His Baby

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Sofia~

"Again!"

I pant softly, narrowing my eyes at Kieran as he shouts at me from the side of the mat.

"What's the matter, Princess? You think anyones gonna take it easy on you?"

No, but I do think that if I was a vengeful person, he'd be top of my freaking list.

"Go again! You're defending! Not playing tag!"

I scoff under my breath, pushing the few loose curls away from my sweaty forehead and turning forward to face Marcos again.

"Don't worry, he's just talking shit." He murmurs, rolling his eyes. "You're doing good." He then adds. before I can even blink, he's charging at me again.

I duck under his attack, slipping behind him and shooting my foot out, kicking him in the back and watching him stumble forward. I raise my fists to protect my face, bouncing on the heels of my feet as he turns to face me again.

We circle each other for a few second, so I take my chances and swing at him, landing a sharp jab into his abdomen that has him hunching over and groaning. I take his moment of weakness, dropping to one knee and scooping at his legs, taking him straight to the mat.

He struggles under my weight but I keep him down, using my forearm to pin him down by the neck and squeezing the pressure points on his wrist until he releases his practice blade and taps out.

I shoot up happily, grinning and turning to Kieran.

"Ha!" I exclaim, pointing at him which has him grinning.

"Alright, I'd say you're ready." He nods.

"Ready for what?" I ask back, using my tshirt to wipe my sweaty forehead and turning to Marcos to help him up.

Doesn't even matter what!

I'm ready for anything and everything

I'm basically a trained assassin at this point.

"To fight Mason."

Oh sweet baby jesus.

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"How was it?" I smile at tiredly at Mason as I enter the room, giving him a lazy thumbs up. "Tired?" He asks with a light chuckle.

"Kieran might be out for my blood." I reply, setting down my shoes and bag and reaching up to begin unbraiding my hair.

He stands off the bed, tossing his phone down and walking up to me. I smile when he pushes my hands away and begins unbraiding my hair for me, his fingers gentle.

"He's out for everyone's blood." He assures me with a light shrug. "A little birdie told me that you're ready to spar with me."

I'd rather lick a camels freshly pooped out of butthole than do that. 

I scoff dramatically, shaking my head and titling my head back to look at him. "Sounds like that little birdie is on crack."

He lets out a laugh, shaking his head at me and leaning down, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

"I'll go easy on you, Baby." He says, his lips barely inches from mine. "Take it nice and slow."

An unwelcome shudder runs through my body, and I stare at him without saying anything for a few seconds, due to my brain short circuiting at the obvious insinuation behind his words.