My Gangster Babysitter
Castielmafia boss wife
Whatever it was, I could read his movements better than the first day of training.
We circled each other, counting our breaths, eyes watching one another. Markus feigned a push kick and aimed for the kill with a right spinning kick. I blocked both, wincing at the power of his attack.
‘Damn. The old man is getting serious.’
Following the momentum of his spin, he aimed at my face with a jab. I caught his knuckles, smirking.
“You’re in a good mood,” he commented, as if he was expecting me to be in no shape to train.