Page 28 of More Tricks

“Do you guys have a routine?” Wes asked as he took in the space. “Just asking since Dax and I have a basic plan that we follow for keeping in shape, then tweak it if we need to work on a certain area.”

Cognac shrugged. “It’s been a long time since we did more than work out to keep fit, so whatever you have to share, I’d be interested in trying.”

“I’ve got a few different routines depending on what I need to accomplish,” Void added. “How about we see what you two do, then maybe I can add in what will be helpful for fighting a little more dirty. Underground cage fights aren’t about following the rules. It’s about who comes out alive.”

I nodded, knowing exactly what he meant. Most of my fights turned out that way, and I knew I’d been lucky so far after getting shot. A month of downtime and taking it easy, my muscles and endurance were nowhere near where I needed them to be.

“Today, I think I’m going to pace myself, gauge what needs more attention and what hasn’t suffered so much,” I shared, walking over to the treadmill. “I know for sure I need to beef up my endurance after sitting on my ass for so long recovering.”

The rest of the guys scattered, warming up their own way. I’d gone to visit Tilly this morning, asking if I could borrow something to listen to music on. I really needed to get my shit together and start replacing things I’d lost. Wes was making a running list of things we needed to pull from some of our safehouses and other locations we stashed stuff to build a new command center at the compound. So I would just have to add to it when I thought of something.

Placing the headphones over my ears, I scrolled through the options on her MP3 player, amazed they still made things like this. Then I spotted a playlist called Bad Bitches Do It Better. That sounded like it would be perfect. When the beat to “Get Ur Freak On” by Missy Elliott started, I bobbed my head and started up the treadmill. Keeping it a brisk walk to start as I warmed up, then I upped the speed every few minutes when I felt comfortable. Soon, I was jogging and lost in the feel of my body burning after being abused in the battle and lack of exercise. Sweat started to drip down my back and forehead as I ran.

When I reached the point I wasn’t sure I could keep going, I challenged myself for another two minutes. Then I started to bring the speed down, cooling off enough I wouldn’t cramp but not enough that I couldn’t continue my workout.

When I was finished, I hopped off. As I wiped my face with a towel, I noticed Cognac and Picasso on the mats sparring with each other. Watching those two men shirtless, sweat glistening on their bodies, made my pussy weep. Fucking hell, these guys were turning me into a sex addict, and I was totally fine with it. I’d always had an engine that revved higher than others. Now I had enough men to keep up with it.

“Damn, girl, how do you handle that much man all the time,” Tilly asked as she came to stand next to me. “I’ve got two and sometimes a girl just needs a night off.”

“Well, we haven’t been together as long as you have with your guys. Right now, I can’t seem to keep my hands off them any more than they can do the same for me.” I glanced at her. “Seems kinky fuckers are just drawn to each other.”

Tilly burst out laughing. “Damn, girl, just telling it like it is, huh?”

I shrugged. “Why fight it? I do feel a little bad for Dani, who has to share the house with us right now.”

“Where is the poor woman even sleeping?” Tilly asked.

“Last night, she wanted to be on the couch, so if there was any trouble, she would be there to help. But I think the guys decided they are going to double up and get some air mattresses. Void and Cam seem to get along the best and Wes will either join Cognac or in the garage with Picasso,” I shared. “My suggestion was getting a new house, but none of them were willing to commit to that right now. They're the ones on blow-up beds so…”

Tilly shook her head. “Men can be so stubborn sometimes, seriously.”

We stood there a moment in silence, watching the two men grappling each other on the ground. It didn’t look like either one of them was trying anymore, goofing off, but I wasn’t gonna call them on it.

What we needed more than physical training was a way for us all to grow as a unit. The Saints knew how to work well together, but now, with Wes and Cam, their groove was thrown off.

“Wanna spar?” Tilly asked. “I’m pretty proficient in kickboxing if you want to do some work with pads.”

“Think you can aim low enough if I’m the one holding the pads?” I challenged.

She just looked down at me. “Think you can jump high enough to reach the ones I’m using?”

“Guess there's only one way to find out,” I said, heading over to the large metal storage cabinet that held all the supplies.

Tilly and I switched off until we were both dripping in sweat and barely able to hold up the pads. While it took me a bit to get back in the rhythm, once my body was on board, I was full steam ahead. Tilly was a great partner, and it was nice not to worry about her holding back for fear of hurting me like the guys would have done. Nah, the two of us had an understanding, no one else in the real world was gonna be pulling their punches.

“Alright, everyone, I think we should call it,” Picasso announced to the room. “Let’s head back, shower, eat something, and work on the tasks we planned last night.”

Seeing Picasso stepping up and taking a more leadership role was sexy as fuck. I’d known he had it in him, but he was so worried about stepping on Eagle’s toes he held back too much. Now having no choice but to lead, it was good to see him own it. I fell in step beside him as we walked through the main clubhouse area. Guys were sitting along the bar drinking, others played darts or pool, and some had their hands full with a sweet butt in their lap.

Most nodded respectfully to us as we made our way through until one man stepped into our path. This dude was big like a mountain that had legs and arms. His head was shaved and shined in the overhead lights. His cut was weathered, telling me he’d been part of the crew for a long time. The patch on his chest told me his name BigFoot, which made perfect sense to me.

“Sup?” I asked, leaning my head back to look up at him.

“You’re Two Tricks, right?” BigFoot asked, his deep voice booming out of his chest.

I nodded. “Something I can do for you?”

He reached out his hand as if he wanted to shake mine. Knowing if I didn’t extend my hand, it’d be a major insult, and I had a whole room of bikers looking at me. I decided it was best to play nice since I knew I hadn’t done anything to upset someone—that I knew of. Placing my hand in his, he gently closed his fingers, then jerked my hand up and down in a way that had my body getting pulled forward at the strength of it.