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CHAPTERONE
It started with a…kissfight.
“Fists up, protect your face, keep light on your toes,” the growly bastard yells at me.
“I’m trying!” I snap, stomping my foot against the canvas in frustration as I drop my guard and glare at Beast, my dad’s enforcer and my fucking bodyguard. Sweat trickles down my spine and between my tits, causing my t-shirt to stick to my chest and back.
“HasPrincesshad enough for one day?” he asks, snorting with laughter as he pulls off the boxing pad and tussles my hair with his huge hands. We’ve been training regularly for the last six months and I’m getting stronger and fitter with every session, but Beast still runs me ragged.
“It’sGrim,” I protest, slapping his hands away.
Beast cocks his head. “Nope, stillPrincessto me.”
“I’m not a princess, you arsehole!”
He chuckles. “Yeah, yeah. Now are we done?”
“Not nearly,Roger,” I retort, shoving him off me and using his given name because I know it pisses him off. Ever since my dad akaThe Boss, aka Carter Davidson, aka the ruler of Tales—an underground fight club—started calling me Grim after my love of reading Grimms’ Fairy Tales, Beast and the other men who work for my father started calling me Princess.
It’s fucking annoying.
His smile drops. “You ain’t too old to be put over my knee and given a spanking. Don’t push your luck, kid.”
Kid?Okay, that’s worse than being called Princess, the fucking twat. In a month I’ll be eighteen. Besides, I haven’t been a kid for a very long time. Comes with the territory of being a gangster’s daughter.
“Ha! As if you would. I think my dad would have a few things to say about anoldwanker like you getting his rocks off over spanking akid!” I sass back, knowing I’m pushing all his buttons and loving every minute of it. Firstly, he’s not all that older than me, maybe around twenty-three. Secondly, he’d never raise a hand to me, unless it’s in the ring and he’s teaching me how to defend myself. Thirdly, he might be a fucking maniac and kill people for a living, but he isn’t a predator. The guy’s a straight up saint when it comes to women. In fact, I’ve heard he’s a gentleman, except in bed when, apparently, he's an animal or rather abeast, but only to women who are well over the age of consent. Not that I’ve asked around or anything. My cheeks flush at the thought, and I preoccupy myself with trying to pull off my gloves, which is no easy feat when you don’t have the use of your fingers.
“You know that mouth of yours is gonna get you in a shitload of trouble one of these days,” Beast remarks, chucking the boxing pads he was holding at Dom—my dad’s third in command—who catches them easily.
The reflexes on that man are insane. I witnessed him catching a knife by the blade once. Straight up thought it was going to bury itself in his forehead. It didn’t, though. Dom’s got a four inch scar on his palm for the trouble. In fact, he’s covered in them. He’s been involved in more fights than the local tomcat and that tomcat takes ondogs. Both of them are certifiably insane, like all my dad’s men, or ‘soldiers’ as he calls them. Funnily enough he looks like more of a beast than Beast does with a shorn head, squashed nose from it being broken so many times, and missing half an ear from when it was ripped off by an opposing fighter in the cage.
Yeah, the fights get bloody at Tales.
“What do you meangoingto get her in a shitload of trouble?” Dom asks, winking at me whilst I glare back at him. “She’s already causing a fucking problem with the local hoodrats. That fucker Hudson came over today sniffing around for Princess.”
“Hud is my friend, not ahoodrat,and I am NOT a princess!”
“Touchy subject, Princess?” Dom teases.
“Fuck you,Dom-I’ve-got-a-limp-dick,” I retort with a wan smile.
“Oh Princess, my dick most definitely limps. Have you seen the way it drags across the floor when I walk?”
Beast roars with laughter as my eyes stupidly drop to Dom’s crotch and the very sizeable bulge he has there. What is it with these men and their dick appreciation? If I had a sack of skin swinging between my legs like some elephant trunk, I wouldn’t be bragging about it. Fucking ugly if you ask me. I much prefer tits. Not that I have any… Maybe I’m a lesbian? I mull that thought over as I glance back at Beast who is watching me with a sudden intensity that makes my skin cover in goosebumps, my stomach lurch and my traitorous pussy tingle. Okay, so definitely into men then.
“Fuck sake,” I mutter under my breath.
“What’s the matter, Princess, cat got your tongue?” Beast asks, his voice low and lethal sounding.
I gulp. “Nope. Perfectly fucking fine, thank you very much,” I reply, arching a brow.
“I’ll leave you to lock up and get Princess home, yeah?” Dom asks, completely ignoring me and smirking at Beast.
“Yep. I got this,” Beast replies, turning his attention back to me as the door to the gym slams shut and Dom leaves us alone together. He stares at me, his leaf-green eyes bright in the fluorescent lights as I continue to struggle to remove my boxing gloves. “So you were saying something about me getting off on spanking kids?”
“It was ajoke,” I say, rolling my eyes and turning my back on him as I stride over to the other side of the ring. Only I don’t make it that far as Beast lifts me up and chucks me over his shoulder. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” I scream from my upside-down position, my face practically pressed against his ridiculously firm arse.
“I thought that was obvious,” he retorts with a low, rumbly chuckle that has my insides fucking squirming.
