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My muscles tighten, and I have to forcefully keep myself from ripping Seijo of Aurora. I find no joy in watching a woman get beaten.
Christ, I can’t believe D’Angelo and Sartori sent their daughters here without any prior training.
Abigail and Aurora must learn how cruel our world is, or they won’t live for long. My sister could kick a grown man’s ass at the age of ten.
I shake my head, unable to understand why the two women’s parents raised them to be so vulnerable.
“Jesus,” Abigail sobs, and when she darts forward, my arm shoots out to stop her. I grab hold of her, yanking her to my side, my grip merciless as I keep her from intervening.
Abigail tries to rip free from me, her eyes wildly flying between her friend and me. “Please!” she begs, her face crumbling.
“Enough!” I snap at Seijo.
I point at Aurora lying on the floor in a world of pain. With rage roaring through my veins, I lock eyes with Abigail. “You did this to your friend. If you could fight, you’d be able to protect her. If she could fight, she wouldn’t have had her ass handed to her. Next time you walk into my studio, you better take the lessons seriously, or one of you will be carried out on a stretcher.” My tone is brutal as I bite out, “Do. You. Understand. Me?”
Abigail’s skin is deathly pale, and there’s none of her careless attitude as she nods, “I understand.”
“This is not a playground for a socialite,” I mutter as I let go of her arm. “This is where you learn the difference between staying alive to fight another day or dying.”
She nods again, and with caution and horror darkening her eyes, she hurries to her friend’s side.
Abigail helps Aurora to her feet before asking, “May we be excused from class?”
“Yes.” I snap and glance away from the women before explaining my actions. “I knew it would hurt you more to watch Aurora being beaten. By using the person you love most, I taught you a lesson you’ll never forget. Do you now understand why I didn’t let you fight?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good.” As Abigail and Aurora leave the room, I turn my attention to the remaining four attendees and order, “Get back to the lesson!”
My uncle better find a replacement quickly before I kill someone. I’m not cut out for this shit.
Guilt tries to creep into my chest because I allowed Aurora to get beaten up, but I squash it quickly. What I did today can save the women’s lives. Hopefully, they’ll take their training seriously from now on.
Either they toughen up, or they won’t live long enough to see their twenty-fifth birthdays when they leave the protection of St. Monarch’s.
Paula manages to flip her brother on his ass, and I give her a nod of approval. “Good. Do it again.”
Focusing on the woman, who’s doing her best to learn combat fighting, I step closer to give her some pointers.
When the class comes to an end, I head to Uncle Carson’s office. The guards see me coming and quickly open the door.
My uncle takes one look at me, then lets out a chuckle. “I’m working on it.”
“Not fast enough,” I grumble, but there’s no menace in my tone. “Sartori and D’Angelo have zero fighting skills.”
Uncle Carson stands up from behind his desk and lets out a sigh. “That’s why they’re here.”
“They’re going to hold the other four back.” I shake my head. “The women need intensive one-on-one training. Stat.”
Uncle Carson looks at me, amusement all over his face. He loves the fact that the women are annoying the fuck out of me. “Pair two of the fourth-year attendees with them so you can keep focusing on the other four.”
“Sir,” one of the guards says to get our attention. “There’s an altercation in the armory. The bratva and the yakuza.”
“Just what I fucking need,” I mutter as I stalk to the door. Leaving the office, I call out, “Get the replacement before I kill all the attendees.”
Chapter 4
Abbie
