Chapter 6 Machine
SIX
MACHINE
I couldn’t seem to get Badger out of my head, and was still sore from our encounter days later and couldn’t seem to focus as I thought about my Bunny in that matching yoga set, the way her body moved as she went through the class.
I’d gone to the gym every day since just to get a glimpse of the goddess that consumed my mind.
Some may have thought it was creepy; I, however, couldn’t care less. I wanted her.
I got through as much work as my brain could handle.
I was better in the real world, using my fists instead of typing away at a computer.
That was Kade’s specialty. Mine was breaking people’s faces and getting answers.
I guess that’s why he was in charge. If I were calling the shots, there would be a hell of a lot more turf wars going on.
After spinning around in an office chair for a while and making sure that all of our men were working, I decided it was time to go to the gym for my workout.
I walked into Domino’s and swiped my new membership card, then headed to the locker room and quickly put my personal items away. I found it strange that the gym had a co-ed locker room. Not that I minded seeing sexy women getting naked, it was just a little jarring.
A short redhead gave me a double-take when she looked at my face. I was used to it at this point. The scar across my eyebrow seemed to pulse at the attention it was getting. I touched it instinctively, making the girl blush and walk off.
I shook my head, trying to shed the uneasy feeling I got whenever someone stared at me. I liked to blend into the background, but that was hard for someone who’s six foot four and built like a linebacker, not to mention the insane amount of scars and ink that covered my body.
I walked out to the main floor of the gym and made my way over to the weights.
In front of me, a big burly dude was sparring in the boxing ring at the center of the gym.
As he turned, I saw her; Badger wore a matching black sports bra and black yoga shorts, showing off her impeccable body.
Her hair was in a high ponytail that swished in the air as she moved.
She looked extra amped up today, moving faster than usual.
I started lifting weights, watching her closely. She was quick on her feet and danced all over the ring. The man sparring with her moved with ease as well, blocking most of her strikes, but he was still taking a beating.
“C’mon Buddha, take her down!” a blond man cheered on from the side of the ring.
Buddha clenched his jaw and threw a punch that just barely missed Badger’s cheek. The action made my blood boil.
I wasn’t sure where this possessiveness came from, but I knew that I hadn’t felt this worked up in a long time.
Then the hit came. Badger was knocked down to the ground, and without thinking, I bolted toward the ring.
She looked up and our eyes met in a split-second exchange that threatened to knock the breath right out of my chest.