Page 39 of Wicked Oath
I throw him the finger as I walk out of the bar.
Fucking Finian, thinking he can order me around when I’ve been his boss for the better part of four years.
As long as he stays out of trouble, I’m not afraid of Owen discovering the truth.
He does make a good point, though. Olivia might have recognized him, and if she did, if she says a word to Owen about it, I’m fucked.
But I have Olivia wrapped around my finger, and it needs to stay that way.
The only problem is, I’m starting to realize she has me wrapped around her little finger, too.
* * *
“We’re going backto the rings?” Olivia asks as we sit outside the club. I told her I was taking her out on a date and figured it would be a good time to brush up on her fighting skills. With shit getting hotter and Finian’s threat, I want to make sure she can defend herself if it ever comes to that.
“I figured you’d appreciate it. It was where I fucked you for the first time, after all.”
Olivia blushes deeply. “How could I forget.”
Our eyes meet, and the mood in the car instantly changes from sweet to heady. Olivia’s chest begins to rise and fall faster. Fuck, I can’t resist her. She’s wearing super short shorts and a form-fitted crop top, and all I want more is to lay her down in the back seat of the car and have my way with her.
But I need to focus. I really do want Olivia to become a better fighter.
With one last rake of my eyes over her body, I open the car door, and disappointment registers on her face. My little sex fiend. I’ve corrupted her so much she’s also desperate for us to fuck.
“After we’re done training, I promise I’ll give you a treat.”
Her eyes light up. “Then let’s do this.”
Once inside and in the ring, I show Olivia some more defensive tactics she can use if she’s ever in trouble.
“But when will I ever be in trouble?” she asks, dropping her hands to her sides. “I have you to protect me.”
I smirk as I walk behind her, fixing her foot placement. “And you know I’ll always protect you, but in case I can’t be there, I want you to know how to protect yourself.”
She turns around and places a peck on my chin. “I think you’re just paranoid.”
I think back to Finian’s threat to make sure Olivia stays silent. “I’m experienced. Life as a mob boss can mean anything. I’m used to threat after threat. I just want to make sure you’re safe.”
“Ok. I’ll learn.”
For the next hour, we practice sparring. While still hesitant with her moves, Olivia gets better by the second. I have her try to hit me again and again. She never succeeds, but I see progress. At one point, she comes close to hitting my side, though I block her at the last moment.
“Good. You’re getting better.”
She huffs. “If by better you mean not at all, then yes, I’m getting better.” She pushes sweaty pieces of her hair away from her forehead. My eyes linger on her exposed midriff. Fuck, she’s going to be the death of me.
“Youaregetting better, Olivia. Trust me. I’ve just been fighting for years now. It would take years of practice for you to get as good as me.”
“So, you’re saying I’ll never be able to beat you?”
“Probably not, but that doesn’t mean you couldn’t beat someone else. You just have to use your size to your advantage. Take people by surprise, and they’ll never see you coming.”
“Like this?” Instead of trying to hit me again, Olivia runs right up to me and grabs my face, kissing me hard. “Was that a surprise?”
I rest my hands on her waist. “Maybe. A surprise I’m not complaining about.”
“I should hope not. If you hate kissing me, you sure have a strange way of showing it.”
