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I give him a fake smile and small chuckle before walking in front of him and kneeing his dick as hard as I can. “Didn’t your daddy teach you any manners?” I whisper in his ear as he bends over in pain.
My small victory is short-lived. Before I know it, he grabs me by my loose hair and yanks. This seems to be his favorite thing to do to me. What a sick fuck. Instinctively my hands go to his, holding my hair above his hands, as he pulls harder, making me arch my back in the wrong direction.
He leans in close to me and whispers back. “And didn’t your daddy teach you to never let your guard down?” He lets go, something I wasn’t expecting.
I stumble, trying to catch myself, but it doesn’t work in these heels. I’m flat on my ass in a dress worthy of a princess and shoes that cost more than my car.
“When someone gives you a compliment, you should take it, Flower. No one likes a stuck-up bitch,” he spits at me.
“Oh—” I jump back to my feet. “—I’m sorry. I didn’t realize a half-ass compliment followed by an insult was something to rejoice and be thankful for.” My words are laced with venom.
He circles me, watching every move I make. I return the favor, insistent he will not get one over on me again. “It’s good to be mad. If you fight just to fight, you’ll get your ass kicked. Fight for what you love and you’ll never lose.”
I drop my hands to my side. “Seriously? Now we’re moving on to motivational shit?”
“Careful, Flower. You don’t want to piss me off. I’m only trying to help you.” His tattooed arms twitch as his dark eyes grow even darker.
Tired of hearing him talk, I swing my arm in front of me, hoping to connect with his face, but he’s too quick.
“Feisty. I like it,” he remarks with a smile as he jabs his fist into my ribs. “I told you I won’t be taking it easy on you.”
I’ve always been pretty good about keeping my temper in check, but this guy is testing me. I straighten myself and let out a deep breath. “Tell me who you are,” I state as I lift my leg and swing it toward the back of his knees.
“Again Flower, really? I’m Lucas Hale. I’ve told you.” He wobbles for a second before regaining his composure. His fist flies toward my face too quick for me to block.
I close my eyes and brace for the impact, but it never comes. I slowly open my eyes again and see his tattooed knuckles hovering in front of my face.
“Boss said no damage to your pretty face.” He moves his hand and lets it fall to his side.
I take the opportunity to try and knock him down. I throw my entire body into his. We fall to the ground, but it doesn’t take him long to regain dominance and throw me on my back. He pins my arms to my side and straddles me. My arms may be pinned, but my hands can still move.
I bend my knee in an uncomfortable position to where my foot comes and rests right next to my hand. “I want to know what you all do,” I say, hoping to keep him distracted enough so I can make my next move. I push the back of my heel off with my fingers, then turn it around in my hand.
“You know what we do. You’ve seen it.” His face leans closer to mine. He’s so close I can smell the toothpaste on his breath.
“Tell me.” I move my face closer to his.
“Figure it out yourself, Flower. We all know you aren’t stupid.”
I smile, showing my teeth, before I plunge my heel into the back of his thigh. He screams out in pain, then rolls off me.
“You fucking bitch!” he yells.
I stagger to my feet and kick him hard in his side. “Daddy did teach me to never let my guard down. Maybe that’s something you should learn.” I huff. “Now tell me!” I scream.
A laugh bubbles from his mouth. It’s a sinister laugh. “We are businessmen, baby! No one fucks with us and lives to talk about it.” He jumps to his feet, and I stumble back.
The center of the gym where we stand doesn’t give me much coverage.
He limps toward me, blood flowing down his leg, leaving a trail in his wake. “And you already know this. Does making someone say it make it real? No one ever sees us in the public eye unless we want them to. No one ever identifies us by name. Why do you think that is, Flower?”
I stop cold in my tracks and let him get closer to me. Once there are only a few inches left between us, I ask him the same thing I asked Teddy. “Did you do it?”
He stops and straightens himself. “No.”
“Then who did?”
“That is a question we intend to find the answer to.”
