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Taylor stepped forward, throwing off the towel around his neck and circling me in his black sweatpants.
I took in his wide chest, thick arms, and the ridges of his stomach, flexing as he stepped around me.
I spun around slowly, following him.
All I needed was one good hit. The jaw was the knock-out button. If I hit his jaw, he’d go down like a dead deer.
“If you’re lying,” I said, turning my gaze to Aydin, “they’ll know your word means nothing.”
He nodded once. “You win, you walk.” And then he waved his hand, signaling us to start. “Taylor?”
“No, me.” Will pulled up next to Aydin. “Let her fight me.”
“But then how can you watch?” he retorted.
He didn’t really want Will to answer the question. He knew—love me or hate me—Will would go easy on me, and I was starting to get the feeling that Aydin wanted this to hurt Will, too.
Hands slammed into my chest, and I flew back, the wind knocked out of me as I landed on my ass.
Shit.
Pain shot through my tailbone, and I sucked in a breath, déjà vu washing over me.
“Instead of winning, maybe you should worry about just staying on your feet,” Taylor teased, followed with a laugh.
It sounded like Martin, though, the dark sound burrowing through my stomach like a screw.
I pushed myself to my feet, feeling Will off to the side, the energy in his legs ready to move at any second.
But I didn’t need him.
I reared back my fist, aiming straight for Taylor’s jaw, but he caught it, squeezing my wrist with one hand and throwing the other across my face.
“Ah,” I gasped, my cheek bursting into flames.
Grabbing the back of my hair and making my scalp scream, he threw a fist into my stomach, and I collapsed to my knees before another hand flew across my face again. Blood filled my mouth, my eyes watered, and I could barely see.
No.
I clenched my teeth to keep the cry in, but then I remembered my grandmother wasn’t upstairs to hear anything.
“Enough!” I heard Will yell.
I flexed the muscles in my thighs, forcing my legs to stop shaking. Will had never seen me get hurt. He didn’t know what I could take.
And Taylor Dinescu was nothing.
Opening my eyes, I saw his groin right in front of me, and I shot out the palm of my hand, roaring and using every ounce of strength as I slammed my hand into his dick and then quickly rolled backward, out of his reach.
He howled, falling to one knee, and I threw off my glasses and charged for him while he was down. I jumped onto his back, locking my arm around his neck and squeezing as hard as I could, paying no mind to the whispers or chuckles going off around the room.
Taylor hunched over with my weight on him, but pushed himself to his feet, breathing a mile a minute and no longer at ease.
“I went easy with those hits,” he gritted out.
“And believe me when I tell you I know how to take one,” I replied.
He popped up, flying backward, and I cried out, seeing the ground rush us over my shoulder. I landed on my back with his weight crashing into me on top, and I coughed and gasped for air, my ribs aching with pain.
