Author: Claire Adams
Category: Young Adult
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“What?”
“Those things can be strengths, true,” Zack nodded. “But if you’re smart, they can also be used as weaknesses. Size and strength are limiting when you need to be agile and fast. Play to your strengths. Use what you have against your opponent. Now get up.”
I gritted my teeth with determination and stood up, dusting off my sweats.
“Punch me.”
I tried again, and again it was like Zack was swatting away a fly. I sighed in frustration and made another attempt. Again, he sidestepped the punch and hit me in the back. I almost rammed into one of the punching bags.
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“There is strength in breathing,” Zack told me. “Don’t hold your breath when you punch. The more you breathe, the stronger your punch will be.”
We kept up the pace for almost two hours. I wanted to quit a hundred different times during those two hours, but I forced myself to stay the course. I didn’t want Zack to think I was any weaker than I had already shown him. More importantly, I wanted his respect, and that made me realize that he had mine.
“Drink some water,” Zack said, throwing me a bottle.
His body was glistening with a light sheen of perspiration, whereas I was dripping with sweat. Zack didn’t even seem to notice, however. It was almost mid-day, and the gym space had cleared out completely. We were the only two left. Even though my stomach was complaining, Zack seemed oblivious to such human things as hunger. He walked
me over to the ring, and once we were inside, he turned to me.
“I’m going to come at you,” he said. “Try and escape… got it?”
“Ok,” I nodded, knowing already that he would have me on the ground in two seconds flat.
Two seconds later, I was on the ground, struggling to get away from his grip. Zack straddled me as he kept my hands pinned to the floor on either side of my head.
“Didn’t I tell you I would have you on your back sooner or later?” Zack told me, with a smile on his face.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “When I’m done training… no one will ever have the power to keep me on my back against my will ever again,” I said fiercely.
I saw a spark in Zack’s eyes as he looked down at me. “I’m counting on it.”
Chapter Seven
Zack
“Well?” I asked, the moment Bones, Red, and Devon walked in.
“Nothing,” Devon replied. “Radio silence.”
I pursed my lips. “It means something.”
“It means the guy’s run off scared,” Red said with a smile that betrayed his immaturity.
“You don’t write a threatening letter in blood only to run off scared the next moment,” Devon said in the same mindset I was in.
“What if he only found out that Mila was connected to the Fallen Angels after he wrote the note?” Red suggested, almost hopefully.
“He didn’t,” Mila said, entering the living room. I noticed she was limping a little. I glanced down at her left ankle, and though the swelling had gone down a little, there was a noticeable bruise. The men turned to her as she sat down on one of the chairs opposite me. “He knew I had a brother in the Fallen Angels while we were… together.”
“Did you talk about Devon much?” I asked, leaning in. “While you were with the fucker?”
“Some,” Mila shrugged. “He seemed interested.”
“In me?” Devon asked, and his tone suggested suspicion.
“In you,” Mila nodded. “In the whole concept of a motorcycle club. He wanted to know how you did things here.”
“And what did you tell him?” I asked.