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“What’s the point?” I force a laugh, even though there is nothing funny about this situation. “Just get on with it. Do your worst.”
“I’m not into beating the shit out of women for the sport of it. Goddamn you for forcing my hand, Sasha. God-fucking-damn you! I gave you one order. Just one, and you failed.” He breathes out through his mouth in a heavy sigh. “That doesn’t mean you don’t have a fighting chance. You can hit back. Give me all you’ve got, because if you puss out in any way, I’ll be that much harder. It’ll hurt ten times worse tomorrow.”
I unzip my boots and then toss them to the far hall when they’re off.
“Get up.”
I push off the rubber mat at the same time my brother pushes through the gym door, a scowl on his face. He stops several feet from us and crosses his arms.
“Don’t look to him to save you, sweetheart. You broke my rule, not his. He doesn’t even get a say. Your ass is mine until I say otherwise.” Dom flicks his index and middle finger in rapid succession, motioning for me to come at him. “Let’s go.”
I made a huge error tonight; perhaps one of the dumbest decisions I’ve ever made, but I’m making another. I go at him first, and then I show my move, giving him the upper hand to counter.
“Nah, big boy, you want me? Come and get me.”
“I got your big boy,” he says, grabbing his crotch over his black slacks. His dress shirt matches but the cuffs are rolled up to his elbows and the top button is undone, revealing a peek of his smooth chest.
“Thanks, but that’s a hard pass. My brother’s leftovers have never interested me.”
“If we’re going to swap, I’d much rather take Sienna for a round than your boy toy, little sister,” Krishna chimes in.
To my brother’s annoyance, Domenico ignores him, opting to continue staring a hole in my forehead, or trying to. Dom kicks his dress shoes off without losing eye contact with me, then he takes one step toward me and stops. He’s hoping I take the bait and come at him, but I don’t move, watching every limb on his body for any indication as to how he’s going to strike.
We do this dance for a minute. He moves to his right, I step to my right. Eventually he grows tired of getting nowhere, so when he throws out his left fist, I know he isn’t going to hit his mark. That was a distraction. His right elbow comes toward my jaw so I lean back, but my body continues falling as I didn’t see him sweep my feet out from under me. I go down hard.
He’s on top of me in the next breath, pressing his forearm into my throat. I buck my hips with all the strength in me, but he barely budges. I force my hips from side to side and dig my heels into the floor, pushing myself away. It works for a second until Dom punches me in the ribs and it hurts like a son of a bitch.
I have to admit, I’ve been nailed with fists, knees, shins, and they hurt every single time, but that blow topped them all. Either he’s tougher, stronger than I thought, or my brother has been going easy on me for years.
My anger spikes at the thought. I don’t have to be the best. There will always be someone better, but like hell is he taking me out that easily. He wants a knock-down-drag-out fight, so be it.
I ball my fist and slam it into the side of his head as hard as I can. He follows with a knee to the other side of my rib cage.
Dammit, boy.
Wrapping his hand around my throat, he squeezes as he pulls me into a standing position but doesn’t let up on my windpipe. I lift my knee and bring my foot down on this shin, but it doesn’t faze him.
He pulls something from his pocket. I glance down, trying to determine what type of weapon it is, but when he opens his hand and lifts it to my line of sight, I see it’s a small black box. “See this?” he asks. “This is the future you signed up for. I knew Ren was seeing a piece of ass but keeping it from us. Didn’t know it was you, but I knew it was someone. I found this in the top drawer in his room back home when I went back with Si.” He tosses it to the floor behind me and then shoves me down. “You aren’t leaving this room until that ring is on your ring finger.”
“Go fuck yourself,” I snarl, and for spite, I spit in his direction.
I didn’t know Ren got me a ring. He never said anything; didn’t show me one. Domenico is on my back, wrapping his legs around me and digging his heels into my groin before I process anything further. His forearm binds around my throat as he wraps his fingers around my wrist and then yanks me backward.
“Submit,” he seethes close to my ear.
“Not in a million years.” Being on the ground, grappling, is not my strong suit. I prefer to be on my toes. I should have paid more attention all those times I took classes with Ren instead of concentrating more on how great his body felt wrapped around mine. It’s why I never made it past the white belt in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. I was there for the boy, not to master any techniques.
“We have all night.” Dom’s forehead smashes into the back of my head and it feels like pain bursts from my eye sockets. What a fucking dick.
Rotating my shoulder and twisting my arm, I punch him in the side. Then I do it again and again, harder each time. Letting me go, he flips me onto my back with too much ease, like I’m nothing more than a rag doll.
Seeing his elbow coming toward my face, I jerk to the side. He’s quicker than me and recovers, changing directions, and nails me in the mouth. Metallic coats the inside as blood pours from someplace in that vicinity.
“Ready to put his ring on yet?” Dom quips.
“Ready to puke up your balls?”
“In case this little show hasn’t been obvious, you aren’t tough enough. Submit and make it easier on yourself, Sasha. It’s that easy.”
