!! Sorry its been a while since i've last updated !!

I would recommend re-reading chapter 45 if you last read it a while ago just so this will fully make sense.



XXXXVI

I almost crashed Marco's motorcycle. Twice.

Here's the thing - after walking back into the meeting and hearing everyone defend James for pulling a gun on me, I decided to get the fuck out.

There's no way in hell I'm sitting there like a duck listening to that.

So I did the perfectly logical thing of sneaking out, well not before telling Fran where I'm going. She was the only one - aside from Marco - defending me, so I rewarded her with the reassurance of knowing that I haven't been abducted.

But here I am, on Marco's motorcycle. It's not like I am totally oblivious to how they work - I have some experience from my teenage years.

Although I am driving with no intended destination in mind, flashbacks of Logan and the training centre continuously pulse in my mind.

The memories flash by faster than the lights of New York city, predominantly capturing my attention with their enigma.

"Hm." I purse my lips.

Although Logan challenged me at first, he is no match for Marco. Marco intimidates me in ways I would never have let a man.

He's an exception - the only one. The only one who can challenge my weaknesses and beat me at my own little games.

I hate how he's so damn good at it.

And other things...

I wobble my head as my hair waves through the wind, finally deciding to pay Logan a little visit.

I'm sure he will be happy to see me, regardless of being ravaged last time. I need to blow off some steam and I'm sure he will be down to fight, box, or even fuck if I get desperate.

I zoom through the night-time traffic, inching closer and closer to the training centre.

I eventually come to a halt, take off my helmet, and park up Marco's motorcycle. Although it's late, I hear moans and groans sounding out from inside.

And certainly not the good type of moans - more so the ones that emblem pain and failure.

I pause, looking down at my outfit. I don't really think a black mini skirt is training attire, but It's all I have unless Logan wants to strip me down into my underwear.

Oh right, I forgot. I'm not wearing any.

I laugh to myself, my nipples poking through my shirt.

I stride confidently past the front desk, and instead head to where I last trained with Logan.

Surprise, surprise. Logan sits, turned away from me, downing water in a sweat.

"Missed me?" I whisper teasingly.

He swivels his head around and I take a long, lingering look at his face. Pearls of sweat tear down his face. He's a hard working man, but if he wants to get better he needs to work harder.

"Good boy. Seems you've been pushing yourself and getting stronger since I last saw you." I speak, attentive to his slightly larger muscles. They look rock hard, and I would love to use them as my personal boxing bag.

"I was wondering when you would come back. I've seen James many times, yet you consistently fail to show." He soon calls out.

I grin. "I'm a busy girl."

He looks at me for a little too long.

"I know you are."

We both pause, frozen in the moment, until I eventually snap out of the flirting.

"So... Anyways. I've been thinking." I muster the courage to utter.

He nods, signalling for me to keep talking.

"...And I feel like we should give this whole training thing another go."

He smirks, "You don't need to tell me twice."

Without warning, or even a second to think, he grabs me by the hips and practically shoves me into the ring. I suck in a breath and somehow catch the boxing glove which was just moments away from taking me out.

"You're rough today." I tease.

"That's how I need to be. You're strong Milana, I'll admit, so I refuse to go easy on you."

I smile, hearing exactly what I needed to hear. As I hurriedly pull on my gloves, I stare at Logan wrapping his hands. I squint my eyes, part of me wondering why he hasn't gotten any gloves for himself.

"What are you doing?"

"Challenging you." He replies, not looking up from his hands.

One thing I refuse to do is have an advantage or upper hand in a fight, and right now Logan wants ME to wear the stupid boxing gloves.

I shake my head and scoff, "I'm not wearing them if you aren't."

Again, he still doesn't look at me, but his nod gives me the confirmation I need to put the gloves down.

I don't bother with the boxing wraps. I've got into too many fights to even care about injuries.

I watch him take his stance and raise his fists when... suddenly...

CREEEK!

The door creeks open, and what stands before it is enough to make my jaw visibly drop.

"How?" I whisper quiet enough so only I can hear.

His furrowed brows are enough to strike me silent. I am overwhelmed with a sense of confusion, danger, and utmost anticipation.

Logan looks at Marco, looks back at me, and then at Marco once again, before taking the hint to make a discrete exit.

Marcos eyes stay on him until he is entirely out of sight.

The door shutting is his cue to speak.

"Oh baby girl, if you wanted a ride you should have just asked." He chuckles.

Shit. His motorcycle.

He pays close attention to each of my facial features, most specifically my eyes and lips. I display an expression of utter dis amusement, noticing his joy in seeing me so caught off guard.

"I have a tracker on my bike. For a while I believed it was useless, but oh I couldn't have been more wrong."

I slip out of the ring, meeting his towering body in the centre of the gym floor. He twirls a strand of my hair between his fingers before tucking it behind my ear and meeting his dark eyes with mine.

"I could train you, you know." He speaks with certainty. The thought crosses my mind but I shake it away, knowing it wouldn't end well for either of us.

"Thanks for the offer, but I think I'll pass." I reply, repressing the part of me that did want to train with him.

"Whoever this other guy is, he isn't a match for you Lana. I know you, and I've seen what you can do. You need to train with someone who can actually help you get BETTER."

What he said made sense. Logan doesn't have better abilities than me. If anything, his are worse.

Marco on the other hand terrifies me. If he wanted to he could kill me. He could pin me down with one arm and choke me with the other.

I bite the inside of my lip and break away from his eyes, instead using them to sweep over the gym floor.

"I want you out of here for tonight. We can go back to my place." He utters, placing a hand on the small of my back.

Chills run down my back like electric impulses, and for some reason I am lost for words. Too much has happened in such a short span of time, from that pathetic meeting all the way to being busted by Marco.

He was weirdly calm about the whole 'stolen motorcycle' situation. Any rational person would permit a punishment for an act like that.

And now we are heading back to Marco's place. Perhaps I will get my punishment after all...

---------------------------------------------------- Hey guys.... soooo.... sorry about not updating for a few months. I will hopefully finish this book in the next couple of months and not leave you all waiting again.

‼️This chapter is also more of a filler chapter, which is why it is so short.

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