Fight Code

FC 5

“Can I help you?” She barks, taking a bite of what they were guessing was her dinner. They didn’t come here to fight, but they’ll be damned if she’ll snap at them.
    “Did you tell your father?”  Both growling the words out. She walked over to them, or more like the kitchen filling her glass and putting the bottle back.

    “No I didn’t tell him anything.” Turning around after they sighed in relief. It was time, they had to get her to like them, seducing her seemed easy enough. Owen in front, while Van took the rear he always was an ass man. If fear could be smelled, Owen thought as he slowly moved her silk robe out of the way. Almost cursing when he saw the damage he caused to her fair skin. Blowing light kisses all over her wound, he really did feel sorry for hitting her, but she shouldn’t of tried to stop him.

    Van removed the glass, before she spilled it all over the floor. Only to remover her other side, smelling her hair and following Owens lead. Moving to the next step, sliding hands all over her hips messaging. Her eyes closed as she tried to hid the fact that they were in fact seducing her. As if they said that to loud, her green eyes snapped out jumping away from them. Standing there like everything just froze, the twins looked at her. Fixing herself, she was glaring at them. Wait what just happened, she should be putty in their hands right about now.

    “Look, seducing me isn’t going to get you anywhere. I don’t plan on telling my father, about the fight. So lets just leave it at that.” Waving her hands about, before sighing.
    “You should leave” Opening the door, holding her hand for them to leave. Confused why this wasn’t going as they planned, turning all the way to her.
    “Well get going, I have things to do” Shoeing them out. Turning as they exited her place, she huffs before giving them an order.

    “Ohh an be at the gym by 8am.” Closing the door and locking it. Standing on the outside, frowning at the way she was towards them. Why wasn’t she bowing to their every whim. Frowning as they walked down the stairs, thinking it all over. They figured 8am wasn’t that bad of a time to start, and since she was proving to be interesting they would comply for now at least.


~Riae’s POV~

Waking up to the alarm clock buzzing the bright green numbers. 5:44am.  Still swore and tired, I shouldn’t of had that last glass of wine. Nor should I of had the Cunning twins in my house, their smell still lingered in my kitchen. Groaning at the thought of seeing them again, after what they did to her. Tossing the covers I quickly remade the bed, heading to the shower.

    Ready for the day, in my ripped jeans and line green vans with matching tank top. Taking my head phone along with the ipod I got for myself last Christmas. Keys tucked into the back pocket along with my cell, I grabbed the light brown wallet. Stuffing that past the keys, before locking my door. Jogging down the stair, stretching before heading to the gym. Dad would be there later, he had a few things to take care of. All stretched I clicked the music on, taking off with a jog. Moving my feet to the beat of the music,  humming to a favorite song as I passed the closed stores.

    Stopping at the coffee shop, Heather smiled already with my drinks. Handing her another ten, before walking the rest of the way. Putting the cups down as I unlocked the gym doors, picking the cups back up flicking one light switch. The smell of male sweat and Bo staled the gym. Groaning cause that meant the air freshener was out. Walking up to dad’s office, placing his coffee on his desk before heading to the storage room, grabbing another air freshener. Moving to Sara’s desk, pulling out the radio to plug in my I pod. The music pillowed out, letting me hear it echo threw the gym.

    Giggling cause dad would flip if he heard this over his speakers. Standing on the chair moving to the counter, opening the air container, tossing the empty one out replacing it. The spray of clean flowers made me happy. Dropping to the floor, bobbing my head, grabbing the broom. Sweeping around making sure the place looked good when he came in, cause the last thing I needed was a pissed off father. Twisting around the broom, like it was my dance partner. I learned from my mom how to dance, since my father sucked at it. The low part of my ass drops, I was doing moves meant more of the club scene, not a fight gym.
    My favorite song popped on, singing the words as I continued to sweep. 
    “So whatcha think about” rocking my hips, flinging the stick back and forth.
    “Tonight, we gon' switch up
I'll do you you do me