Page 265 of Ruin Me Gently

“You were… can we not get into that again, please?”

His jaw tightened, but he didn’t push. He knew why I hadn’t told him.

Finn chimed in. “In her defence, she’s not terrible. I mean, I still wouldn’t bet on her against a raccoon, but—”

“Shut up,” I snapped.

Silas sighed, tilting his head toward Finn. “And why did you agree?”

Finn shrugged. “She asked for it.”

Silas’ expression darkened instantly. “Excuse me?”

“You know what I mean. Don’t be an ass.”

“Did he hurt you?” Silas asked, searching my face.

I blinked. “What? No. Not at all.”

Finn raised his hands. “Dude, I wouldn’t hurt her. You know that.”

Silas didn’t even blink in his direction. Just looked at me, eyes sharp and unreadable. “Show me.”

I frowned. “Show you what?”

“What you’ve learned.”

Oh, fuck.

My eyes went wide. So did Finn’s. We both turned to each other in a silent agreement—‘this is not going to end well.’

Completely unfazed by our silent crisis, Silas turned on his heel, heading for the gym like he was marching into battle.

“Wait, what?Right now?”

“Yep.” He didn’t stop. “You too, Finn.”

Finn let out a strangled noise. “Oh, come on. Why am I being dragged into this?”

Silas didn’t answer. Didn’t even look back.

Finn turned to me. “We could run.”

“He’d find us.”

“Yeah,” he muttered. “Yeah, he would.”

I let out a suffering sigh, giving my coffee one last mournful look before following after them.

God help me.

Ten minutes later, I found myself standing in the gym, dressed properly, but absolutely not prepared for what was in front of me.

Two shirtless, tattooed, behemoth-sized men, standing like they were about to square off in some ancient gladiator battle.

Molly would fucking love this.

I cleared my throat. Loudly.

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