Dad keeping an eye on him, so that I wont get hurt. Hits to the groin or head are an automatic out. At least in our gym, in the real fights there isn’t any rules. You either tap out or knock out. Another kick as he steps to me, grabbing his leg while bringing my elbow down on his knee. He groans before pushing me to the side.

    “That wasn’t nice” He growls threw the mouth piece. Rolling my eyes again, I keep my focus. He’s to busy mending his ego to see my feet switch, as I fake a leg kick. Spinning to the left, upper cutting into his ribs. Coughing he grabs his stomach, stepping away I wait for him to get back up. Pushing off the mats, a few have stopped to watch. My father allowing them to see me fight is a rare treat, or so Sara says. The furry of kicks that come my way, have my father stepping closer to the both of us. Tucking my arms to my chest, to protect myself…I wait.

    His leg grows tired, and I strike out. Wiping my leg around, cracking into his ribs. Doubling the kick again, making sure to hit the same spot. Dropping my foot, only to spin the other way, kicking his other side. Wiping my face as sweat started to drip into my eyes. Looking at my father as he’s grinning from ear to ear. Justin sees me not looking and sends a power house round kick into my head. Dropping to the mat, everything is spinning. I can hear my father screaming, and people holding him back from killing Justin.

    Pushing off the floor, the ringing slowly stops. Shaking my head, I spit the mouth guard out. Fueled with the desire to kick his ass. Turning to see him, he’s grinning.
    “Oops” Shrugging his shoulder. Spitting a little blood on the mat, taking a few steps to him. Holding my hands back up, my father pushes the guys away. Looking me over, but I wont look away again.

    “Still itch for more?” Chuckling. Stepping to me, I relaxed my breathing as I studied his movements. His foot hit the mark, and I sprang. Double pumping my fists, clocking him in the jaw, before landing another punch to his chest. Turning so my leg could get a better angle, my heel pounded into the lower part of his spine. Watching as his body dropped to the mats, Spitting a little bit more as the blood pooled in my mouth. Holding his body he wasn’t getting up anymore.
    “Jerk” Wiping my nose, before walking off the mats.
    “Riae.” My father taking my head in his large hands.
    “I’m fine” Stepping back.

    “No, that was a huge blow.” Looking in my eyes, making sure they weren’t clouded.
    “Dad really I’m good” Patting his shoulder. Sighing he nods, letting me walk to the lockers. Taking yet another shower, before putting on my original clothes. Twisting my hair into another bun, looking my face over in the mirror. A small cut is over my right eye. Frowning, but thrilled I took out my eyebrow piercing.  Cause that would of hurt like a bitch. Tossing the towel into the hamper, I head back to my office.

    Feeling the soreness already, wasn’t a good sign. Luckily for me, my drink still looked cold as I sucked down the last few sips. The pounding in my head, giving me a migraine. Opening one of the many desk draws, pulling out a pain killer. A knock at my door had my head looking up.
    “Hey” Smiling as I see my oldest brother Brad.
    “Hey, when you get here?” Dry swallowing the pills.
    “Few minutes ago.” Looking at the bottle, before hugging me.
    “How’s everything?”
    “Fine, you alright. Dad told me” Frowning as he looked at my cut eye.
    “Its fine. Please don’t go ape on me.” Sitting back down.
    “Riae you shouldn’t be training.”

    “Brad if you start this shit now, I swear to god” Rolling my fingers over my desk.
    “I’m just saying” Razing his hands in defeat.
    “Yes well I’m just saying I can take care of myself” Sticking my tongue out at him.
    “Very mature sis. I was going to pick up dad lunch. You want anything?” Turning in my door way.
    “Ohh yes, a double cheeseburger with all the extras” He scoffs at me.
    “How do you eat that shit” Rolling his stunning eyes.
    “Easy I put in my mouth” Opening my mouth and making a grunting sound. Laughing he heads back downstairs. My eyes widen, before I dart to the railing over looking down below.
    “Brad” I yell as he looks back up.

    “I want curly fries to” Shaking his head, he leaves. Grinning as my hands lace behind the back of my head. Doing a report for  dad, my brother knocks.
    “Ohh I love you” Sticking my hands out, pulling my fingers in and out like a child. Chuckling he drops the bag on my desk. Sitting in one of the two chairs I have.
    “Your gunna eat with me?” Shocked.

    “Yea, problem?” Taking a bite of his chicken club.
    “No, just surprised is all.” He shrugs. Taking out my fries and play with one. We eat in comfortable silence, before I start to think everything threw. Brad doesn’t do anything without a reason, looking at him I see him looking down below. Frowning I knew he wasn’t here to see me.
    “What’s your deal” Growling as I toss a valuable fry at him. Picking off his pants, he razes his brow.

    “What are you talking…”
    “Don’t bullshit me. You never eat with me, unless your up to no good” Frowning cause I see the hint of surprise in his eyes.
    “Really Riae I just…”
    “Save it. I know why you’re here” Finishing off my burger.
    “Really” Leaning forward, tossing his wrapper into my trash can.
    “Yes. You want to see my new clients and threaten them” He gulps, only making me more mad.
    “Go home Bradley” Pointing out my door. I never use his full name, unless he pisses me off.
    “Come on, sis. I’m just…” Holding his hands out.
    “Get out! Get out now.” Standing up and helping his feet move faster, as I shove his oversize body out my door.

    “Riae” Standing outside my door, as I close it in his face. Twisting the blinds. Groaning as I sit back down in my chair. At least I got lunch out of it, shrugging. Knowing when he’s gone cause his clomping boots trail down the stairs.
    “Idiot” scrolling threw the internet. Checking the clock. 3:33pm.

Sighing I feel cooped up in here, I need some fresh air. Pushing my chair to the wall, before grabbing my door handle. Pulling it open as a wall of dark flesh stands ready to knock. Not one but two, heavily built men blink at me. Glad I had a good grip on the door knob, as I was about to fall over from the shock. Without being able to see anything around them, I stood waiting for them to say something.

    Dark eyes an almost black color stair back at my green ones. Just as dark hair, flows to one side. Each sporting a six back of their own, while still having room for other muscles I have yet to see on some of the guys below. One wearing a bright red hoodie, as the other was in a olive green jacket. It was becoming increasingly hot in my small office, as they were emitting more body heat then a pack of dogs in heat. Chocking on my throat as I opt to speak first.

    “Can I help you?” Looking from one to the other. They seemed to be having a silent conversation with themselves, as they looked down at me. Standing a little more then my 5’ 10’’ , maybe 6 something. Without speaking they pushed into my office, one closing the door. As the other sat in a chair, looking around.

Awesome…..my inner woman rolled her eyes.

Taking my seat looking them over. Sitting silently watching my every move. Sighing as my hand pushed threw still damn hair. Pulling out my hair tie, tossing my hair a bit. Before putting it in a ponytail.
    “Okay…so…” Looking at them, still sitting like they hadn’t a thing to say.
    “You two must be Owen and Van?” Watching for any expression.

Nothing….not a god damn thing… okay lets try something new….

Tossing my lunch trash into the bin, I fold my hands over my desk.
    “Okay well if you two are done fucking with me, you can leave” Pointing to the door, before going back to my computer. My eyes picked up two grins, as the red hoodie looked to his brother.
    “She’s feisty” That deep dark sexy voice, shivering me. His brother, caught it and grinned more.
    “I agree” Sounding just like his brother. Gulping I tried to ignore them. In unison they leaned forward, pushing my computer out of the way. My seat hit the wall as I tried to put some space between us.

Not happening…..she bellowed.


Dark eyes seemed hallow as dry lips were licked, as if they could read each other. Doing everything in almost perfect unison. My eyes flickering back to the other, trying to figure who was more of a threat.

Both….she chirped.

A knock at my door, had them dropping back into seat. Exhaling a breath I didn’t think I was holding, I got up. My dad was looking between me and the two, before back at me.
    “Everything alright?” Grinding his teeth, ready to toss them both over the railing.
    “Yes” Nodding. Getting my head back in the game. He didn’t seem convinced, but nodded sending them a glare. Leaving the door opened seemed like a really good idea. Turning to them, I sighed.
    “Since your new to my cliental, I need to see you fight” Watching as they shook their hair, before standing up.
    “Waste of time” One grumbled. Before walking past me. The heat I was feeling wasn’t like the previous encounter, now I was pissed.

“Pussies” I huffed, just loud enough for them to hear. Both froze, mid step down the third one. Turning heads like snakes, eyes snapped as they connected to mine.
    “What was that?” The other turning all the way around.
    “You heard me” Waving them off, as I walked past my fathers office, and around the corner to the ring. Travis was working with Tyler when they saw me.
    “Hey beautiful” Tyler called.

    “Huh! Hi Ty” Trying not to give him to much attention. Both walked over to me. Caging me next to the ring, Tyler smelling me like a dog. While Travis twisting a piece of my hair around his fingers.
    “When you going to let us take you out?” Travis grinned, as I scoffed.
    “When you learn how to fight” Pushing past them, as the twins came out from the railing. Watching me as the guys continued to ask me out.

    “Come on Riae, you’ll love it. I promise” Giggling his eyebrows,
    “Ty, you got nothing I want.” Running my finger in the air.
    “How do you know till to taste it?” Lifting up his tank, while running his fingers over a semi okay six pack. Honestly it was nothing compared to the twins. Picking up some of the used towel, tossing them into the hamper. My eyes locked with the twins again, grinning like a devil, I just had a great idea.

    “I’ll tell you what boys” Swaying my hips as I walked to him. Their eyes eating it up.
    “You convince my new clients to spar, and win. And I’ll go out with you” Flashing my pretty whites.
    “Done” Saying in unison as they turned heading to the twin. Chuckling as they challenged them, the twins glaring at me. Shrugging I pouted my lips. They seemed to growl, before tossing their jacket and hoodie to the floor. Licking my lips as I now was graced with stunning tattoo art.

Were screwed…she moaned checking them out more.