Then I remember Allison’s words and look away.
I frown slightly as he begins to speak. “I’ve seen you spar, and let’s put it this way, my sister did better at the age of four.”
Ouch, I guess, but he’s not wrong. I’m pathetic.
“I want you to give it your all. Don’t hold back, because I know that is part of the problem.”
“That’s easier said than done…” I answer as I take my scrunchie from my wrist and tie my hair up, sighing softly.
“Not everything is easy to accomplish, but I can’t really have someone who can’t even protect herself on my team,” he says, now walking towards me. I look up at him. Why does he look so sexy walking towards me like that?
My heart races and I look down, but I can’t really see anything beyond my breasts and his – stop!
I shake my head and take a step back, putting space between us. “Ok, I’ll try.”
“Care to share why you hold back?”
I look at him, about to brush it off, but something in those sharp, green eyes makes me open my mouth. “Because I’m scared I’m going to hurt someone.”
Something in his eyes changes, and once again, he steps into my personal space, my heart only pounding louder, but this time, I try not to step back.
“You can’t hurt me, so don’t hold back.”
“You don’t know that,” I say quietly. “What if-”
“Trust me when I say you can’t hurt me. I’m not being overconfident. I’m stating facts. You can’t hurt me even if you’re capable of unleashing hell. I want you to throw everything you have into this because I won’t be holding back either.”
“I… ok…” I agree, but I don’t know… What if I do hurt him?
His eyes skim over me, and I look down at my hoodie, but he doesn’t say anything. I know how these clothes look on our bodies, and I am not about to fight him in my skin-tight outfit, not when every time he looks at me, I want him to see me.
I’m fucked in the head.
He motions for me to come at him, and nervously, I begin sparring. I’m second-guessing everything. Even moves that usually come easily. His frown is deepening, and he’s blocking every single blow, but his moves are getting rougher, and his blocks are getting harsher. He’s getting angry again.
“Is this all you got?” he asks, grabbing my arm, twisting it and pushing me to the floor. My ass hits the floor, making me gasp. It bloody well hurts. I get to my feet and rub my poor behind.
“I just-”
“I don’t want excuses! Fight me! Show me you aren’t just apathetic little brat who loves to play the poor orphan, yet has all the time in the world to act and dress like a princess!”
My eyes flash with hurt. How dare he?!
His anger and my own emotions are swirling around me, and I want to attack back! But I’ll hurt him!
“It’s not- ahh!”
He doesn’t wait for a response, aiming a punch at me. I block clumsily, but the force throws me back. I can feel the rising irritation in his eyes as I tumble to the ground again.
“I think it’s time to show the world that not every Rossi is worth remembering.” My eyes widen, hurt clenching at my heart. His voice is so cold… He advances towards me, the hatred in his eyes burning like an inferno. “Some names are better off buried.”
I feel his aura surge – no, Iseeit. A beautiful dark blue, it’s almost black… He’s walking towards me, and it spreads around him like a cloak. Such a powerful aura…
My heart thunders as I back away, trying to shut out his anger.
“Fight me, Sienna, or I swear I will fucking destroy you!” he snarls, raising his fist. I shield my head, readying for the blow to come as I try to keep a grasp on my emotions.
I should fight back. I should hurt him!
