Chapter 9: The Don

"Aim!"

"Shoot!"

I drew the trigger and attempted to shoot at the buck. Unfortunately, I missed it once more. I've been training for several weeks now. Tiny is teaching me how to use various types of weaponry. We get up early in the morning to hunt for rabbits and deer amid the depths of the forest. He let me use different kinds of guns to shoot my targets and knives to butcher them. He wanted me to experience how it feels to shoot and cut through actual flesh and get used to killing. It's an unpleasant method, but according to him, it's the most effective way to become acclimated to killings and witnessing blood and deaths.

Milo teaches me hand-to-hand combat each afternoon. He wanted to make sure I could defend myself if no one else was around to protect me. The training is primarily for defense rather than offense. When we were younger, we were always getting into mischief, and he was always by my side when I was up against other kids. I don't know any martial arts, but I like to th