Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Rico thought it would be a great idea for us to find something fun to do while he prepared his favorite Russian dish. However, Micah's idea of fun isn't enjoyable for me because I end up getting hurt. I dodged one punch aimed at me, only to be met with another one coming straight for my face.

"Ouch!" I yelled, instinctively placing my finger on my bottom lip, which was now bleeding.

"Hey, take it easy on her!" Ace shouted at his brother, his gaze fixed on my bruised lip.

"I've always wanted a sister," Micah said.

"What for, so she can be your personal punching bag?" I retorted.

"Well, no," Micah replied. "I'm sorry, Joe Joe, but you need to practice. Besides, you said I shouldn't take it easy on you."

"I'll handle you later," Ace seethed, tugging me out of the training room. "It's a good thing I didn't let him near the gun; Jake was probably right."

I recalled how earlier Jake had insisted I didn't need the training, arguing that I was in a safe pla