Inna's pov
I knew I was awake the moment sleep ceased almost immediately when I felt movement in my room. Keeping my eyes closed, I inhaled slowly as I reached for my dagger under the pillow before ever-so-slowly opening one of my eyes, tightening my grip around the hilt.
The moment my eyes snapped open, I turned my body and aimed the dagger at the movement behind me. The invader let out a scream of fright as my jaw dropped at Olga who froze in place, the dagger implanted in the wood just above my head. "Olga!" I screamed, scrambling out of my bed, Olga's breathing was heavy and my eyes were wide with terror. "I'm sorry! I thought you were an enemy!"
"Why do you have a fucking dagger under your pillow?!" Olga yelled making I bite my lips. "What on earth?" Olga cursed again and questioned me, my eyes dancing around the scene.
"I'm sorry. I thought that you were someone else,"
Shit.
"Who?"
My supposed to be a sister?
"Nothing, why are you here?"
"Sin told me to come and get you for the training," Olga said making I curse-I didn't forget but I did sleep so late waiting for Ace that I didn't have any count of the time, it just went along.
I locked eyes with Olga, a wicked glint in my gaze. "You know," I drawled, my voice dripping with a twisted sense of amusement, "if you were one of the cards I gamble with, you'd be the club." There was a dangerous edge to my tone as if hinting at the deadly game we were both a part of. Olga's lips curled into a sly smile, her eyes gleaming with a teasing challenge. "What a pleasure," she asked, her voice laced with an almost mocking curiosity. She leaned in closer, the air between us thick with unspoken tension.
I tilted my head slightly, a shadow of a grin playing at the corners of my mouth. I watch as her smile widens, a hint of something dark and knowing in her eyes. "Well," she said, her voice soft yet laced with a subtle threat, "I'm glad you let me into your house of cards, Inna." Her words were a whispered promise, a reminder that in this game of shadows and secrets, nothing was ever as it seemed.
The sound of skin hitting worn vinyl and the grunts and groans of grown men trying to beat each other up surrounded Inna. No matter how much I tried to ignore the distractions we were making especially that someone who had kissed me last night-
The memory of our kiss stared at me like a witch- it inked my heart and soul, It was a sober kiss not like the ones before, and I wasn't sure if the next time it would happen, my legs would make me stand or not.
Over and over again, I told myself to leave and never come back. When I was covered in sweat and my muscles were sore, crying out for relief, the first part was easy enough to do. It was that damn second step that was impossible.
"Now, what did that poor bag do to you?"
Taking one last swing at the punching bag, hard enough to put some momentum in its swing on the rusty chain, I turned around to face the only person who dared approach my while you were attacking the defenseless bag of sand, Mikhail.
The man smiled at me with wrinkled, sun-weathered eyes. He was still wearing one of his white shirts over baggy khaki shorts.
But despite his appearance, he could still move around and jab like any of the middle-weight boxers around here.
Deciding she'd had enough for the day, I started unstrapping the Velcro of my gloves, my hands breathing in relief at the release.
"Tough day?" he guessed, I looked at his face and had to tease expressions all over his face-"What's with those expressions," I asked him looking worriedly at him, why the heck did I start feeling weird suddenly?
