Book 1 of the Moretti Chronicles
PREVIOUSLY KNOWN AS "The Girl Who Walked Into A Bar"
•1st place General Fiction in Star Dazzle Awards
•Best Plot Twist in Star Dazzle Awards
I was so close, so close to coming when a knock on the door interrupted u...
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"Try to break free" Emma commanded, holding me from behind.
I did exactly what she had taught me and threw her on the ground. She fell to the ground while I bent down trying to catch my breath.
"Good job. You're a fast learner" she complimented me with a smirk.
We have been at this for hours. I was tired and covered in sweat. All I wanted to do was take a break, but she wasn't having any of it.
We have gone over all the basic techniques and I was sure that I was still not ready. If someone tried to attack me right now, I would have probably taken off in a sprint.
Suddenly there was a clap from behind me.
"Not bad" Emilio said.
He was the last person I wanted to see right now. Rolling my eyes, I just ignored his presence.
"Why don't you try to get out Emilio's hold" Emma suggested.
"I'm good" I replied quickly.
"Are you scared?" he teased.
That's it. I walked up to him and he grabbed me, squishing me to his front. I was more than ready for this and have been waiting for a long to hit him somewhere, anywhere.
I never liked being this close to him. He smelt so good and being this close was distracting me from the task at hand.
Taking a deep breath I moved my hands forward and made a fist in front of his pelvis to create enough room between us. After that I hit his nose with my forehead, which caused him to stumble away from me and I used this opportunity to knee him in the groin.
"MERDA! CAZZO!" he exclaimed in pain.
He fell to his knees, holding his manhood groaning in pain. I couldn't help the smirk of satisfaction that took over my face.
"Good job" Emma said, giving me a high five.
I took a look over at Emilio and he was now on the ground, still holding his manhood. I guess I kicked him pretty hard, but he deserved it. It was so satisfying to see him in pain.
He was cursing loudly in Italian and I couldn't help but wonder what exactly he was saying. Also his accent was so sexy when he spoke Italian, but that wasn't the point.
He stood up slowly, giving me a murderous glare as he walked away with a limp. So I didn't really think this through. I knew he was going to get me back and I would not like it one bit.
Well, it's a good thing that I learnt a few self-defense techniques; because I'm going to need it. I have just woken the sleeping dragon.
"Uh oh. I mean, he did want you to show him that you could defend yourself" she tried to reassure me after she saw the glare he sent my way.
