❝𝒎𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒆𝒊𝒑𝒆𝒊𝒔.❞
(you're missing from me.)
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𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔
Iva Laurent lost her parents when she was eight. Sold to the black market by her only relative left on this earth, she was l...
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LONDON June | 4 Months Later Location: Elysium, Lethe
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Side-stepping, I managed to avoid the punch that was heading straight towards me. In reflex, I threw out a hook which Vivienne successfully defended herself from the blow. She pushed her arm out to re-establish some space while keeping me in range. Neither was I one to back down as I kept my arms up and bent my knees lower to firm myself in a combat stance. My eyes trained on her, always in anticipation of her next move.
She took a half-step towards me and whirled another punch before rounding a kick towards my side but I maintained my defences and raised my leg high enough to block her kick with my shin. The second my foot touched the ground, I jabbed two punches out to knock her back and swung a high kick in her direction.
Taken by surprise, she dodged low and smoothed the impact of the kick with a side roll. However, before she could recover her stand fully, I had gotten close to her to grip her by the waist. One inner-thigh throw was all I took to get her to the ground again as I grappled her to submission with an ude garami. Unable to withstand the pain of an arm lock, she let out a sharp groan and double-tapped on the padded mattress.
I quickly released my grip on her and she huffed out a laugh, "Damn, Iva. You've improved so much!"
"Talk about yourself, girlfriend," I grinned, breathless from the tough fight. Pushing myself off her, I laid on my back flat on the mattress as I tried to catch some air and pace my breathing.
From the peripheral of my sight, I saw Porter walking towards Vivienne. The end of my lips tilted into a smile when he mischievously placed a cold bottle of water on her forehead and they let out joyous peals of laughter together.
"What made you so happy?" Jax appeared by my side and pulled me up to sit. I faced him, beaming as he dabbed the towel over my face to free my skin from the slickness of sweat. He praised, "You reaped your rewards from all the training, don't you think?"
"Doesn't change the fact that you train me like a spawn of Hades," I clicked my tongue. Grabbing the bottle of water from his side, I unscrewed it and took a few gulps to quench the parched feeling in my throat. I asked cheekily, "Do I get a reward?"
"Of course." He leaned close to my ear and whispered in a voice laden with tension, "How do you like to be spoiled?"
Heat rushed to my face and I threw a punch at him, which he dodged it successfully. A laugh bubbled off him and he complained, "That's not nice at all, sweetness."
"Your head is forever in the gutter!" I tutted at his salacious intentions and he only laughed louder.
From the side, Vivienne also cackled away and mentioned to Jax, "Iva is the grumpiest whenever embarrassed. You might as well get used to it, Jax."
