Mafia Princess

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Twilight...not mine (sigh).

Chapter Twenty-Eight

After another night of solitary sexy times, I woke up early for my first workout with Edward. Billy's wake wasn't until three, so we had time. I dressed in some workout gear before going downstairs to the gym. Edward was already down there, setting up some mats in the center of the gym. He was wearing a pair of loose fitting black shorts and a tight white Under Armour t-shirt. It was very apparent that Edward took immaculate care of his body.

"Morning," I chirped as I sat down on one of the weight machines.

"Good morning," he said quietly, glancing over his shoulder at me. "You might want to stretch out."

"Care to help?" I asked, smirking seductively.

"Bella," he chided. "You can stretch out on your own."

"Fine," I pouted as I plopped down on the floor. I spread my legs, stretching out my muscles. I was quite bendy, folding myself in half easily. Moaning, I reached for the opposite leg before touching my forehead to my shin. I continued stretching, making my sex noises, purposefully. I watched as Edward grew more and more tense. "Perhaps you should stretch out, Edward," I teased.

He shot me a look. "I'm perfectly fine. Up!" he barked. I grumbled as I got up. Edward took my hand, quickly wrapping it with tape to prevent damage to my knuckles. He repeated the action on my other hand. He barely touched my skin. "Okay, I'm going to get the pads and I want you to show me what you got."

"Just hands or everything?" I asked.

"What have you trained in?"

"Judo, karate, kickboxing and traditional boxing," I answered. "My daddy wanted to make sure that I can protect myself."

"Alright then. Let me tape up and then we can spar," he smirked, picking up the tape and covering his knuckles. "Now, I'm not going to hit, just defend. I do not want you to hold back. I want to see what you can do." He held up his right hand. I pounded his fist and held up my own hands. "Ready?"

I bounced on my toes. "Ready," I growled.

"Go!" he yelled. I went at him, fists and feet blazing. He deftly blocked each one of my strikes, moving quickly and expertly. He was good. Very good. Obviously better than me. "Stop dropping your left shoulder," he hissed.

"I'm not dropping my shoulder," I screamed, punching him in the kidney.

To prove a point, his hand wrapped around my right wrist, spinning to his body with his arm around my neck, on my left side. My left arm was pinned behind me. "Yes, you are," he said against my hair. "I shouldn't have been able to do this if you weren't dropping your shoulder." His grip was tight, holding me against his warm body. "Get out of it. Don't worry about hurting me. Prove to me that you can get out of a hold like this."

I squirmed, not able to do much. I dropped my weight, making myself as heavy as possible. Edward's grip faltered and my left arm got loose. I elbowed him in the stomach. He grunted. I spun away, sweeping his legs out from underneath him and straddled his waist, my hands around his neck. "Good," he panted. "But could be better."

"Ugh!" I growled, rolling off him. "I'm a fucking black belt, Edward. I've brought down guys bigger than you."

"Those guys are trained in the martial arts. Most men who attack you, will not be," Edward explained, sitting up. "They're goons with no training and will look for vulnerabilities. Protect your face and your gut."

"Didn't I do anything right?" I spat, glaring at him. "I got out."

"You did a lot right, Bella. Making yourself deadweight and elbowing me was excellent. However, I would have suggested stepping on my instep to get free. I'd also focus on the groin. I'd be in a world of pain if you kneed me in the balls, Bella. Even the strongest guy can't handle that," he chuckled. "Come on, we can work on those vulnerable points in a guy."

"What if my attacker is a woman?" I asked.

"What would make you hurt the most?" he replied, getting up and offering a hand to help me.

"My tits when I've got my period," I snorted. Edward shot me a glare. "I don't know."

"It may sound stupid but have you ever seen the movie, Miss Congeniality?"

"Fuck me," I groaned. "You're quoting a chick flick."

"The information is right, Bella. SING. Solar plexus..." He put my hand on his chest. "Instep." He kicked my foot lightly on my instep. "Nose." With the same hand, he brought it up to his nose. "Always use the heel of your hand and punch up and in. It'll force the nose into the brain and cause a hell of a nose bleed." He looked down at his shorts. "And groin, but I won't put your hand there." He blushed with that.

"Yet," I smirked before I walked away.

A/N: Who wants to spar with FBI/Mafiaward? *Raises hand* Me! Me! I'd love to ogle his goodies and put my hand...Anyhow, Bella and Edward's outfits for working out are on my polyvore: tufano79. No real pictures in this one but check out the pictures from the other chapters on my blog. Link in my profile. Also, find me on Facebook: Tufano79's Twilight Fanfiction Appreciation or on twitter: tufano79. Leave me some.

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