Chapitre 39: pole
✨Yuri✨
I have been trained in martial arts since I was younger. Dad groomed Alex and I in different types of hand to hand combat but I personally admire kickboxing. People say I idolize Jean-Claude Camille François Van Varenberg a.k.a Jean-Claude Van Damme and I won't even deny it. That man is a legend. I even learned
Karate, Muay Thai, and Taekwondo because of him. However, I can't seem to land even a pinch on Uno. This man is a fúcking ghost.
After breakfast this morning, Uno started his so-called coaching tactics on me by making me run the compound perimeter. And mind you, Isiah's compound was 20 hectares. Uno gave consideration that I only do 3. I can't even imagine how humanly possible it is for me to finish that 20.
Uno didn't allow me to take hold of my breath, we headed straight to the basement where the gym was located. I was ecstatic when he said 'gym' but all I saw was a desolate, dusty, room with worn-out matting.
"Come on, Baby Laskin" my trainer mocked. He'd been calling me that name since this morning and it only adds to my anger and the fact that he interrupted me with Angel, my anger and frustration were piling inside me. "Make me sweat will you? I haven't had a good fight in a long while."
I cleaned the sweat dripping from my eyelashes from covering my sight. My muscles were overworked but I raised my arms and got my footwork to the rhythm. We've been at this for three hours now but my opponent was acting as if he was strolling in the park.
This man didn't even do anything, he just stands there, waiting for me to attack and when I do, he uses my own strength against me. Must be some kind of kung fu. I better change my tactics or else I'll become a laughing stock in this house.
I advanced towards him using a front kick and aimed a jab in his face. Like I anticipated, he used his hand leaning his body to the side and evaded my strike. While he was busy at it, I used an inside foot sweep and followed by a straight punch aimed for his jaw. It was a good attack, it took Uno by surprise but he sprinted backward before my fist collided with his face.
He smirked "nice try."
My frustration was eating me up. He wasn't even sweating and I'm already drenched.
"No one has ever beat me in hand to hand combat" he tossed a water canister towards me. I finished half of it "except for one."
"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" the sarcasm in my voice was supposed to insult him but he just laughed it off.
"I don't care how you feel. It's up for you to decide on that. My job is to make sure you won't be a liability" he turned his back on me, I followed him upstairs and I guess that concludes my training for the day.
"The guy who beat you, is he in the ensemble?" I found myself asking as we rummaged through the fridge.
Uno seems like a straight forward guy, what you see is what you get. I can see why Angel was different around him. So far, each of the twelve I met was cool and close with each other but with Uno, Angel was always laughing, carefree, and at ease, at least that is what I saw this morning.
"What makes you think it's a guy?" he tossed a granola bar towards me.
"No way. A girl?" the disbelief in my voice was comical.
"Not just any girl to my defense, she's a 'butterfly'" he made a funny movement with his hand with the last word as if mimicking a butterfly.
And then it hit me "Angel? She's the one?"
He feigned gag "I prefer mariposa than that. You kids are so mushy." He jerks his head and walks upstairs before shouting "we're going out tonight!"
What does that even mean? A drink or a mission? I guess I'll find out.
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I haven't seen Angel since this morning and I was already wondering about her whereabouts.
At seven pm, Uno knocked on Angel's room in his winter clothes. I arched my brows in his get up.
"I told you we'd go out tonight" he rolled his eyes.
"Sorry" I crossed my arms over my chest "I'm straight."
He laughed, really hard. "Oh boy. That's the worst pick up line I have ever heard. I thought you fancy me, Yuri."
My eyes enlarged as planet earth "are you really?"
Uno was now holding his stomach as he threw his head back laughing. "Such an easy target." He shook his head when he calmed down. "We are going out to a strip club. Baby girl is waiting for us."
"Strip club?" mu brows creased "Angel votes for the same team too?" I followed him downstairs to Isiah's land rover.
"Pfff. Andi? Nah... we're going on a job." The car roared to life as the chilly weather of Russia engulfed me. "That girl doesn't even do clubbing. She has no fun in her bones at all."
Good thing Angel was straight, not that I mind if she was gay. That still wouldn't change how I feel about her.
Uno was a little too talkative. He chatted about girls the whole ride. I felt like a saint with the way he talks. Mom called me a womanizer too many times but this guy, man, he's the king of all womanizers.
After an hour, we arrived at a place close to the beach. It was a secluded part of town but the light sound of people chatting and the music playing was a bit disturbing. I am Russian, born and (half) raised, but I spent most of my time growing up training, I only learned about nightlife when I moved to New York.
As we entered the wooden building, the smell of alcohol, sweat, and smoke was mixing with the loud music. All sizes and shapes of guys are seated at tables with either girls in skimpy dresses entertaining them.
Uno took a vacant table at the corner of the club. A waitress approached us and tended to our orders.
"Where's Angel?" I asked against the sultry music playing in the background. The waitress placed a bucket of beer on our table as Uno pointed to the stage.
My eyes widened when I saw Angel on the stage wearing a naughty school girl dress with a blond wig. "What the fùck?"
"This is her mission, we are here if she needs back up" Uno spoke nonchalantly, like he just answered a 1 + 1 question.
My eyes were glued on the girl of my wet dreams. She held onto the pole in the middle of the stage, did a spin, and sat, puffing her behind when she stood. Men cheered when they had a glimpse of her perfect behind and thong. She smiled seductively while she climbed up the pole.
My hold on the beer bottle tightened when she spins before doing a nose breaker drop. The room roared with cheers but I felt like she just took away ten years of my life.
"Who's her target?"
"Nah-uh" Uno mocked "no killing anyone for you tonight, Baby Laski."
My eyes never left Angel as she skillfully took over the pole. She flipped on her hands, wrapping her legs on the floor, flipping back up only to hang on her knees and with her right hand holding her right ankle.
She moves like a pro but I hate that she's showing her body like this. I want her only to myself, and this… is outrageously maddening me.
The waitress came back to refill our bucket. "I want thirty minutes with her."
Uno chuckled while shaking his head "you're whipped man."
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Cadeaux
-- Cadeau
reçu État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
stone