Lorraine Lebedev

"Can we take a break?" I breathed.

I'm lying on the ground, my whole body is sore and I'm sweating like a pig.

This past week has been shit.

Ever since we left France, father tripled the security, guards are found everywhere in the house and I myself got 6 new guards plus Dante, 7.

And I have training every single day.

I wake up at 7 am, have breakfast, train, shower, eat, and sleep. It has been the same cycle for the past 8 days.

"No."

"Your father strictly told me that training should be 5 hours and it's only been thirty minutes..." My trainer Josephine stated.

I sighed.

Josephine Allard is an underground trainer, she has trained most of the best criminals out there for the past 6 years.

Her mother Kim Allard is a good friend of my father so he asked if she could train me and Kim agreed.

"Can't we just skip to weapons training, specifically knives." I argued, my chest heaving up and down as I tried to catch my breath.

Josephine raised a cool brow as I stood up.

"Lorraine, I did not come here to play, Your father might treat you like a princess but with me, oh sweetheart, I will not allow you to treat me like your bitch. Understood?" She declared, a fake smile spread across her face.

I sighed deeply before squaring my shoulders and nodded.

I was looking forward to the weapons training, especially knives. When I was young I found knives interesting. They are just so fascinating.

People collect stones, action figures, jewelry the list goes on but I collect knives.

I started at the age of 11, my mother was concerned about me but father was invested in my collection. He himself helped me and showed me how to use a blade like a pro.

And surprisingly, I'm the best at knife throwing and my aim is on point. I never miss.

My dad always quoted " Temptation is like a knife, that may either cut the meat or the throat of a man; it may be his food or his poison, his exercise or his destruction by John Owen."

"Lorraine, focus." Josephine's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I shook my head. "Sorry."

Without warning Josephine fist swung in the air heading for my direction. I immediately dodge.

"I wasn't ready!" I yelled and she shrugged. "But you dogged it."

I rolled my eyes. "It was instinctive reflexes." I told her. "Then you are ready." She said,

"Let's go again."

I shake off the uneasy feeling and stand in position, Josephine sprung towards me and hits me in the gut. I threw a punch and she jerked back.

"Your moves are predictable." She stated. She kicked my shoulder then kicked back my legs so they buckled and brought me to my knees. Grabbing my hair, Josephine yanked it back and pressed her hand on my neck.

"You're dead." She breathed.

I curl my hands into a fist, without a thought I twist her arm, jab her in the gut, stand up then tackle her on the ground. I shape my hands into a gun and point the tip of my fingers to her head.

She smirks. "Not bad Lebedev."

I roll off her and rise from the floor then offer her my hand. She accepts my help and sighs.

"I realized the problem." She uttered, placing her hands on her hips. I cross my arms over my chest and raise a brow. "What...?" I trailed off.

"You are too predictable. You need to be more flexible and accessible with your mind and body. Don't think too much about what your next move will be. Analyze the person you're fighting with. Study their body language, know their weaknesses and strengths." She addressed me.

"You have to manipulate them."

"But we're not ." I stated, she laughed. "Yes you are, instead of using words you physically communicate." She paused for a second as she tried to gather her thoughts. "What you did back there is what I'm trying to explain. You made me think I had the upper hand but instead you saw an opportunity and acted on it by taking me down, even though I already killed you by slicing your neck." Josephine shrugged.

"Understand?"

"Yes."

She nodded and then smiled. "Let's go again."

-

Hey angels and devils. I apologies for the lack of update on this book. I'm currently in a writings blocks phase and it's pissing me off. So I sat down opened my laptop and forced myself to write... huh, I just don't feel it so I apologies again.

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