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CHAPTER 16

MINA

"I have a surprise for you," Gianni said. "I was thinking about the way you sliced that woman open the other day."

He picked up the plates from lunch, took them into the kitchen and gestured for me to follow him outside.

"Don't damage the roses," Damon called out after us. "Terry will be pissed."

Terry grunted his agreement and continued to slice potatoes to throw into a pot. The knife in his hand was huge and, judging by the way the blade sliced effortlessly through the potato skin, sharp.

"I'll be pissed," Reuben said as he finished his coffee.

"No roses will be harmed in the making of this surprise," Gianni said. He rolled his eyes at them playfully and closed the door behind us.

"What about the woman?" I asked.

He hadn't brought me a group of people to practice on. That was probably for the best. Instead, a couple of large targets were set up in the centre of the lawn.

"It's less about her and more about using a knife." He picked up a box from beside the door and opened it. Inside, several small knives lay on black velvet. Sun glinted off the steel like a wink, or a challenge.

"You want me to throw those?" I guessed.

"I think knife throwing is a skill every girl should have." He picked up a knife and set the box back down. "Have you done this before?"

I opened and closed my mouth.

He pressed the heel of his hand to his forehead. "Of course you haven't done it recently. I'm such a fucking donkey sometimes."

I snorted a laugh. "You're not a donkey. I have done it, but like you said, not recently. I'm probably rusty as hell." I leaned down to pick up another of the knives. Picturing the blade right in the centre of Kurt's forehead made me smile.

"This is going to be torture on my dick," Gianni murmured. "Okay, watch me and that might help it come back to you. If not, there's plenty of time to practice."

He turned to face the target, aimed and sent the knife flying from his hand. It landed just to the right of the centre of the target.

"Apparently I need to practice more too." He shrugged. Even if his aim was slightly off, he still would have killed the person he was aiming at. "You try."

I regarded him for a moment before leaning over to pick up two more knives. I eyed the target, cleared my mind and let the knives loose, one at a time. The first landed dead centre of the target. The second landed to the right of his and the third directly above.

He stared at me, then burst out laughing. "I should have known you'd be good at this. I bet you could hit the target blindfolded."

"I was aiming to put them all in the centre," I said regretfully. "I'm rusty."

"You're fucking amazing and my cock is hard as hell now." The front of his jeans were tented, his expression strained. "I never could resist a woman who knew how to handle a knife."

"Maybe we should stop," I suggested. I admit to being curious to see what was under the denim. He looked so big. My clit pulsed in agreement, but I couldn't tell if my trembling was from fear or desire. Possibly both.

"I definitely think we should keep going," he said. He adjusted the front of his pants and walked to the target to pull the knives free.

He handed me two and kept two for himself before stepping in front of the other target. "Who taught you?" He aimed and hit closer to the centre of the target.

"My sister, Rose," I said. "She's a big believer in women taking care of themselves and each other." My first knife hit the centre of the target, but the second went too far to the left again. I wouldn't be satisfied until they were both lodged in the same hole.

"I've heard that about her," he said. "She seems almost as badass as you."

I walked over to pull the knives out of the target. "She's much more badass than I ever was."

"You miss her?" He seemed to have forgotten to practice and was standing looking at me, a knife held loosely in his hand.