Page 157 of His Virgin Romance Series

“Nothing real?” I asked.

“Nothing that I can see.”

“Then maybe you need to look closer,” I said. “Your brother came to me and pleaded with me to allow you to stay here. You are protected because of this club. You are safe because of this club.”

“But for how long?”

“This isn’t just about giving you a place to stay for the moment,” I said. “This is about giving you the tools you’ll need to get through the rest of your life.”

Abby frowned. “And how are you planning on doing that?” she asked.

“Simple,” I replied.

Then I swung my hand up towards Abby’s face as though I were going to hit her. She gasped and backed away from me, shielding her face with her hands. Then she straightened up when she realized I hadn’t actually intended on making physical contact.

“After I’m done with you, you’re going to know how to block a hit like that,” I said. “You won’t be running from a fight. You’ll be running towards it.”

“What if I don’t want to fight at all?” Abby asked.

I shook my head at her. “Life is a constant fight. It may not have to be physical. It may not have to be violent, but trust me, it’s a fight. So you better have some moves because otherwise, you’re going to cowering in the corner waiting for other people to come rescue you… every time.”

Abby looked at me carefully, and I wondered if I saw some grudging respect in her eyes. She took two steps towards me, and her eyes fell to the tattoos on my neck and arms. She raised her hands and traced the words ‘Fallen Angels’ that I had got tattooed on my right arm a few years ago.

Her fingers left a trail of heat behind them, and I could sense the chemistry building up between us. When Abby glanced up at me, I saw that she felt the same chemistry too. It was in her eyes.

“Ok,” she said, her fingers still on my arm. “Teach me.”

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