I need to train. The miserable excuse of experience in The Morgue’s fighting ring isn’t going to be of much use. I need to learn to fight and shoot a gun without freaking the fuck out. As much as I love my stabby sticks, a bullet is the safer option—especially from a distance.
Razor materializes next to me. “So, Fiasca. How about those fight lessons?”
I can’t help but to fire back, “Naked?”
Razor laughs. “Not this time. I want to be sure you know proper defense moves, and how to attack in the most productive way. I'm not going to go easy on you, either.”
“Good. I need to learn; the quicker, the better.”
Razor stands across from me in the ring.
“Show me what you learned in The Morgue, Fiasca. I need to judge your abilities.”
I hesitate, not sure how to go on the offense without being pumped full of drugs.
Stepping back a bit, I rush forward to swing my fist at his temple, but he easily sidesteps me. I then dance around to distract him, going in again for a kick to his knee. I miss and he laughs.
“Come on, Fiasca. You can do better than that.”
Gritting my teeth, I rush him and feign a swing, only to duck and bum rush him in the middle. To my surprise, I take him to the mat. Straddling him, I put one hand around his throat and squeeze while pulling a punch to his face.
“How am I doing so far?” I breathe heavily, climbing off him.
“Not bad, but not good enough. Let's check your defense now,” Razor answers.
Grinning, I make the “come on” gesture. He goes to punch my gut but somehow skirts around to get behind me. He puts my throat in a lock, then kicks my ankle to topple me to the floor.
I know I can’t let him get on top of me, so I go for his arm—still choking me.
Concentrating on the bend in his elbow, I reach up and chop it as hard as I can.
It loosens his hold, and I squirm out of it. I jump back to my feet, doing a fist pump in victory.
“Not too shabby. But you need to do much better for the real world. It's vital you can protect yourself,” Razor says.
“Yeah, I agree,” I say, head drooping as my confidence is dispelled. “Train me, please. I'll give you sweet rewards…” I turn on the charm, looking up at him beneath my lashes.
He chuckles wickedly, eyes dancing with mirth. His trademark red curls are a mess on his head. All my guys are stupid hot, and I appreciate the differences in each one of them.
Razor reaches through the ropes to grab two waters. He offers me one, which I take gratefully.
This is going to be a long day.
Chapter 34
Trikk
Two gruelingdays have passed since Jax told us he's going to work on coordinating the takedowns of our fathers.
I'm nervous. I can fight, but my natural inclination is to let someone else do the honors. This time though, I won’t have a choice. The only one to end my father is me.
The clock ticks loudly in my mind. I pace the halls in thought. My phone buzzes, and I glance at it. It's Jax, calling us all to the computer room.
I take off in that direction, running into some of the others on the way. We're silent as we go inside, knowing how serious this is.
Jax is standing next to Harris and Purge, who are seated at computers. Thor and Bill are there also.
Jax starts. “Okay, we have eyes on each of your homes. Your fathers are all there with your mothers, from what we can tell. What I need from The Six now is confirmation that it’s your parents.”
