Healed By Love

CHAPTER 11

AUDELIA'S POV

The bottom of the punching bag gives out as I land another punch, all of its content pooling underneath it. My fists clench and my breathing comes out ragged while I try to keep my anger in check. The bubble of anger keeps growing inside of me.

The first thing I heard this morning was that my apartment- the entire building- was blown up. My men who were scouting the area found some men entering the apartment and caught them in the act. However, all they could do was evacuate the building. Not only this but some of our warehouses were blown up too and shipments went missing. All of this happened last night, as we were discussing on how to get rid of them.

Shoving the hair strands that stick to my face out of the way, I let out a groan at the mess. "Bad day I guess." The voice that has been haunting me and playing in my mind like a broken record reaches my ears. 

Turning around, I see Lorenzo leaning against the wall. Unlike last night, he was not dressed in Tom Ford. Instead, he is dressed in black shorts and a plain black shirt.

"Waking up to the news that your apartment has been reduced to ashes is not exactly something worth celebrating." I say sarcastically as I move away from the mess, adjusting my ponytail. "What are you doing here?"

"What do you think people do in gyms?" He asks instead

I scoff. "I don't know. Lean against walls while commenting, 'Bad day I guess?' Right?" I blink at him. The expression that crosses his face remains unreadable.

"You have a pretty good fighting stance." He drawls, ignoring my comment. "But it could be improved." I roll my eyes, waiting for him to continue. "You should position your feet better. Distribute your weight properly, especially since you were standing. Have a tighter core."

"And why should I listen to you?" I cock an eyebrow at him. "If that's all, I am leaving." I don't allow him to speak.

"Thought you took criticism better than that." His comment makes me pause as I move towards my belongings resting on the bench.

"I do take criticism well." I pause. "Very well actually. Just not from you." I give him a fake smile.

His jaw ticks before he continues. "You might want to take my advice since we are working together for the time."

"Or what?" I scoff. "You will not work with us and the Russians will be the least of our problems?"

"No." He shake his head lightly as he stands up straight. "Someone might take you down or kill you."

"Why do I feel that you are implying that you are that someone? Because, if it is, then you are clearly wrong."

"Well, why don't we test that theory?" For a split second amusement flashes in his eyes.

"And how should we do that?" I say nonchalantly.

The corner of his lips tugs upwards the slightest. "The one who pins the other one down for 10 seconds wins."

"Alright." I shrug as I point towards the ring set up in the corner of the room. "Be ready to have your already bruised ego a bit more bruised." I smirked at him.

"A bit over confident, aren't you?"

"Just confidence and skills." I reply. 

He smirks as he removes his shirt and I instantly take in a sharp intake of breath. If he looked good in a suit, then he looks even better without one. His body looks perfect and it should be illegal to have that type of body. He is not all pure muscle but he has the right amount of muscles, exactly where it is needed, giving the impression that someone sculpted his body with precision. His muscles flex with the slightest movements and my eyes fall on his toned abs and his define V-line that makes my throat grow dry. His chest is covered with ink designs, calling me to trace each and every one with my fingers.