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Bianca's P.O.V
3 weeks later.
"What are you doing?! That's not what I taught you!"
I clenched my teeth even tighter, "if it isn't what you taught me, I wouldn't be doing it!" I bite back sharply.
Michael narrows his eyes at me and I notice him take in a deep breath as if calming himself.
"Let's take a break. Five minutes," he instructs and walks away without sparing me another glance.
I let out a breath and put down the silent gun. We are having target practice, even if I keep telling him my aim is pretty decent, Michael still insists we have training, claiming I'm not 'good enough'.
Nothing I ever do seems to be good enough for that dick...
I heard a laugh from beside me and I turned to Leo. "I don't know what's better. Netflix or your workout sessions with Michael," Leo jokes, making my frown deepen.
"Shut up," I snap at him and he smirks goofily. I try to keep my face serious but I loose the battle and end up breaking into a small smile. He just has that effect on me.
"You can't even stay mad at me for one minute," he says while ringing an arm around my shoulders before leading me out of the private gym.
"That's because I feel guilty for being mad at you when you already have the burden of your hideous face weighing you down," I bite back, feeling proud by my insult.
"Hmm," he humms, placing a finger on his chin in fake thought. "So you think I'm hot."
My eyes widen. "Where the hell did you get that message from?" I ask, shocked by his assumption
"Now I'm very sure you think I'm hot," he says just as we reach the kitchen. I could feel my face heat up because I very much do, but it's not like I'd admit it.
"I do not!" I argue childishly.
He moves away from me and heads to the fridge, "yes you do," he sings back while sticking his fat head in the fridge. Why does his voice have to be so good...
"Proof?" I challenge and he freezes before turning towards me with a mischevious smirk freshly plastered on his face.
I watch him drop the jar of strawberry jam on the island and advance to me slowly. I back away.
He kept coming until I felt the counter from behind me end the journey.
He didn't bring his face too close but traped me with his hands holding two sides of the kitchen counter.
His beautiful brown eyes bored into mine, I notice the sun rays from the window nearby reflect on his beautiful carmel skin, creating a sun kissed glow on him. His soft, curly brown hair was a bit damp with sweat from exercise. I also noticed drops of sweat stroll down his forehead, down his cheekbones and onto his jawline, some landing on his nose or his pink, plump lips.
I swallowed.
"Do you need more proof?" He asks with an obvious smirk in his voice.
I open my mouth to speak but I'm lost for words. I swallow a couple times before letting out the first thing that comes to mind.
"You have a girlfriend! Move it!" I yell while pushing him away from me. He obliged with a laugh.
I couldn't not feel the heat on my face.
He sends me a wink just as he walks back to the fridge, seconds later Jasmine and Hazel walk in.
After the encounter with Asher three weeks ago we all agreed for Jasmine and I to stay in the private gang house.
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Reborn
Action"You're even more badass than before," Caleb said, his blue eyes twinkling in amusement. - Bianca moved on, she grew up. She mended her shattered pieces and created a new life for herself. Her broken heart was finally back to the way it should be. B...
