What She Doesn't Know

Chapter 8

Isabella grunted as she forcefully pushed down to the ground. The back of her head hit the hard mat directly after her back hit. Sweat glided down her forehead and down her nose as she blinked away the pain.

She stood back up as she faced her opponent. His smirk pulled at the edges of his lips, asking to be kissed by her. Last night, after he got home and Janice's husband picked her up, she lay in bed and pretended to sleep when she felt Leo's lips gently press against her own.

A wicked gleam passed his eyes as he watched his wife's chest accumulate with perspiration; some beads slid down in a tantalizing motion in between her heaving breasts. His brain thought of the times she was underneath him as sweat littered her body, her breasts heaving and moans escaping-

Oof

She kicked him in the gut so that he doubled over. She smirked up at him, her hands resting on her hips as she looked down slightly upon her husband. "C'mon, baby. Stay focused."

He recovered and stood up to his full height. He has never towered over her due to the fact that she was a tall woman; however, he definitely had a height advantage over her. Tilting her neck, she saw the determination in his eyes. She knew she was in trouble.

Focusing on something other than his naked torso that flexed his defined abdominal muscles, she distracted herself with the little known fact that he had a weak spot where his knee was connected due to the torn ACL he had received a few years ago. She still didn't know where he had gotten it from.

Leo was able to read her thoughts as her eyes directed themselves to that nether area. He knew her weak spot, and he also knew that she would attempt to block it from his reach. If he was able to punch the left side of her side at just the right angle, she would crumble into his arms.

She attacked first. Taking a step, she jabbed for his left cheek; he was right there to deflect her jab. She took this distraction to bring her leg up to swing around and knock Leo, hitting the direct spot. She was unable to attain her goal as Leo was able to scoop down low and grab her leg.

He held her there and pulled her closer so that her sex was pressed firmly against his growing arousal. Her eyes grew wide in surprise and was unprepared for the punch to her left side. She let out a huff.

Leo's eyes flashed as a devilish smirk crossed his lips. "C'mon, baby. Stay focused."

She puffed out air to remove a piece of hair from her eyes. "Touche, Mr. Moretti."

"Don't give up now, baby. I know you got more in you." The challenge was clear as day. He wanted to see what else she had to bring to the table. She needed to brush up on her fighting skills he had taught her a while ago.

At the dock, he and his men were ambushed by some men he deemed as the Russians. He was able to capture one, but before he could retain any information, the man took a pill that caused his mouth to foam and his eyes glaze over with the sure signs of death. Cyanide.

One of his men relayed information that he was able to obtain. It included the fact that it was the Russians, which correlates to Andre Spektor. Spektor had been attempting to extricate everything from Moretti's grasp, the few things he desired were as follows: guns, drugs, ammunition, men, and of course, Isabella.

Although he did not display his love and affection towards his wife as often as a normal every-day man did, what he felt for her was more than simple affection. It would be a cold day in hell before he allowed Spektor, or anyone for that matter, to get within a foot of her.

He let go of her leg and she bounced back, regaining he balance. She took a wide stance with her palms clenched into fists in front of her face. A bead of sweat traveled down her forehead between her eyes and down the slope of her nose where it clung on to the end before dropping down. Determination held her eyes as she glared at her husband.

"Sustain that fire within. You need to mask that fire you are displaying within your eyes," Leo advised. "Don't show fear. Don't show hurt. Don't show tiredness. Don't show anything that your emotions are dictating inside of your head when your attacker has you pinned in a corner or on the ground."

He walked over to her with his open so as to display his surrender. Her eyes that held determination glowed with uncertainty as he walked casually up to her. Standing in front of her, his eyes roved over her body. His foot moved and Isabella was about to make a move when Leo told her to calm down.

"I'm surrendering right now, baby." He moved his foot to tap the inside of her right one to make her stance a little wider. Leo's hands gripped Isa's wrists and positioned them in such a way so that they were staggered instead of in a line.

Taking a step back, he inspected his wife's stance and was pleased with it more. He noticed that her eyes that held determination had dimmed and held something along the lines of thankfulness.

Her guard was down which made it a perfect opportunity to attack. Attack he did. His leg swooped underneath her own which caused her to fall back against the mat. Oof. Using her elbows to help her up, she glared at him.

"What the hell was that, Leo?"

A smirk planted itself upon his lips. "Don't let anyone get your guard down." He held out a hand for her to take. She smacked it away and stood up on her own. He shrugged it off, knowing fully well that she was more than irritated at him.

Getting up off the ground, she was ready to strike at him again and not allow him to make a fool out of her. She took a wider stance and angled her fists in the manner Leo showed her. Her blue eyes still held emotion; that would be something he would have to train her on.

"Careful, sweetheart, your eyes are showing what you're feeling." He took a wide stance as well. He anticipated her every move, blocking her angered kicks and punches that flew at him from all directions.

She threw at him one last kick which, of course, he anticipated and caught. His lips turned up in a smirk and she was close to swooning at the perspiration that covered his handsome features and the smirk that made her want to drop back on the mat while he took advantage of her.

"Break free."

"What?" His voice roused her from her daydreaming. Brown eyes set in stone, he commanded her once again. "I don't know how," she admitted. She jumped on her left foot to maintain a balance she was loosing rather quickly.

"I have your leg in both of my hands," he stated, "what is free?"

"Your other leg?"

"Okay, and what else?"

"Your head?"

"That's it, baby. Now, what other option is there for you to use?"

She bit her lip and thought about it for a second as she tried to keep her balance on her left foot. If she were to fall, she would end up on her back and...oh. Instead of answering his question, she fell back and her leg was free from his grip. She even managed to clip part of his chin in the process.

Getting up quickly and attaining the new stance, she noticed that he was staring at her with a hint of admiration. "Good girl. That's enough training for the day. I have more business to run today."

A flicker of disappointment crossed her features. "Oh. OKay. I guess I'll see you later?"

He shrugged his shoulders as he wiped his face with a towel located on the bench. "If you're up late enough."

Sighing, she knew he would either return late and she would already be asleep, or he would not return at all.