She's the devil

5. Fight

Denvil Santiago

Great.. He had to be here, didn't he? Xavier was pulling up. His back facing me. He has a lot of tattoos all over his back and biceps. He was wearing only some basketball shorts. After a few moments I realized I was looking a minute too long.

"Like what you see," he said. When I didn't respond he said "Let's see what you can do" as he threw me black hand wraps.

"Sure" I said as I put the water bottle down and started to wrap my hands. He threw dark red boxing gloves at me. I put them on and walked over to the boxing range, where he was already standing. While he was doing his stretching routine, I did mine, getting ready to beat his ass.

When we got in the boxing range, we got in the defending positions. When he threw a punch to my face, I dodged it, barely. Then I threw a punch towards his ribs. I did that few more times and he punched me in the stomach. I winced at the pain going through my stomach..

"We can stop if you want," he said with a smirk plastered on his face. Wow. The guy that needs my help to assassinate, really thinks I'm weak . I used this moment to punch him in the ribs and he stumbled back a little. I just used his vulnerability to push him to the ground. But after a few seconds he pulled my leg and I was now on top of him.

He switched us, so he was on top of me. His big body was now trapping mine, like a lion trapping its prey right before eating it alive. But the difference is, I'm not his prey. He's mine, he just doesn't know it yet.

A little girl couldn't kill a big, muscly mob boss, she couldn't even hurt him a little.

But the thing is, I'm not the little girl.

He was now leaning in close to my ear.

"I like this position" his whisper came out with a smirk..

"I bet you do," I said, annoyed by his closeness to me.

"Too bad I don't" I said as I switched us again so I was on top and got off of him.

Damn liar.

He got up as well. Xavier took off his gloves and wraps and I did the same. Then he went to lift and I started running on the treadmill. I made perfectly sure I didn't check out how his muscles flexed while doing that. And how his plump ass filled the basketball shorts. Of course.

After a while he stopped and went to get his phone and water bottle from the little table. "Be ready in an hour, I need to run some errands." He left without letting me respond.

After about five minutes I took my bottle and walked upstairs to my room.

Usually I like my workouts longer, but I suppose I've to go get ready.

Axie was sleeping on the floor, but Cleo was still on the bed. I went into my bathroom, started the shower.

I got rid of my workout clothes and stepped into the shower, the hot water healing my bruised body. Then I put some shampoo on my hair and wash it, then I wash my body with my favorite blueberry body wash I took from my penthouse.

I step out of the shower. I take the big baby pink towel and wrap it around my body. Then I take out a hair dryer. And do my hair. I usually don't do my full-face make-up myself, but today I have no one to help me.

I swipe my blood red lipstick over my lips, I took the lipstick when I was at my penthouse.

It's my signature after all.

My fingers find the scar on the side of my jaw on their own, running along the soft flesh.

The scar that almost ended me. A long thin scar running along my jaw, the reason I went 'missing'.