The Cobra and The Lion

Chapter Five

The next moring I was called down to the basement. Dylan had it set up as a training room. "Good Morning Roxie."

"Moring Greco."

"This is Terry. Terry is going to train with you today. Teach you a few things." He said introducing me to the tall dark skinned man standing next to him.

"Dylan I'm a trained killer I don't need training."

"Well you're all talk."

I laughed a little. "Okay. You want to train me then lets train." I put my hair in a ponytail and walked in the middle of the room. "Let's go terry."

He walked over to me and stood infront of me with his hands up ready. As we fought I tried not to hurt him because I know what I can do. As he's swing I dodged every punch.

"Not good enough Summers." I heard Dylan say. I got pissed off and started to beat the shit out of Terry. I knocked him down on his ass and stood over him.

"It's nothing personal really."

"It's fine. I'm fine."

I smiled and helped him up. He walked out and I stood there with my arms folded looking at Dylan.

"What?"

"I don't need training Greco I spent my whole childhood training. I'm a professional."

He walked over to me and pulled his gun out. He pointed it at me. "You've been trained to fight and kill. What if someone comes for you with a gun? Do you know how to protect yourself?" He asked.

"You don't think I've been held at gun point?"

"I can't send you out there if you don't know what you're doing. You could get killed."

"Yeah like you care." I said laughing.

"What makes you think I don't care?"

"I heard what you said to your friends Greco. You just want sex from me. You couldn't care less if I die or if something happened to me. I'm just another girl you happened to run across. Just a toy you think you can play with." It hurt me a little because I know I'm right. He's been on my mind since I met him. He does something to me. He makes me mad but at the same time I feel like I can't live without him but I know what I am to him. Just a toy.

"Take the gun from me."

I looked at him then I looked at the gun that he had pointing at me. I walked closer to him. The gun touched my chest.

"You don't wanna play this game Dylan."

"Take the gun." I looked at him. I grabbed the gun and twisted him wrist unil he let go and in that quick motion the gun was in my hand. I pointed it at him.

"Were you really going to kill me?"

"What?"

"The day you were sent to kill me were you going to do it?" He asked.

"It was 6 million Dylan I was going to do it without hesitation."

"But you didn't."

"I had no reason to. There was nothing in to for me after you killed my caller."

"I could've killed you."

"But you didn't."

"I couldn't."

"Why is that?"

"I want to protect you not hurt you."

"I don't need protection."

"Yes you do." He walked closer to me and made me lower my gun. "Because you don't know whos' out there waiting for you to slip up." I looked up at him.