figures this is why training has been a complete ass. Her dad clearly wants her to be as fast, witty, blood thirsty, and merciless like the infamous wanted assassin. Camila just can't do it. If she can't throw a knife there is no way she can throw a spear.

If Camila can't do one lap without dying there is no way she can jump from rooftop to rooftop, if Camila can't throw a good punch what makes you think she can break a jaw?, and if Camila can't even bare to pick up a gun how is she supposed to kill? Camila just isn't up for it all. She isn't built like that. As much as it annoys the crap out of her trainer and her dad she honestly can give less than a fuck.

Camila is absolutely over it at this point.

"Camila you in there?", Camila heard her dad's voice.

"Yeah you can come in.", Camila granted.

"Hey sweetie how do you feel?", Alejandro asked.

"I'm fine dad.", Camila grumbled while picking at her nail cuticles.

"Ah Camila where's the respect?", Alejandro asked sternly. Camila rolled her eyes and stood up with "pride and acknowledgement" for her dad.

"Much better. As you were?", Alejandro said.

"I'm fine dad thank you.", Camila said as she pulled her best fake smile.

"Where's there a problem during training? I heard you quit again.", Alejandro question calmly.

"I did quit again. I don't wanna be in training anymore.", Camila said.

"Why's that? How do you expect to become stronger?", Alejandro questioned sternly.

"I don't expect to become stronger at all. I'm not built to follow through with training.", Camila explained.

"Oh of course you are. You are my daughter. The next leader of the Cabello mafia. You are more than capable of going through training.", Alejandro said.

"Um no. I haven't improved since day one when I started training. I can't throw a stupid knife and for sure as hell I can't throw a spear. I just can't do it anymore.", Camila said.

"You are going to get better. You are going to continue training. I don't care if you are tired, or sore, or your bones are breaking. You are going to master everything Camila. No excuses.", Alejandro said annoyed before walking out of Camila's room.

Camila rolled her eyes and plopped back down on her bed to take a nap.