"Making sure I have my target."
Her next blow was a direct hit right into my dick. She'd shoved her hips back, creating space between us, and then landed an open-palm smack right in the center of my balls. I had no choice but to release her, coughing as I went down to my knees. I glowered up at her. "What the fuck?"
I fell forward, too dizzy to think. The bile tried to rise up from the depths of my soul as I tried desperately to keep it down.“Fucking hell. Fucking hell."
“I told you to stay down."
I'd fallen forward but then rolled over as I kept a hand over my balls. I figured it was better if I could see her coming than her landing a blow on the back of my head. But no blow came. When I peeled my eyes open, she was standing over me, a look of shock on her face. Lips parted, eyes wide. “It's you."
Her expression indicated she knew me.
“Yeah, it's me. It was my dick you might have just severed."
She stepped forward and almost looked like she was reaching for me.
I rolled away automatically, forcing myself to my knees. "Who are you? What are you doing on the property? Or are you making an escape?"
"Who am I? Are you serious?" She searched my face, and her confusion had given way to what looked like annoyance. Why was she annoyed?
“Yeah, who the fuck are you? Why did you attack me?"
"Me? Attack you? You're insane."
"Honey, I'm the one on the ground."
Her eyes scanned my face, and I locked gazes with her. Her eyes were dark. Soul seers. That's what my grandfather would have called them, soul seers. The kind of eyes that could suck you straight in, peer into your soul, and see things that you didn't want them to see. And I felt like I knew her, like I understood her, and I couldn't look away. Despite the pain in my balls, despite being on the ground with her standing over me about to do whatever the hell she wanted to do on the property, I couldn't look away.
My gaze dropped to her lips, and I had to swallow hard as a hit of blood to my groin caused another roll of pain. Fuck me. What the fuck was it with this woman?
All of our rolling around must have caused some kind of ruckus, because I could see the flashlights up ahead, and I nodded that direction. "Oi."
She darted a quick look over her shoulder and then back down at me, careful to stay just out of range of my arms. She was smart. Knew how to stay out of reach. She was well-trained.
As evidenced by her kicking your bloody arse.
She had to be a trainee. But who was she? I needed to find out.
She just completely bollocksed you, and you want to fuck her?
No. Well, yes, because she was absolutely stunning to look at and she smelled incredible. Something with roses in it? But beyond that, I felt like I knew her. Which was ridiculous because all we'd done was fight.
My grandfather had always talked about how he'd met my grandmother and known her in an instant. This felt like that. Like I needed to know every secret she held.
Fuck, my balls hurt. The more I looked at her, the more I thought about her, the more blood rushed to my groin, and the more I regretted that. Fuck.
The guards were quickly approaching, and she stepped back.
One of them sighed once they pointed the flashlight on her face. "Jesus Christ, Saff. What the fuck are you doing?"
She put a hand up to shield her gaze from the flashlight. "Oi, Jason, can you take the light out of my eyes, please? What are the chances you're not going to tell Gabe about this?"
Jason shook his head. "Sorry, Saff, your little fight was caught on camera."
She cursed under her breath.
Fuck me.
She glowered at me then. "This is all your fault."