It begins with us.

Chapter Thirty-One

Yaakov's POV

"I'm sorry brother... I think I heard you wrong... could you please repeat that again?"

I closed my eyes at the smile laced in Danial's voice, irritated that he wanted me to repeat the words that choked at the throat. This fucker is seriously asking for a beating, and my fingers were twitching to give him one. With my back turned to him, my eyes open to the harsh sunlight that was spilling through my office window, blinding me for a moment as I look down at the most magnificent view that had my heart racing and cock throbbing. From my office window I have the perfect vantage point overlooking the courtyard, the privacy of the low handing trees, combined with the tall stone walls that surrounds the grounds shield my beloved from any unwanted eyes that may be stirring beyond. She was an absolute vision my Ava, standing tall, chest to chest against Kemal as he teaches her techniques that have made my men the devils they are, techniques that have been learned and perfected since our fathers and grandfathers before. She was adamant in keeping up with her training, not wanting her body to become too comfortable as she hadn't felt the burn of her muscle in a very long time. If you asked me, there was nothing wrong with her body. But I respected her wishes and set up a meeting with herself and Kemal, to work out a schedule that suited them both and wouldn't interfere with Kemals already tight calendar. He was quiet impresses with her skills in handling different types of firearms, and after he had read through her file and having an in-depth conversation with her, Kemal had suggested that she would benefit from more hand-to-hand combat, but on a different level to which she was accustomed to. Krav Maga was a technique the Israeli army found that served us well. A fighting art with boxing, judo and wrestling that was designed for street fighting. The whole goal around the technique was centered around delivering enough damage to the enemy so the fight may be quickly finished. Kemal was in the process of mastering her stance, something that was needed if she would be able to use the technique properly without getting hurt. The fucking sight of Ava in those black skintight biker shorts that shaped her ass made my mouth water. Like two perfectly shaped globes resting side by side, just waiting for my hands to hold them tight. Her sports bra was an initially different problem. I was defiantly not going to tell her what to wear, she was her own person, and I would never be that man, ever. But that dam sports bra was going to be the death of me if it didn't do the job it was designed to do, and that was to keep Ava's beautiful breasts in. Like as if she could feel my eyes burning onto her caramel skin, she turns sharply up towards my window, smirking at me all the while her unworldly eyes tear through my own. My heart swells while my soul yells out to touch her, to be near her to drown out the sounds that flow through my untamed mind. She truly has no idea the effect she has on me. Kemal uses this opportunity to crouch down, hands panted on top of the soft grass as he swings his right leg out, colliding with hers as shock and pain flash through her teal eyes. Her body falls to the ground bellow while Kemal stands to his full height, lending a hand out to help her up. I sharp pang penetrates my heart at the sight of Ava in pain, I hate it, but I do not move an inch, I can't because this is what the training is all about. Never get distracted. Never allow yourself to be removed from your intended target, or you will end up dead. I know Kemal didn't hurt her intentionally but showed her what could happen if she isn't well prepared. Ava looks up at Kemal, talking and nodding her head in understanding when they go back to work, as I feel Danial stand beside me.

"She is doing quite well brother."

I smile at the proudness that mixes with his words, a knowing smile tugging at my lips while I turn around and walk away from the window, not wanting to distract her any more than I already had.

"She is."

I beam with pride, resting my lower back against the wood of my desk, arms folded across my chest as I look up to Danial.