New Life (Book 1)

Chapter 11 - Capable, or Nah?

He lifted his hand weakly, and tapped his hand frantically on the mat. I released him, and got up.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" he gasped.

"Me? What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I yell. "Why didn't you tap?"

"Uh..." he said, looking around the room. I raised my eyebrows.

"Fucking egotistical men," I grumble. "Letting their pride get the better of them."

He rolled his eyes.

"Whatever," he said. "Endurance is next."

I smirk.

Another one of my many talents.

"Fine by me," I say. "Where are we running?"

"Follow me," he said. He led me through a door in the back of the gym. It led to a room with lots of muscle-building machines.

"Damn," I said.

He grins, and points to a treadmill.

"Start running," he says.

"Okee dokee," I say. I jog over to the machines, and press a few buttons. The machine starts moving, and I jump on.

Easy breezy.

Not even out of breath.

After about ten minutes, he walked over, and ups the speed. I roll my eyes.

"What?" he asks sarcastically. "Just trying to see what you're capable of."

Capable of?! This bitch wants to see what I'm fucking CAPABLE of?

"Let's see," I said, still running. "I'm capable of kicking your ass, running for hours on end with no breaks or water, getting straight mother fucking A's, and all sorts of things you'll never discover."

"I'd bet one of those things involves you, a man, and a bedroom," he muttered, rolling his eyes.

I backflipped off the treadmill, and landed on my feet. Kicking up, I caught his jaw with the edge of my heel. I punched his gut, and as he bent over, I knocked him down, on to his back. I flipped him over, straddled him, and locked my arm around his neck.

"If you ever, and I mean EVER, say something like that to me again, I will pull your stupid assed little-brained head off of your body. We both know I could, if I wanted to. I don't take kindly to slutty insults, or any insults for that matter. Watch your pervy little fucking mouth around me, Dimitri what ever the fuck your last name is," I said, my tone promising death.

"Russo Bianche," he said.

"What?" I asked, taken aback.

"My last name. It's Russo Bianche," he said. "And you have my sincerest apologies for what I said. It was unnecessary, and rude, and it'll never happen again."

I nodded.

"Good," I said, releasing him from the choke hold. "It better not."

"I give you my word, Miss Kacie," he said, bowing with a light grin on his face.

"Now, this doesn't mean you are forgiven," I said. "However, I'm done for the day. Maybe we can continue tomorrow."

He frowned, but nodded.

"I'll knock when dinner is ready," he said.

"Okay, thanks Russo," I said.

"Russo?" he asked.

"It's your new name," I said, smirking. "Deal with it."

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Again, it's been WAY too long. Sorry for not updating sooner, no time. "School first" as they say....

Till next time!

~R