The Mafias Protection

8: bad girl act

Ever since I woke up this morning my heart has been hammering away against my chest, with nerves and excitement.

Today was the first day me and Damon planned to meet up and start training, alone.

I know it's just training, but I cant help my thoughts that keep reminding me how dangerous and attractive Damon was when he was angry.

The blood that covered his hands, was a perfect ruby shade that complemented his tanned skin, and the devil in his eyes was luring me in, to be a victim of him.

In these situations, your mind is the one that tells you to run, while your heart tell you to stay, but mine was the opposite.

My heart was telling me to run and never look back, and my mind was telling me to stay and be his prey.

My mind keeps tricking me into believing I would be different.

I wont be just a random girl he can toy with.

But I know deep down, things are never the way we expect.

Besides, Damon hasn't even shown interest in me other than wanting to kill me.

A lazy smile tugs on my lips, thinking back to what he told me.

I shouldn't be amused by the idea of Damon killing me, but I wouldn't mind the worst kinds of torture as long as I could look him in his beautiful brown eyes, that held many emotions he didn't know how to express.

Its strange having feelings like these for a man I can never be with. I guess this is my karma for luring in men from the age of 14, just to give them a one way ticket to hell.

I want to stop myself before I fall completely, and end up in the same spot as them men, but I also wanted to fall, as long as I got to taste the ecstasy of being with Damon, even just for one night.

I need to pull myself together.

This business relies on me to be a heartless individual, and it seems I've lost all common ground when it came to Damon.

I gather up enough courage to walk to the gym, where Damon was waiting for me.

The lights were dimly lit, but I could still make out his figure in the distance of the gym.

"Nice to see you finally made it." He calls out to me, and I roll my eyes.

I walk further into the gym where he stands.

He stood tall, wearing a tight black top, with black joggers.

I swear all this man wears is black, but I don't blame him, he looks good in it.

"How long have you been waiting?" I swallow the lump in my throat that threated to rise again when we make eye contact.

Fuck.

"Not too long." He gives me a smile before throwing over fingerless gloves, which I catch.

"What are we doing?" I ask, breaking the eye contact to look down at the gloves in my hand, then back at him, who gives me a pointed stare.

"Seeing as it's our first lesson, I think it's best to analyse how you fight." I nod my head and put the fingerless gloves on. "Follow me." His voice was soft, but I knew of the devil that lurked beneath.

We walk over to a ring, dodging underneath the elastic wires that prevented serious damage.

"I don't get why it's just me who has to do this."

"You're a target."

"Well I've made it this far."

"With that attitude princess, you'll be dead from the first attack."