Chapter 53: I Will Train You

Chapter 53: I Will Train You

Abigail

I raised up to lean my head on my elbows as my fingers made their way up to his jaw, his lips and his eyebrows. I chuckled when he groaned as his eyes fluttered open, only to close again. His hand lifted from the bed to push my face away and I chuckled.

“Hey, don't do that.” I said and he turned his head to me.

“The don't be so annoying.” He smirked, I faked being hurt by his comment and sat up.

“Fine, then I will leave you alone.”

He was quick to grab my arms and pull me over to straddle him. His hands moved to my neck, pulling my head down to give me a kiss.

“Do you want to know what I have planned for us today?” He asked as I put my weight on my hands beside his head, looked down at his hand and pushed a strand of my hair behind my ear. I frowned.

“What?” I muttered.

“We are going to train.” He mumbled.

“Train?” My eyebrows raised.

“If you want to be safe, you have to gain some fighting skill and that includes using a gun.”

Suddenly, I felt excited. I had seen him using weapons of all sorts even on people, including that time he made me ride a gun on his lap. To be honest, I actually wanted to learn.

“Really? When do we leave?” He chuckled.

“You are going to train without a gun first, I don't think it is safe to let you out on the shooting range just yet, Abigail.”

“What do you mean? I am an excellent fighter.” I said, sitting up straight and folding my arms to make my point. His eyebrows raised.

“Oh, really?” I nodded my head.

“Fine, hit me.” I frowned in confusion.

“Excuse me?”

“Hit me, baby girl.” He said casually.

“Or what, you are scared?” He teased me.

I clenched my hand into a fist and swung it to his chest but of course he was faster. He gripped my wrist, making me gasped and then I tried to hit him with my other hand but he caught that too.

“Too slow, baby girl.” He smirked.

“Fine but I want to go now, so come on.” I jumped off him and he sat up, stretching.

I looked in the wardrobe to find something to wear, some of my clothing was there as well. I picked up a pair of tight shorts and a cropped long sleeve, that would help me train.

We had breakfast before leaving the house. We drove to the place where the training was going to be. He said that his men usually trained there as well, just like him. He drove by himself, although we had another car behind us. He was wearing training shorts, displaying his rather toned legs. I had never see him in training cloth before but fuck, he did look hot in them. The t-shirts he was wearing sat tight around his shoulders and arms because of his huge muscles.

I was brought out of my thoughts when we stopped in front of an enormous gate. I frowned and turned to him, he was talking to the guard and then the gate opened, we drove in. My jaw literally dropped, it looked like a resort, a huge garden and practically a forest right by the road. It led to a mansion that was absolutely gorgeous.

“Who lives here?” I asked.

“Me.” I turned to him and my eyebrows raised.

“You have more than one house?” He chuckled.

“I have eight including two safe houses.” He responded.

“Safe house?” I asked as we parked outside the mansion and he shut off the car.

“Yes, if we were in danger, that is the safest place to go.”

We stepped out of the car and he picked up my bag containing some clothes to change on later. He then snaked one arm around my waist and led me to the door.

“Wow,” I said to myself when we walked in.

It was amazing with high ceilings and a huge chandelier hanging above the staircase. It was even bigger than the one he was currently living in. We walked through the house and I was already lost, we walked down the staircase, to a sort of basement but it seems fancier than a regular basement. And soon we entered what looked like a gym, it was a big room with a boxing ring in the middle. I saw some men spread out inside the room, training and fighting and when they noticed us, they all greeted us and bowed their heads to him. I recognized Oliver and Dale.

“Abigail, what are you doing here?” Dale asked, walking closer to us. I smiled at him, he was always so sweet.

“Luciano is going to teach me how to use a gun.” He raised his eyebrows and glanced at Luciano who shook his head at me.

“Don't even try, come on.”

I said goodbye to him and walked after Luciano who made his way to one of the corners. It had a mat on the floor and a punching bag hanging from the roof. He pulled something that looked like a bandage out of his bag and took a hold of my hand. He wrapped it around my knuckles,I guessed it was some sort of protection for when you punch on the bag or something.

“Are you nervous, Abigail?” He asked, I raised my gaze to look at him.

“No, why would I be?”

“I am just checking.” I gave him a wired look, when he was done, he backed away a few steps.

“Let me see what you got.” He said, folding his arms.

“You want me to punch the bag?” I stepped closer to it.

“Yes,” he chuckled.

I had never really done this before except for a few years ago when I trained in boxing for like a month. I took a deep breath and raised my hands in front of my face before laying the first few punches. I looked at him for reassurance but he had an emotionless expression.

“What do you think?” I asked.

“It works, not the best I have seen?” He smirked and I rolled my eyes at him.

“Continued,” he mumbled.

I continued with the punch and he walked around me, just judging me and said something about my posture or the force I was using. My favorite part was when he decided to show me how it should be done. I watched as his biceps flexed when he punched the bag and it was clear that he was good at this.

“You keep your shoulders like..” he demonstrated it to me.

“And not the way you are doing it.” He said and I followed his movement.

After one hour without any bigger break, I was soaking wet. The sweat was basically running down my back and I had to take off my shirt, leaving me in the sports bra. He wasn't too happy about it, though, the men clearly noticed but they didn't dare to even look my way. After one last punch, I bent down, resting my hands on my knees.