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“If you’re going back, you aren’t going back without knowing how to take down men like us,” I rumble, staring at the nimble woman before me. “You already know how to throw a punch, and you gave us a run for our money in your apartment, but ultimately, you lost.”
Genevieve scowls. “Because Gage knocked me out.”
“When I’m done with you, you’re going to be able to put even Gage on the mat,” I say, shooting a grin over at the man in question.
He snorts. “I’d like to see her try.”
“As would I!” Eric adds, far too cheerful for the ass whooping he’s going to get. None of us are small by any means, but Archer and Eric are the slightest of us. They are strong and still dangerous, but there’s less weight to manhandle. It won’t take long for Genevieve to master the technique for them. Archer isn’t participating, only because it’s quicker to start with Eric, but I don’t pretend that it’s not because Archer loses control when she’s near. Hell, we all do. The woman is too sexy for her own good.
Our woman.
Just as we’re hers.
If I have to spend hours in this living room turned makeshift training ring to teach her how to protect herself in case we’re not there, I will. She’s going back, and we won’t be able to be at her side every waking moment. We certainly can’t at the beginning.
“Well, come on then,” Genevieve tells Eric. “Let me kick your ass, pretty boy.”
Eric laughs and comes over. We’re all wearing comfortable, loose clothing, but eventually, I’m going to make Genevieve put on a skin-tight dress and heels, and she’ll have to take on Gage in only that.
The thought makes my cock harden, which I try to ignore.
“You’re going to use our weight against us,” I instruct, checking over her stance. It’ll be easy to teach her, because she’s honed much of her skills on the streets. She’s running on instinct. Now it’s my job to give her the finesse she needs to really do damage. “Most attackers who come at you from the front will go after your wrists if they hold no weapon. Don’t jerk away from it. Instead, you’re going to go with the movements and bring your arms out and around, breaking the hold. The moment you do, you’re going to go for the weak points.”
“Nose, knees, and nuts.” Genevieve nods seriously, even as a smile flirts on her lips. I find myself staring at her for a moment before remembering what I was doing.
Smiling, I pat her on the ass, unable to help myself. “Good job. Don’t hold back just because it’s pretty boy Eric. He’ll survive.”
Eric grins. “As if she’ll ever get me.”
Archer snorts, clearly thinking what I am—Eric is far too cocky for someone who’s about to get his ass handed to him. Whether Genevieve masters it the first time or not, she will within the hour, because she’s determined and smart and I’m her teacher.
This is one time I’m not going to fail.
“Begin,” I call as I step back.
Eric immediately rushes Genevieve, going for her wrists. I can see her instincts demand for her to back up, to twist away, but this exercise isn’t about that. Within a split second, she’s steeled herself against Eric as he grips her wrists. She uses his momentum to twist her arms like I told her and breaks the hold, leaving her free exactly one second before Eric attacks again. Immediately, she kicks at Eric’s knees, hitting the bone and making him double over. She grabs his head and brings her knee up, stopping just before she’d break his nose. With a grin, she drags him up to meet his eyes…and kicks him right in the balls.
Eric goes down like a sack of potatoes, and I double over, laughing at the sounds of his wheezing.
“Why didn’t you break his nose?” Gage asks, his brow raised.
Genevieve winks. “He’s much too pretty for a broken nose.”
“But you could kick me in the dick?” Eric grouses, rolling around on the floor. “The betrayal. It did nothing but give you orgasms.”
“I didn’t kick you that hard,” she says with a roll of her eyes. “I’d have kicked someone else a lot harder.”
“Just for that, I expect you to kiss it later,” Eric croaks out.
With a smile, Genevieve reaches down and helps him up, much to my amusement. “Deal,” she teases, then pats him on the ass and directs him to the table. “What’s next?”
* * *
Three hours later, we’re all covered in sweat. Genevieve glistens with it, her tan skin looking far more lickable than normal. It’s starting to get difficult to focus with how beautiful she looks. Strands of her hair are falling out of her braid to frame her face, and her eyes are bright with determination and excitement. She’s a fierce warrior, and fuck if I don’t want to kiss her for it.
Genevieve Dalton will be the end of me.
