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“She’s going to the gym,” Atiana calls out.

“Fuck,” I mutter, turning back around to follow her back inside like a lost fucking puppy. What is wrong with me? I should let her go and take Amy up on her offer of emotionless sex. I’ll leave feeling more relaxed and can go on with my night like I usually would before Elena stepped into that church.

Instead, I find myself walking into the gym, frowning when Elena is standing there in the middle of the ring with a shirtless Angel. He’s teaching her some self-defense moves.

“Put your hands up like this to block your face,” Angel is instructing her. He didn’t mention that he was giving her self-defense lessons, and neither did she.

He looks over and lifts his chin at me when he spots me standing there. Elena follows his line of sight, glances at me, and then away.

Fucking hell.

Yes, I wanted some distance, but I didn’t want us to become strangers. Maybe she would be open to a friends-with-benefits kind of thing.

But we’re married.

So that would be a fucking marriage, wouldn’t it?

“Good punch,” Angel praises her, and my cock twitches, thinking of the praise he’d give her in bed if she were between us. I’d never share her. Her pussy is mine and mine only, but Angel can play without actually touching her. That’s what he prefers.

Angel doesn’t like most people, so the fact that he’s giving Elena his time and attention speaks volumes. I know he’s making an effort for me. I’m his best friend, but I also think it’s just because Elena is so damn likable. She’s made the best out of a shit situation, and she shows up every day with a smile on her face. She’s always offering to help others, and she never has a bad word for anyone.

“Suit, come and help me,” Angel calls out, pulling me from my thoughts. “I want to teach her how to get out of some holds. Grab her from behind.”

I jump into the ring and stand behind her, wrapping my arms around her shoulders. Being so close to her doesn’t help with trying to keep my distance from her. Her caramel scent makes me forget that I don’t need any complications in my life—any commitment or feelings. I don’t need a weakness. I don’t need someone who can hold such power over me.

“Okay, now how would you try to get out of that?” Angel asks, smirking as he stares at me. My dick is so hard I’m trying not to press it against her.

“I’d probably try and kick him in the nuts,” she replies, and I wince.

“Yeah, maybe don’t do that,” I say into her ear. “Fuck, you smell so good, princess.”

“Suit,” she whispers.

“Focus, Suit,” Angel commands, crossing his arms over his chest. “The little Bratva princess needs to learn.”

Elena starts to struggle against me and escape my hold, but I’m too strong. I’m now pressed up against her back, so she knows I’m hard, but I’d rather that than her trying to get me in the nuts.

“Okay, now try this.” Angel shows her how to get out of the hold, and then we try again. It’s the closest I’ve been next to her since that night, and I’m this close to laying her down right now on the canvas and making her scream my name with Angel watching.

We spend the next hour teaching her how to punch, kick, and block. When it’s over, I follow her back upstairs and stop outside her bedroom door. “What are you doing now?” I rasp, my gaze dropping to her perky tits straining against the T-shirt she’s wearing. I want them in my mouth so fucking badly.

“I’m going to have a shower, and then I’m heading to Pyro’s house to play with the puppies,” she replies, smiling up at me. “I’m guessing you’ll be heading to the pole room as usual. Enjoy your evening.”

She goes inside and closes the door in my face.

She’s going to Pyro’s house?

Alone?

Over my dead body.

If she wants to go there, I’ll be taking her.

I try to open the door to tell her she’s not going there alone, but she has locked it.

“Fucking Pyro, I’m going to kick his ass,” I mutter to myself. I’m sure Bones will be more than happy to help me.

I thought she’d be the one at my door, begging for another taste, but it’s the other way around.