Bound to my Enemy Chapter 161

"Great. Just great"

Aaron rolls his shoulders slightly.

"And just so you know," he adds casually, "he ant what he said."

"About what?"

" not going easy on you."

I glare at him.

"You Traitor."

Aaron smirks.

"Ready?"

I raise my hands again.

"Let’s get this over with."

Aaron rolls his shoulders once, loosening them.

"Alright," he says.

I stare at him.

"You’re actually going to continue?"

"You heard him."

Aaron raises one eyebrow.

I sigh heavily and drag my hands down my face.

"Fantastic."

He gestures to the mat.

"Co on."

I step back onto it reluctantly, stretching my arms out a little to shake off the stiffness from earlier.

Aaron watches carefully.

"Ready?"

"No."

"Good enough."

He moves first and Unlike Zane, Aaron doesn’t strike imdiately. He circles slowly, watching my stance like he’s studying a puzzle.

"Your guard is too low," he says.

"It’s not."

"It is."

Before I can argue, he flicks his hand forward and taps my shoulder.

"See?"

"That barely counts."

"Point proven."

I grit my teeth and tighten my guard.

Aaron’s style is different from Zane’s. Zane fights like a storm....fast, aggressive and overwhelming.

Aaron is calr and more calculated.

He attacks suddenly, I block the first strike but the second, his foot sweeps lightly behind my ankle and I hit the mat with a dull thud.

"Damn it."

He offers a hand bt I slap it away and push myself up.

"Again."

Aaron shrugs.

"Your funeral."

The next twenty minutes are brutal, every ti I think I’ve improved sothing, Aaron dismantles it.

My punches are too slow, my stance shifts too much and my balance is terrible. At one point he literally steps aside and lets trip over my own montum.

I hit the mat again hard.

"Oh my God," I groan, staring up at the ceiling. "This is humiliating."

Aaron crouches slightly above .

"You’re improving."

"That’s a bloody lie."

"It’s not."

"You’ve knocked down seven tis."

"Eight," he corrects.

I sit up and glare at him

"You’re enjoying this aren’t you."

"Just a little."

I push myself back to my feet, breathing harder now. Sweat is sticking strands of hair to the back of my neck.

Aaron watches again, then he says sothing strange.

"You know he’s not doing this for fun right?."

I pause.

"What?"

He crosses his arms loosely.

"Training you."

I frown.

"Of course he’s not doing it for fun. He’s doing it because he likes controlling people."

Aaron’s mouth twitches faintly.

"You think that’s the reason?"

"Yes."

He shakes his head.

"You really don’t see it, do you?."

"See what?"

Aaron hesitates and for a mont it looks like he might say sothing more. Then he steps back.

"Never mind."

"Oh no," I say imdiately. "You don’t get to say that and walk away. What does that an?"

"Focus on your stance."

"Aaron."

He gestures toward the mat again.

"Co on."

I stare at him.

"You’re unbelievable."

But I raise my hands again anyway.

"Fine."

We start circling but I’m distracted now.

"What did you an?"

Aaron doesn’t answer he lunges forward suddenly and I barely block in ti.

"Focus."

"I am focusing!."

"You’re not."

He knocks my arm aside and lightly taps my ribs.

"Dead."

I groan.

"Can you stop doing that?"

"Can you stop leaving yourself open?"

I swing at him in frustration and he dodges easily.

"You fight angry," he says.

"I am angry."

"I can tell."

Another strike, another block and stumble. By the ti we finally stop I’m exhausted and my arms feel like lead and my breathing is uneven.

Aaron tosses a towel, that I catch it and wipe sweat from my face.

"Remind why I agreed to this again."

"You said you didn’t want to be fragile."

I sigh.

"Yeah Right."

Aaron leans against the wall near the weight rack and for a mont neither of us speaks, then his phone buzzes, he glances down at it.

His expression changes.

"What?" I ask.

He doesn’t answer imdiately. Instead he types sothing quickly and slips the phone back into his pocket.

"What’s going on?" I ask again.

Aaron straightens.

"Nothing you need to worry about."

That answer does not reassure , but before I can push further, the door opens again.

Zane walks back in, his expression is darker than before like whatever he was Called for in his office didn’t go well.

Aaron pushes away from the wall.

"Well?" he asks.

Zane doesn’t answer right away, Instead he looks at then at Aaron.

"We have a problem."

My stomach tightens slightly.

"What kind of problem?"

Zane ignores the question and turns to Aaron.

"Thomas called again."

Aaron’s posture stiffens.

"What did he find?"

Zane runs a hand through his hair, clearly irritated.

"Sothing about the crash."

The air in the room changes instantly as the mory of that night flashes through my mind without warning.

The screeching tires and the sll of smoke.

"What about it?" Aaron asks.

Zane’s eyes flick to briefly before returning to him.

"They finally traced the source."

"Who?"

Zane’s jaw tightens.

"That’s the problem."

A beat of silence passes..... then he says quietly,

"I don’t think the hit wasn’t ant for Elaine."

My head snaps up.

"What?"

Aaron frowns.

"What do you an?"

Zane’s voice drops slightly.

"It was ant for ."

Aaron says slowly,

"You’re sure?"

"Yes."

"How?"

"The car that hit us was following my route that night," Zane explains. "Not hers."

My heart starts beating faster

"So... the attack wasn’t about at all."

"No."

Zane’s eyes darken.

"Soone wanted dead."

The silence that follows feels heavy.

Aaron crosses his arms thoughtfully.

"Did Thomas figure out who ordered it?"

Zane hesitates.....rhat hesitation sends a chill down my spine.

"What?" Aaron presses.

Zane exhales slowly

"He has a lead."

"Who?."

Zane’s gaze shifts briefly in my direction and sothing unreadable flickers in his expression.

Then he looks back at Aaron.

"It might be Lucas."

My breath catches.

"My brother?"