Hannah's POV

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Sarah and I ate our sandwiches and hung out in my apartment till we had to go back to training. I'll admit, the running this morning was hell, but its not what I expected to be doing in a mafia. When we finished we had some free time to practice and I had to pick out my specialty. I think she was more excited about it than I was.

"Yo, Sarah, have you seen my xbox controller?!" A guy with a British accent asked as he bursted into my room.

You could take one look at Sarah and never imagine her to be in a place like this, but the subtle things give it away. She's always so confident and sure of herself, very intelligent and wise. This morning we had to run ten fucking miles and, while I was struggling to do a jog, she was bouncing up and down like a five year old on a sugar rush. She hardly broke a sweat or ran out of breath. Even now, when the guy barged in here I practically jumped five feet in the air but she didn't even flinch the slightest bit.

"No, dumbass, go ask Leo or Althea." She said, rolling her eyes and turning back to me.

The guy wasn't as tall as Ace or Ben, but he looked a lot more buff and muscular, whereas they looked more lean. He had straight chestnut hair and green eyes. He was pretty cute and reminded me of Jake. He clearly didn't like me though. As soon as he saw me he gave me a look of disapproval.

"Are you the one Ace chose?" He asked, his voice laced with disgust.

"It seems that way." I sighed.

"Ace also recruited me. I could see why I was picked, but what did he see in you?"

"Oliver, leave." Sarah warned.

"I'm just saying. She's puny and weak, the only reason I would've chose her was for a nice fu-." Before Oliver could finish his rude remark, a whip cracked, wrapping around his feet and causing him to fall to the ground with a simple yank. My jaw dropped as I looked at Sarah who smirked.

"Where the fuck did that come from?!" I've been with her all day and never noticed her carrying a fucking whip.

"A true soldier never reveals their secrets." She jokes. "But remember that you should always carry your specialty on you. You never know what type of dumbass is gonna appear."

"Fuck you." Oliver groans trying to untangle himself. "Get me out of this thing."

"Apologize to Hannah first." Sarah tells him. He gives her a blank stare. "Ollie, I think you and I both know just how precise I am with cracking this whip." She warned him. His eyes widened in fear and all of the color drained from his face.

"I'm sorry, Hannah. I'm sure you're a sweet girl and will be a skilled soldier." He rushed out, looking at me. Sarah got up and untangled him. He rubbed his ankles before standing up from the ground.

"Hannah, meet Oliver." Sarah smiles. "He is the designated asshole of the sixth floor. He's also super cocky because he was the only person at this compound picked by Ace." She paused and looked over at him. "Keyword being was." He rolled his eyes at her but didn't say anything else.

Not long after my introduction to Oliver, the three of us went back to the training area. After we talked for a few minutes, I realized he wasn't that bad, he just had an ego the size of the damn moon.

Oliver immediately walked over to a blonde boy and a girl with black hair. Sarah explained that they were also friends with her and Oliver. Their names were Leo and Althea, he was French and she was greek. Since I've come here, I haven't met that many people but have noticed how diverse all of the nationalities were.

Sarah walked us to the far right side of the room, away from everyone else. There were four tables, each with different weapons. The first one had whips, the second had bows and arrows, the third had knives, and the last one had guns.

"Okay, pick." Sarah said. I gave her a look, expecting more.

"That's it? I just pick?"

"Yup." She smiled.

"How do I know which one is my specialty? I'm stuck with it forever aren't I?"

"Yup, so pick. You can try them all out and choose whichever one."

"So that's it...?" I question again.

"Hannah, I swear to god, just fucking pick one." She groaned, throwing her head back.

"Okay, okay." I throw my hands up in defense and walk towards the first table. The whips. I grabbed one and walked back over to her excitedly.

"The whip?"

"Yup." I smiled. I thought what she did to Oliver was so cool and something I'd definitely want to try in the future.

"Have you ever used one?"

"Nope."

"They can be pretty tricky, Hannah..." She trailed off.

"Ye of little faith." I tell her.

"Okay, just remember not to-." She was cut off when I flung the whip, causing it to make a loud crack. Before I realized it though, it quickly came back and wrapped around my legs, tightly, and burning them from where it hit. "-leave your arm in the same place you throw out." She finished. She busted out laughing before walking over to me and untangling my legs.

"Okay, ouch." I say, looking at where the whip once was. I was wearing leggings but it definitely left a mark. I gave Sarah the whip and she wrapped it up before taking it back to the table.

"Think of the whip like a boomerang, when you throw it out, it's gonna come back to the same place. Thats why you put your arm facing down before it comes back."

"Okay." I sighed. "Not sure the whip is for me."

"I don't think so either." She agreed. She walked to the second table and gave me the bow and an arrow. "Try this."

"I don't know, Sarah, I've never been good at archery."

"Just try it." I nodded and took the bow from her.

It was a simple compound bow, but was much heavier than the one I used when Olivia made me go to an archery facility. She loved the hunger games and was convinced she was Katniss Everdeen. I struggled with pulling the bow back for a few minutes. I was walking in circles and grumbling, until I finally got it.

I was facing the opposite direction but there were also targets over here. I focused in on the bulls eye and aimed. It was hard to hold the bow, pull it back, and aim all at the same time, but I was pretty confident I could get a good shot.

"Duck!" Someone yelled right as I let the arrow go.

I looked at the target smiling, but my smile slowly dropped when I realized the arrow never hit it. I slowly looked upward until I saw Ace and the Capo's all slowly rising from the floor of the balcony. The arrow was in the wall, directly behind them. My hand immediately went over my mouth.

Holy shit. I almost killed the heir to the fucking mafia. Ace looked into my eyes from above. He didn't seem angry, from what I could tell, though. Ace seemed more intrigued than anything else. Our eye contact broke when Sarah cautiously grabbed the bow out of my hand.

"Okay, so the bow is a no go..." She trailed off.

We put the bow away and walked to the third table, knives. I understand I have to find my specialty and should try everything, but I don't know if I can do the knives. They remind me of things that keep me awake at night. I tried to force myself to grab the knives, but I backed out after my hand hovered over it. I couldn't do it. I know the knives aren't my specialty.

Sarah gave me a questioning look as I walked away from the third table and went to the fourth, the guns. I looked at all of the ones laid out on the table before picking a random one. Sarah gave me a weary look, still freaking out from the bow incident, before nodding. I aimed the gun at a target and pulled the trigger. The bullet didn't hit the chest, which I was aiming for, but it hit the target. I jumped up and down before running to Sarah.

"I did it, I hit the fucking target!"

"I noticed." She laughed. "So are you gonna choose the gun as your specialty?" I sighed, looking down at it.

"Do I have to decide today?"

"No, you just have to decide before you're sworn in." I nodded and placed the gun gently on the table.

After our free training, we had mental training. Ben said we didn't have to do much for mental training today since we ran ten miles. Our mental training basically consisted of us going to one of the meeting rooms and Ben showing us a videos of interrogations and what we should do.

By the time we were finally done, it was 1:00 in the afternoon. Sadly, Sarah told me that today was an easy day, since it was Monday, and that we normally don't finish till 6:00 in the evening. We ate lunch and lounged around for a few hours. We went down to the training room and I watched Sarah practice her whip for a few hours. By the time she finished it was already dark outside.

"Okay, I need a shower." She sighed. "Wanna eat dinner and watch a movie after?"

"Sure." I nodded. "I'll be up in a few." She nods her head before walking off.

I'm by myself now and the room is so quiet that I can hear the echoes of my foot steps as I walk over to the tables from earlier. I don't know why, but I ended up stopping in front of the tables with the knives. I wish I wouldn't have wimped out earlier, but we all have things we're afraid of.

"I don't give a flying fuck what they think! He's the one who went after me and I will not taking the damn fall for it!" I heard someone yell.

I turned around to see Ace walking into the training room, on the phone with someone. He quickly hung up the phone after he spoke and sighed, running his hand through his hair. I wasn't sure if he knew I was there or not, but his eyes immediately went to me as they opened. He sighed again, walking over to me and over looking the table of knives in front of us.

"Have you chosen your specialty?"

"No." I tell him, already starting to get nervous by his presence. "Sorry about earlier." I say, recalling the arrow I accidentally shot at him.

"It's fine, it happens." We're both silent for a moment before he looks at me, curiously. "Why didn't you try the knives earlier?"

"I already know they aren't my specialty, I already have a bad track record with them." He's still looking at me curiously, waiting for me to continue.

I clear my throat and take a step back from the table. I don't know why I was about to show him this, but I felt like he'd understand for some reason. I turned my back to him and lifted the back of my shirt over my shoulders.

The cold air immediately hit my spine and made goosebumps form over my skin. I jumped though, when I felt a warm hand. A warm hand that gently traced the scar below my right shoulder blade.

It was just a touch, a touch that meant nothing, yet made me feel everything. I sighed as he ran his fingers over it delicately. It felt good for some reason, soothing. He slowly moved his hand from the scar and went upwards, gently grabbing my shirt and pulling it back down.

"You got that from a knife?" He asked as I turned back around.

"Yup." I sighed. "I literally got stabbed in the back."

"How?"

"In California, I was in foster care and didn't always have the best homes. One night, when I was fourteen, I ditched school with my friends, thinking it was a fun idea. When I got back, though, I got in trouble with my foster father because he was afraid social services would get involved. We were arguing in the kitchen and I turned around to leave. Out of anger, he picked up a knife off the counter and stabbed me with it."

"Was he the worst one?"

"Yeah." I sighed. "I've had a couple other shitty ones, but ever since then I've always made sure to follow the rules. Follow the rules, get good grades, and keep my head down. It's all I ever did in life, until the other night..."

I expected him to have a reaction. To tell me he's sorry or do something. He didn't though. He just cleared his throat and started to walk off. He was halfway to the exit, where he first came in, before he turned around and faced me.

"The knives are your specialty." He tells me. "They scare you the most, so they'll be the one that helps you grow."

With that, he left.

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