Well, now that’s more interesting. But she’s not actually serious, is she?
“I’m serious. Come on.” Reading my mind, she frowns at my confusion. “Not the first time someone has looked at me like that. Hitting a moving target is more fun than a punching bag.”
Challenging me with a curl of her hands, I realize just how badly she wants to hit me. Even under the disguise of a spar, she wants to swing.
I suppose the feeling is mutual. However, I’ll feel bad if I kick her ass. Maybe then, she’ll stop being such a pain.
Leaving the wall, I nod, thinking nothing of it. Though, there is a glaring problem that needs to be dealt with first.
There aren’t any windows in here, so I’m pretty sure she won’t get very far if she tries.
She scoffs, the mind reader she is. “I won’t leave. Trust me, if you’re serious, I’m not going anywhere. I want to kick your ass.”
I grunt, easily not believing her. But if I keep sitting here, I’m going to die of boredom. Playing with her sounds more entertaining.
“Snag me a water while you’re out, will you?” Panting softly under her breath, she takes in my grimace before catching me off guard with something that almost looks like a smile. Lots of teeth, like a wolfish grin. “I’ll go easy on you if you do.”
Huh. She might be baring her teeth at me, but she looks…Different.
“We’ve got bottles behind the bar.” Shooing me with a flick of her hand, she turns away, pulling me out of my trance as she continues to throw punches.
When I laugh at that, I realize she’s serious. She really thinks she can kick my ass?
While I’m helping the club when it comes to dealers trying to dirty this town, she’s pouring people drinks.
Okay, yeah, sure.
Rolling my eyes, I leave her behind, moving swiftly before she gets any ideas.
Making a pit stop in the laundry room, I’m shameless when it comes to picking through others’ belongings. There’s no way in hell I’m going to take her on with jeans.
Spotting some of Killer’s clothing, I find a pair of shorts that will work perfectly. Knowing the guy doesn’t have a mean bone in his body, I’ll have to promise an IOU. Getting changed and abandoning my jeans, I hunt down some water for her.
“Go easy on me?” I laugh and shake my head. This is the perfect opportunity to knock her off her high horse. Maybe she’ll soften up a bit while she’s at it.
When I return, I’m relieved to see she’s obediently waiting. Offering her the bottle, she mutters a thanks. While she inhales the liquid, I grab a pair of gloves. The leather smells of old sweat and effort as I strap them on, knuckles tightening inside the worn padding. I can’t help but wonder if this is a good idea or not.
Diesel will kick my ass if I hurt her, won’t he? Hell, Judge might skin me if she ends up with even a bruise. Bye-bye, patch.
I haven’t fought anyone without the intent to kill. Sparring isn’t really my thing, especially with a woman half my size.
Throwing a glance over my shoulder, I wonder if I’ll get to finally see this woman nervous. She’s only ever been angry. I don’t think anyone has ever seen her not pissed.
Bouncing from one foot to the other, she takes me in like she’s assessing her opponent. I hate to say it, but she doesn’t look worried. Even worse, she doesn’t even look impressed.
“I’ve killed men before,” I warn her, hoping she’ll catch even a hint of sense. My voice sounds hollow in the empty gym. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
The last thing I expect to see is those void eyes fill with something haunting. A spark, sharp and eager. Is she really enjoying herself? “Super scary. I almost shot a dude’s dick off before. Lucky for you, my fists are my only weapon. And trust me, those aren’t going anywhere near… that thing.”
What in the hell is wrong with this woman?
“I really don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” Side to side, she continues to bounce. She’s put on a pair of gloves herself, patting them both together. Her bare feet whisper on the mat, a soft, rhythmic threat as she doesn’t even try to hide her excitement like a kid about to walk into a candy store. “I’ve taken a few hits from the others. I think Hammer is more terrifying than you are, no offense.”
Hammer? What the fuck?
Wait, she’s done this before?
