Chapter 13: The Conversation

Anastasia Honchar's POV

Work, Train, Sleep. Work, Train, Sleep. And right now, I was tired of this routine. I know my limits, I just need to spice it up a little bit.

So here we were, training. As Marco likes to put it, getting to know my self-defense better. He did what he wanted to me, like going on to be a better puncher or throw some dagger. I mean, I was trained by Alfred, one of the greatest assassins in his lifetime. But now, I was stuck with this psycho.

"Okay, so what you want to focus on when you were throwing the dagger was not the dagger itself, but the targets that you will throw at. Watch," Marco instructed and when I watched him throw it, he struck the targets perfectly. Enough to boost his ego that was already big like Mount Everest. He turned to smirk at me. I rolled my eyes.

"See what I mean? You need to be the focus," Marco said before he went behind me and he directed me to throw the daggers. I was wearing my clothes, thankfully. It was a long sleeves shirt that I rolled it to my elbow, and a loose pant as well as sneakers. I don't see why not wearing it.

"Okay, now focus. Take a deep breath," he instructed as he guided my hand. One of the dagger and one on my waist. He was whispering to me that made blood rushed to my face. I ignored the sensation.

"Throw," he whispered and before I knew it, I threw it. It was not closed to what he had but I was in the circle of death. I smiled as I turned to look at him. Our faces were inches away before I cleared my throat.

"right. Now that you know how to do it. I will let you play with it for a while," Marco said as he stepped away from the area and went to get something from the back of the warehouse.

I smirked at his retreating figure before I picked the dagger and threw it onto the targets. They all landed perfectly, like Marco's. Only this time, I don't have an audience to show off to.

okay, so I know what you all thinking. Why go through the training if you already been trained by Alfred the powerful assassin, right? Well simple, I have to make sure that Marco was on my sight all the time. It was a job that I did not finish as I did not turn in his real ID to Val. and now I'm not so sure I wanted it to end.

"Woah, you improved much," he said as he got back from the store. I blushed when he mentioned to my daggers, sticking out like a pro.

"How do you learned to do that?" He asked me. I rolled my eyes at him.

"I've trained, you know. I have so much free time before I have this job and I think it was worth it," I said as I looked at my daggers, sticking out like a champion. Marco cleared his throat.

"Right, so now, we might go on with closed combat with the dagger, but we will not be using the real ones. I don't want to tarnish your perfect skin," he said as he smiled at me before taking the wooden daggers. I blushed. He gave me two and he held two in his hands.

"Okay, so let's do what you know," he said as he mentioned to me. I went to dive into the combat with what I know. I dodged his advanced but blocked him as well. I went to stick the wooden dagger into his body but he was good at avoiding me until he stuck the dagger to my back.

"You're dead, well I think you have a good form, for a girl," he said. I gritted my teeth.

"for a woman you mean?" I asked him. He shrugged.

"that too," he said before he wanted to improve my stance.

"wait, do you think I can't do better than that and you wanted me to forget the training that I have since I was 18 years old?" I said as I stopped him from his teaching.

"well, according to my analysis—"

"analysis, my ass. You don't know a thing about a woman, do you?" I asked him. He smirked.

"well, I know that the good in bed and satisfied me," he said proudly. Now I was mad, enraged with his statement.

"so, that's all you see woman, a toy for you to play with?" I asked through my gritted teeth. I was holding the wooden daggers more tightly than I wanted it to be.

"So, what? That's all they good about anything. They could not survive a fight without a man by their side, and I'm talking from experience," he said and that's when he crossed the line. I went to get into his personal space and I went to thrust my daggers in all directions. luckily, he blocked all my advances like he had expected me to get angry.

"yes, this is more like it," he said as he was smirking at me. I hissed at him.

"now, you don't have a say in anything about me being so not on your level, maybe I just don't want to show it. Ever think about that?" I spatted at him as I was thrusting the daggers, which met his in the way. He smirked at me.

"well, I expect nothing less from you, honey," he said before he saw my opening and dug his leg across my foot. I fall back on my butt before he was on top of me, knees in between my thighs and the dagger was on my throat like it was a real thing.

I looked at him with disgust and his thought about the woman. I never took him as a misogynist but now, I know why I mentioned him as a psycho before.

"let go of me," I said as I was struggling under him. He was smiling as I was writhing under me.

"Why are you so mad?" He asked me, laughter in his voice. I grunted at him.

"your opinion about a woman has made me think that you are not only a psycho but also a narrow-minded person. now, get off me," I said as I was pushing him as the wooden dagger was still on my throat.

"Careful, honey, you might not want to call me that or I might lose my mind for sure," he whispered to my left ear as I was struggling to get out.

"in your dream, psycho," I spatted at him. His expression was unreadable and there was no laughter or smile in his face anymore.

"Call me that one more time—" he threatened. I laughed bitterly.

"and what? Kill me? Isn't that was exactly what you did?" I spatted to him. His emerald orbs were shining with something, not the usual mischief. It was anger and lust?

"you took this upon yourself, cara mia," he said and went I wanted to spat at him again, he did the unimaginable. He kissed me and not that I have the strength to fight it. But it was so magnetic and I loved every time his lips touched mine.

"Hmm," was the only answer that I can get out of my mouth right now. I dropped my wooden daggers as I snaked my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to mine. I cannot think of anything else other than pleasing him right now.

he groaned before he dropped the daggers as well and pulled me to crush my breasts against his chest. His hard, abs defining chest. I can sense the growing boner in his pants as it was nudging my stomach. I smiled as I can have this effect on him.

"Anna," he whispered as he broke the kiss to take a breath. I was staring into his eyes before I pulled him closer and I wanted to fill him under me again. He stopped me.

"what?" I asked him as I looked at him. His face was disoriented and he was trying to surpass that.

"you need to go, now," he said urgently as he got up from the floor and left me behind. I gritted my teeth as I don't want to be discarded like trash. I got up the floor and I went to him.

"What's the problem?" I asked him as I turned him around. He was concealing his face behind his hands.

"I said you need to go," he shouted at me while he turned back to walk away from me. oh, no you don't mister.

"no, I will not let you get away after that. After what we have shared," I said to him as I turned him around. And this time, he did not argue because what was in front of me was not Marco but someone that resembled him with his smirk and his mischief eyes.

"is that so, my love?" He said. Even his voice changed.

"what the—" was the last thing that I spoke before he tackled me onto the floor as he was still smirking at me.

"It looks like I have the upper hand here," he said darkly as I was looking at him under a new light.