CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE

I'm dead. I have tequila sweating out of every pore in my body and Thomas still demanded we train this morning.

Do I regret taking all those shots?

Absolutely not.

I kneed Alessandro Moretti in the balls, and I'm still high from that.

It was fucking epic. The way he held his poor balls in his hands, the redness in his face. He never expected that move, and that is the only reason why I got up this morning when Thomas knocked on my door. Because he taught me how to bring Alessandro Moretti to his knees.

I've never felt more powerful.

Only now I'm lying on my back, covered in sweat and out of breath, with Thomas standing over me.

"You know, you could make a lot of money as a hired killer." He drawls lazily. "I have some connections if you're ever interested."

I inhale sharply. "I can't even overpower you, I would suck at that job, don't you think?"

He smiles. "But you managed to overpower Moretti. Not a lot of men can say that."

Yeah, fucking epic!

I don't even feel