The mafia ball.

24|Admit It, You Want Me

Nova's POV

I swing my leg high and fast, my foot catching his face sending him down with a groan. He pushes himself back up and circles around me with his arms up, defending himself. I watch him carefully as he pivots around me. I notice his left ankle is his weak one making it a target for me. I go to punch him, he doges but before I even connect my fist with his face, I swing my leg under his weak ankle. He falls on the hard ground in pain. I straddle him and place my arm over his neck, I've won.

"Okay! I surrender." He holds his hands up, panting beneath me.

I can't help the smug smile that lifts. He rolls his eyes and playfully glares at me. "What's that? The third, seventh time?" I tease him, tapping my chin in mock thought.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever, get your heavy ass off me." He pushes me away from him and I roll off of him with a laugh.

"Sore loser." I tease, standing up from the floor and wiping away the sweat that gathered on my forehead from the intense training.

"I'll admit it." He nods his head but I can see the but coming along. I narrow my eyes in suspicion. "Only if...we never tell anyone that this happened." I laugh as he holds his hand out to shake.

With a roll of my eye, I take his hand in mine and shake it. "Ever." I laugh again, snatching my hand back.

"I promise. I won't hurt your poor ego." I pout at him. He flips me off as he grumbles to himself.

"See yeah later, Nova." He waves as he leaves the gym.

"Yeah, I'll catch you later, Ethan." I wave him good bye. The door closes behind him leaving me in silence in the big echoing room.

With a sigh, I put my headphones on and grab my daggers. Lining my stance up, I let out a slow breath and focus on the target ahed of me. Pulling the dagger back so the grip is lined with my ear, I flick my wrist and watch it slip out of my hand and fly through the air. Every time I throw it it's like I'm watching it In slow motion. It flys through the air at the speed of lighting, cutting through the air gracefully. Then it plants it's self into the target and it all comes rushing back.

Bullseye.

I pull out another one and just like last time, deep breath, lining it up with my ear and flicking my wrist. However, my arm doesn't move nor does the dagger as a hand clamps down onto my arm stopping me. Natural instincts kick in, i grip the arm and twist it around so the persons back is against my chest, i kick the back of their knee making them go down onto the floor, taking me with them. A rush of air runs through me as we fall and I freeze.

I know that smell all to well.

"Grayson." I spit in anger.

He rolls us over so now my back is against the floor and he hovers over me. "Miss me, Angel?" He cocks an eyebrow, smirking down at me. I knee him in the balls and straddle him. Pulling a dagger out and holding it against his throat, applying not enough pressure to kill him but to warn him.

"I don't even think of you." I glare at his stupid face that continues to smirk at me with amusement.

"Really? So how come your body still reacts to my touch?" He whispers huskily to me. His eyes bore into mine as his lips, just a mere inch away, taunting me. With myself distracted, he flips us over. His hips meet mine and I let out a harsh breath to stop myself from moaning. He leans into me, teasing me with his breath against my lips. "How come, when I touch you, goosebumps travel across your skin?" His finger trails lightly up and down my arm. "Or how come, when my lips go near yours, you part them?" His lips hover over mine, grazing them.