“Sorry guys. I’m fine. Were taking a break from training to day. Since the fight is tomorrow, I thought I would treat you guys to something my father would do for me before a match” She gave them a half smile, as she was still slightly red in the face. Standing up the twins mirrored her, walking out the door jogging down. Sara was chewing her lip, as she walked over to Riae.
    “Yes?” She asked, rubbing her neck.

    “This just came in for you” Handing her a small piece of paper. Opening it her eyes scan over, before its crumbled. Shaking Sara looks worried, as she takes a step back.
    “Riae?” She whispers.

    “Excuse me” Grinding her teeth, she stalks off into the spare room they normally use. Sara quickly rushes to the desk, picking up the phone hitting a button.
    “Sir, she’s….” Nodding she hung the phone up, just as her fathers door opens. Running down the stairs, Sara points to the back room. Following him the twins freeze as Riae is full on attacking the punching bag, her knuckles covered in blood. Swinging her leg out it cracks, connecting with the center of the bag rocking it back and forth.

    “RIAE, ENOUGH”  Her father yells. Another loud crack as she repeats her movements. Then another, followed by two more. Moving to her side, he grabs her arm only to have her push him away. Tears are pouring down her face, as she pivots her body.

    “RIAE NOO. DON’T” He yells reaching to get up. The loud thundering crack, echo’s through the room before the bag rips pouring sand to the wooden floor. Gripping the top half of the bag, her father curses. Dropping to the floor, her left knee twisted out of shape the twins run to her. Her fingers grip the fallen sand, as she looks up at them.

    “Get her out of here, she doesn’t need to come back today” Her father yells, getting to his feet. Nodding cause the twins don’t need to be told twice, Owen picks her up. Opening the door for them Van waits, opening the door out of the gym as they head to the car.
    “I need to go home first” She whimpers. Looking over at his brother, he nods. Parking in her lot, they get her into the apartment. Placing her down, she stumbles bracing herself on the table.
    “Sorry guys” She mumbles.   

    “What were you thinking” Owen growls quietly.
    “What happened Riae?” Van asks, as they watch her shuffle to the bathroom. Keeping their hands ready to catch her at a drop of a hat, she makes it into the small room sitting on the toilet seat lid.

    “Its nothing” She huffs, opening the side cabinet. Leaning on the frame, they watch her grab for a few things before standing back up. Resting her left shoulder on the wall, lacing her fingers into the tight pants she pulls them down. It would have been sexually stimulating if they hadn’t of noticed the huge black and blue swelling knee cap.
    “Shit” They both said. She giggled, sitting back down.
    “This isn’t funny Riae” Owen barked.

    “It is a little bit” Grabbing some rubbing cream, as her hands slowly working on her bad knee. Biting her lip she sighed, taking her hands away, before wrapping the knee with a nude colored bandage. Lifting up she reached for them, taking her hands helping her out.
    “Bedroom” She pleaded, slowly walking her to the bedroom. She walked them to a dresser, opening the bottom draw pulling out a metal brace.
    “Riae?” Van asked, eyeing the contraption.
    “Its fine guys” Sitting on the floor, after she grabbed a pair of jeans from the closet. Pulling the pants up, her bad leg moving slower. Hooking the brace over her jeans, she twisted the bolts. Gripping the dresser, pulling herself up.

    “I don’t know where you think your going” Owen huffed, taking her hand.
    “I told you I have to get you guys ready for tomorrow”
    “No, your knee looks like pounded flesh. The only thing your doing is relaxing in that bed.” Snapping at her. Turning her gaze to Owen, she touched his face softly before slapping him. Causing his mouth to open.

    “Don’t treat me like a child. I am a grow ass woman, If I said I’m fine then I’m fine. Now were going and your going to listen to me” Thinning her eyes out at him, as he rubbed his cheek. It didn’t hurt nearly as bad as it sounded, it did however stun him. Van chuckled as he smiled in his brothers direction. Knowing that Owen wouldn’t retaliate on her, gave Van a bigger grin. His brother was always the more extreme one, when it came to his temper. Now with someone a little more fragile them himself, Owen was forced to bend to her will or risk breaking.


~Riae~

I’d only been in the office for a few minutes, when I phone started ringing off the hook. Turned out to be a competing club down town, we’ve been having a problem with them for a while now. They think we invaded their territory, which is bull hockey. I’d been civil with this man, for some time now. But he was pushing all the wrong button on me today, not to mention I was still very much tired.

Pacing my small office, the twins walked in. I was thankful to them, for getting me a coffee. Then as quickly as I was happy, I was snapped back into the shit hole this moron seemed to bring everywhere he went. His mouth started flapping like some over priced business men, who sold me that piece of shit ford when I was 18.

There are only a few things that set me off, one being you never mess with my family. The other being you stay away from my loves, and as of right now I was falling for the twins. They had something, that I just couldn’t describe. Even if I never slept with them again, I’d still be drawn to them. Everything about the two sparked something hidden deep in me, as if they were the missing puzzle piece to my crazy world.

They watched as I screamed into the phone, like some crazy mad woman after a bad break up. Calling the looser every name that came to my dirty mind, he’d said nasty things about my twins. Big mistake, no ones allowed to pick on them but me. He was challenging our training methods, along with my fathers name. He had some balls, going after my fathers title. Dad had worked from group zero, making it to the big times. Anyone with half a brain knew my father wasn’t a cheater, but here this low life was barking all kinds of accusations. Saying his new guy was something to be bowed to, when really the little bugger didn’t even know how to wipe his own ass properly.

As far as I was concerned, he probably took his whiskey in a sippy cup. The thought of a pacifier in his mouth instead of a mouth guard, flash taking away some of the anger. Slamming the phone down, I paced a little more. I needed to fight, if I could beat him there wouldn’t be any heir say. But father would never allow me to fight, not after what happened before. He’s put my brother Brad in before he’d ever consider putting me in.

Just like clock work dad walked in, we disused thing. Or more like I shot hot lave out of my mouth, like I needed a good release. After arguing with me, I took the coffee from Owen who clearly looked worried. Relaxing before pulling myself together, I still had to work today. The twins shouldn’t have to suffer because I have a short fuse, for that stupid man.

Getting up we headed down, as Sara handed me a note. Reading it my blood spiked as my temper rose with it, shaking from head to toe I needed to burn off some of this adrenaline. Leaving I closed the door to the room, in which I always take the twins. Father entered yelling at me, but it was muffled as I rocked the back over and over again. I needed this, the thing we call the tunnel. Where a fighter blacks out everything else, focusing solely on their task. My task was to split this bag, I could feel the fibers pulling after each pounding.

Knowing it wouldn’t hold up much longer, it was an older bag. It’d been used for a few years, so I wasn’t particularly worried about taking to long. What I wasn’t ready for was the small shift in my weight, as my knee caught the bag before it ripped. My father screamed, as Igriped the bag. Pounding pain rushed up my leg, reminding me I had steel pins in my knee.

    “Get her out of here, she doesn’t need to come back today” My father snapped, as the twins came to my aid. How pathetic I was suppose to be training them, and I couldn’t even walk out on my own two feet. Owen carried me taking me to my house, helping me to the bathroom. Dressing my wound, they seemed even more surprised. I guess when you see it on a day to day basis you forget about it. Giving Owen an easy slap to the face, as he tried to baby me. I’m not so weak I wont kick his ass, though I think he’d like it to much.
    Pulling my sneaker back on, running my hand over my head. They watched my every move, like when we first met.

    “Alright lets go” With the heat crème and brace, I was walking more normally. Hopping down the stairs, they huffed at me. Raising my hand they looked away, making me laugh. Getting into their car, I was seriously getting tired of sitting on someone’s lap.

“You guys need a car with a back seat” Shifting on Van.
    “You like a back seat do you?” Van purred into my ear. Blushing I can’t believe I left myself open for that.
    “Why doesn’t everything have to be dirty with you two?” Rolling my eyes. Shocked as Owen commented on that.
    “Hi were the Cunning brothers” Wiggling his brows.
    “Oh my. Did you just try to make a funny?” Leaning closer to him. Chuckling a little, he turned back to being serious.
    “He did, he tried to make a funny. Aww he’s so cute” Poking his cheek. Catching my finger in his mouth, he sucked on it making he squeal. Pulling back he grinned.
    “Your brother is scaring me” Looking at Van.

    “I wouldn’t worry to much, love” Holding me tighter. Pulling into the one place that makes me feel relaxed, I pushed open the door.
    “Where are we?” They ask, looking at the Zen gardens.
    “We are in paradise” Giggling as I make my way into the Chinese looking building. The male at the desk, looks up doing a double take.
    “aww Mrs. Riae.” Grinning. He’s got a Chinese accent, as he says my name.
    “Hi Kim” Elbowing the guys, so they don’t laugh.
    “Aww we still have your picture, see” Pointing to the good size portrait of me.
    “Ohh right… I forgot about that” Laughing nervously. Walking over to the picture, the twins gape at it.

    “This is you?” They ask turning around.
    “Yes, I did a little bit of modeling when I was younger”
    “Just how young” Owen huffed. Looking at the pin up of me in the tattoo shop, for a local cover on tattooed women.
    “Umm two years” Coughing it out, as I turned away. Hearing them growl as they stalked to me, I spoke with Kim.
    “Can I get the usual with two extras, for them.”
    “Aww Fight tomorrow?”
    “Yea” Smiling as I handed him my credit card. Sliding my card, he handed it back to me.
    “Okay rooms four, five and six” Handing me three keys. Walking down the hallway, I stopped at the first door.

    “Okay so here you go. We have three steps, then I’ll see you in the open bath.”
    “Say what?” Van asked, just as confused as his brother.
    “This” Waving my hand around the place.
    “Is a Chinese medicine retreat, your getting a message first. Then sauna, followed by a cold dip. That’s when I met you in the bath.” Handing them each a key.
    “Coach have you lost your mind?” Van asks. Rolling my eyes, I see some of the girls.
    “Hey ladies”

    “Riae your back, ohh who did you bring?”
    “This is Owen and Van. Their my fighters, guys this is Trish and Tanya they’re your masseuses.” Smiling as the girls looked like I just brought them a bowl of fudge, without the calories.
    “Oh Tanner will be out in a minute” Tanya says. The twins eyes thin as they look at me.
    “Okay thanks” The girls let the guys settle in, but they have frozen to the floor   
    “Guys?” Opening my door which is across the hall.
    “Who’s Tanner?” Owen growls first.
    “He’s my masseur”
    “Hell no” In unison.
    “Guys what’s the big deal? I come here every so often, Tanner is always the one who I get.” That didn’t seem to help matters. Pinching my nose, as I try to think of a way for them not to kill the poor soul.