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"Not going to happen."
"Just do as we say."
Her escape path was blocked off by three excessively exquisite male specimens, who still boggled her mind every time she looked at them because how could they be that handsome? How?
With their arms folded over their wide chests, they adamantly stared her down. She was not going to win this fight.
"Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you about what a slow study I am when you give up in defeat. But rest assured, I’ll still say I told you so."
They hadn’t given up on her. They were patient when she needed them to be and stern when she needed that too.
Two hours later, she had mastered a smooth move that, when executed right, could totally have her opponent crumbling to the floor.
They had made her try the move out on them with full strength, and while they didn’t go down, they told her it was enough to bring almost anyone else to their knees.
All she had to do was wait for the girl to throw the first punch. Block the punch with one hand, and then use the side of the palm of her other hand and whip it against the neck of the girl. Apparently, there were tendons there that somehow created what felt like an electric shock and totally took people by surprise. They also taught her a backup move. The heel of her palm under her opponent's chin.
Suddenly feeling 100% empowered, she was looking forward to reclaiming her power as far as the other girl went. But she couldn’t deny that every time they stood close to her and touched her, their hands on her waist to stop her from stumbling over, their soft, rough voices in her ear as they instructed her, her body remained in a constant state of intense heat. Her panties were soaked, her nipples were hard, and her heart was noisily troubled.
The next day arrived quicker than she wanted. But today was the day. She was either going to get her ass kicked or she was going to kick ass. She preferred the latter, and then she started to reaffirm it. If she did everything they taught her how to do, she was going to crush this fight.
But then nothing they had packed for her seemed appropriate. She needed something dazzling. Something that was quintessentially her.
"Ready?" Beckett asked when she came out of the bedroom and found them in the kitchen. Dressed in their signature bespoke suits, looking like models off a catwalk, Rayne managed to stifle a moan before it escaped her mouth.
"No. Can we stop at my apartment first?" They had made it clear they were going with her, so she didn’t bother arguing.
"Why? What do you need?"
"Proper clothes. If, on the off chance, she still manages to deck me, I want to at least look pretty, not like a hobo, thanks to the collection of clothes you packed for me."
She didn’t miss the grins on their faces, which they shared with each other before they nodded.
"Thank you," she said sassily but with a smile on her face.
Once at her apartment, she picked out her prettiest skirt, a flirty little pleated floral linen and nylon mini skirt that was ultra-feminine. She paired it with a halterneck top and a pair of turquoise stilettos. With her hair already curled and her make-up on point, she felt even more empowered in her outfit.
She was ready to go and face her nemesis.
As they pulled into the deserted area under a bridge late in the afternoon, Rayne thought she was going to throw up as the sight of her enemy came into view, but she wasn’t alone. She had brought a whole army with her.
Oh crap. There were at least fifteen men with her. In a word, she was toast.
They climbed out of the four-wheel. Nerves kept her rooted to the spot.
"Come on, bitch. I don’t have the whole day. You got my money, or am I acquainting my fist with your face?" The girl shouted from the other end.
Oh god, she was going to die. Worse, Beckett, Aston, and Keaton were going to see her die. She couldn’t think of anything more embarrassing.
"You got this," Aston told her.
"Go do your thing," Keaton said with a huge smile.
Beckett nodded.
Taking a huge breath, she and her tormentor started to close the distance between them. The sound of her heels on the concrete sounded like grenades going off in her ears.
"I don’t have your money. So I guess that means..."
