Page 95 of Never Die for a Sinner
This evening, he woke me up from a truly great nap by pounding on my door and telling me I had five minutes to get dressed and meet him in the hall.
I ignored him, only to be ripped from my bed and thrown over his shoulder like a ragdoll when he dragged me into the bathroom to get dressed before I was forced down to the gym.
We’ve been here ever since, and let’s just say, I think I’d rather raw dog a root canal than spend another ten minutes being tackled by Levi Cross in his fancy little home gym.
“Do you think a man who’s after you is going to give you a moment to catch your breath?” he taunts, circling me like the asshole he is. “When they attack, it will be with force.”
“Can’t you put a shirt on?”
I swear it’s impossible to focus on anything with his abs glistening like they are.
“Distracting you, sweetheart?”
I roll my eyes. “No.” Yes. “You’re just sweaty.”
“All the more reason for you to try harder.”
“Why are we doing this?” I grumble, wiping the sweat off my brow. “They’re after you, not me.”
He ignores me and motions for me to ready myself.
“Again.”
“I don’t want to.”
I’m done. My back and legs are on fire from being thrown around like Levi throws around the wordfuck. I’m hot and sweaty, and I have a strong feeling my ass will be imprinted in the mat beneath us for years to come after how many times I’ve landed on it today.
“What you want doesn’t matter much, does it?”
Wow, rude.
“Oh, right,” I scoff, rolling my eyes. “How could I forget? Whatever his majesty wants, he gets.”
He lets my little comment go and nods, signifying for me to take the position.
I think I’d rather lick a dirty foot.
“Try. Again.”
“Fine,” I grumble, hunkering down into the position he’d taught me before immediately straightening. He shoots me a look, and I have a feeling I’m starting to get on his nerves.
Good.
“Why not just give me a gun?”
He cocks a brow at me, and instant awareness slips through me.
“And watch you shoot yourself by accident?”
My cheeks flame, and I bite my cheek to keep from spouting off with more nonsense that will just piss him off and take my place.
“The problem with relying only on a gun to save you,” he murmurs, keeping his voice low. It bounces off the room, making it hard to pinpoint exactly where he is while he circles me like a shark hunting for blood in the ocean. Something about the darkness in his tone sends a shiver up my spine, and I have a feeling it’s nothing to do with how dangerous I know he is.
God save me.
“When the bullets run out, time does too.”
In the blink of an eye, my legs are swept out from under me, and I landhardon my tailbone on the mat beneath us.
