Saving Lilo

Chapter 3

"Lilo are you even trying right now?" Gavin barks wiping sweat from his face.

I huff placing my hands on my knees, "No, I always look like this after minimal effort."

He growls kicking my feet from under me falling face first on the mat I groan rolling to my side, "That was rude."

"Don't be a smartass Lilo. I don't show mercy and neither should you." He pulls me up from the mat closing his hands tightly around my neck. "How do you get out of this?"

My mind spins trying to think of a way to be set free.

Quickly losing air I grip his arm with one hand while stepping out to elbow him in the face. He drops to the ground letting me go. Still firmly grasping his arm I twist it until it's pinned securely behind him.

He chuckles rolling away bringing me with him. My face smacks the mat beneath us as he reverses our positions. "Get off." I growl frustrated with him finding this so funny.

"Make me." He snorts. "On second thought, don't. I like where you are right now, beneath me." He smacks my butt annoying me further.

Taking a second to think on my next move against my better judgment I tap. There isn't a way to get free, he's got my arm pinned behind my back and he's fucking sitting on me. Not much wiggle room here.

Helping me up he nods turning away to grab a water bottle. A smug look on his face, "Weak little one, very weak."

Kicking the back of his leg he falls down caught off guard. Wasting no time for him to recoup I press my knees to his back yanking a fist full of his hair slamming his face over and over again into the floor.

Blood spews from his mouth and nose, unfazed by it I continue my assault growling, "I'm. Not. Weak."

He reaches an arm around getting a hold of my shirt throwing me hard to the side crawling on top of me locking my arms above my head.

Wriggling around his blood dripping across my shirt brings my fit to a halt. I might've actually really hurt him now.

Relaxing against his hold my eyes scan the bloody mess that is his face. His scowl turns to a mischievous smile as he wipes his face on the front of my shirt.

Gross.

"No mercy little one, mate or not I need you to train like you plan to kill me."

Nodding he let's me go sitting back taking a swig from his water bottle. Everything in me wants to tend to his wounds but I bury the feelings looking away.

"Here." He offers a towel and icepack but I shake my head. "Lilo take it or you'll be sore tomorrow."

"I'm good. You need it more than I do anyway." I mumble observing him carefully.

His nose hasn't stopped bleeding and I am a little worried I might've broken it. "Maybe you should see a doctor?"

"Pfft." He scoffs. "This isn't shit to what you could do to me. You haven't scratched the surface of damage you're capable of causing."

"You're a little sadistic huh?"

He sniffles wiping blood away with the back of his hand. "You have no idea."

The way he eyes me makes a chill run down my spine. This man is capable of some sick shit.

We both stand me wincing in the process. He laughs walking over to me squeezing my face in his hands. "Hide that pain little one, don't show you're hurt. It'll put you at a disadvantage."

"Okay." His eyes wonder to my lips as he licks his own. Part of me wants to taste him but the rational part of me thinks that is a bad idea.

"Are we done here?"