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Chapter.10.I Don't Bet Trash.

Chapter 10

"Where's Sparky?"

I sat on the couch with a small smirk as my uncle approached me in the living room. After glancing at my non-existent watch, I reply, "I left him about 5 minutes ago so I'm assuming he'll be over in a few."

As if he can read my mind and knows exactly what happened moments ago at Lucas' house, he asks, "What'd you do?" Josh jumped on the couch beside me with a grin. He knows me so well, sometimes too well to the point where I want to strangle him. But right now, I'm glad I have him. Not only is he my uncle and my trainer, but at a young age of 18 he became a father like figure to me. It helped he looked a lot like my dad, even though my father was way more dramatic. 

After raising my voice an octave, I breathe out, "Nothing." But at the same time the front door swings open. My man - who wiggled his way into my heart - stands there with his arms out in a 'T' and a million dollar smile. 

"YOU DID IT!" He exclaims, I watch him take a step but my uncle draws my attention.

Josh glances at me with an arched brow. "I thought you didn't do anything."

"I didn't." The moment I stand up, I'm tackled into the couch. Unfortunately, not as gently as I would have liked, my eyes squeeze shut and my teeth grit from the pain. Lucas pecks my nose and murmurs an apology in my ear over and over. "Damn Sparky, I like it rough but take it easy." I can practically hear Josh roll his eyes at my statement. I should probably be more aware of what I say around my uncle. When my boyfriend gives me a knowing glance, basically telling me to shut my mouth before kissing me, I am sure he agrees. "What'd I do?"

"I stood up to my dad." I nod, knowing that he would do exactly that. I mean besides the fact I believed in him, he wouldn't be over here right now had he not stood up to that ass wipe. "I even blocked him when he was about to slap me." Red colors my vision, on instinct I'm already on my feet and storming towards the door. Mother fucker is about to have another thing coming to him. I continue to take steps but don't seem to be going anywhere, in fact I am still at the edge of the living room. What the hell? "Easy rebel." I stop moving and let my gaze fall to his hands around my waist.Knowing that he's stronger than me and not wanting to hurt him, I fall into his lap - willingly - but I make it obvious I'm still frustrated. "Let me just say he hasn't ever hit me before. He was pissed I was standing up for myself but, you taught me how to block and you gave me the confidence to stand up for myself." The fact he hasn't hit him before eases my nerves but not entirely, I'll show him how it feels to get hit. And now my conscience is yelling at me to 'calm down because Sparky wouldn't like that'. Ugh, he's making me go against everything I've instilled in my nature.

"That's awful deep." I joke and secretly love that I could help him. I still have a reputation to uphold after all.

"Which brings me to my request." I narrow my eyes and give him a small smirk. I really hope this isn't going where I think. With hopeful eyes he glances at me through his thick lashes, and my heart practically melts. Of course, that's what he wanted so that's why I said 'practically'. It didn't work. "I want you to train me to fight."

It went where I thought. "What the fuckity fuck did I tell you? Are you high?"

He crashes his lips onto mine and my whole body trembles at the feeling. I'm not sure if he's trying to distract me or not but the instant his tongue brushes against my lips, I didn't really care. My fingers grip his hair, he groans from the light tug and unfortunately begins to pull away. Oh come on you big baby, I didn't tug that hard! "Now I am." He whispers, oh that's why he pulled away. Smart ass. "I'm serious about training. I want to protect you, though you don't need it. I want to feel like I did when I stopped my dad."