The Submissive Assassin (BxB)

Epilogue

~ 5 years later ~

I had to keep up with him, but he was way faster than me.

In all fairness, he was much older than me and way taller, so his legs were longer. He could jump over fallen tree trunks with ease, while I had to climb over them. He did ask me if I wanted a piggy-back ride but of course I refused; I needed to do these things on my own if I wanted to be as strong as him.

We sprinted through the forest, dodging trees and twigs, hopping over traps and trying to make the least amount of noise possible. It was a good thing to be stealthy, but it was so hard; he had so much control over his body and his movements that I didn't, but I knew I'd soon learn how to.

He said I was super smart for my age—I'm five years old—and that I would learn a lot more as time went on, and much quicker than my own uncles. He even said that I was stronger than he was at his own age.

I made certain to stay alert, my eyes glancing every direction, even backwards to make sure there was nothing that could ambush us. Unfortunately, I didn't turn around quick enough and I slammed into his leg, my face bouncing off the side of his thigh.

"You have to be able to look behind you much quicker than that," he grumbled, leaning down to meet me at my eye level. His golden eyes examined my face for a few seconds before he asked, "You alright?"

"You don't have to baby me, I'm five now."

"Shut up," he said as he straightened his spine. "Anyway, there's a monster up ahead. What do you think we should do?" I looked up; there was a large blue monster painted on a tree trunk. The trunk was very narrow and the tree was shorter than him; I could definitely crush it in one hit.

I couldn't help but smirk; this would definitely let me show off for a bit. "I got this one."

He planted his palm on his hips and nodded his head forward, taking a few steps backwards. "Go on, then."

Why was I suddenly nervous?

Maybe it was because I just didn't want to disappoint him, especially since he looked at me as if I was his greatest accomplishment. He seemed so proud and thrilled, motioning with his head for me to start moving forward.

I jogged up towards the tree, and then, after swinging my arm back, launched my gloved knuckles against its center. The pain that sparked through my hand and my wrist made me wince, stepping backwards and frantically waving my hand. The tree didn't budge and I was in so much pain that my eyes started to water.

But the pain instantly disappeared when I heard him growl, "What the fuck are you doing?"

He gripped me by the back of my collar and dragged me further away from the tree. Then, he knelt down in front of me again to meet my eye level, and his eyes filled with concern reached for my hand and pulled off the gloves for a moment to examine my knuckles.

"That was garbage, Natalia, you've shown me better than that before. You're not doing the basics; you have to keep your fist locked tight, or else this happens."

He forced my hand to flattened, poking my knuckles a bit and pressing on them. "Nothing seems broken so you should be fine," he consoled, before reaching for my glove and putting it back on. Then, he met my gaze and I saw his brows furrow. "Why the fuck are you crying?"