Free The Blood Order (Fanghunters Book Two) by Leo Romero Page B

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    Dom sucked in a quick lungful of air. Before he had a chance to release it, Trixie was on him. She went straight into a forward handspring, flipping across the training mat like a wind-up toy. All Dom saw was a spandex-clad blur rushing toward him like an unstoppable typhoon. His head darted left and right; his instincts told him to dodge, roll, move. Do something! Anything!
    Trixie thundered up to him. He was rooted. He watched on, helpless as she flipped over, the backs of her legs coming down above his head. Before he could react, Trixie caught his throat between her thighs while on her way down. Dom let out an ug! just as he instinctively grabbed hold of them. Trixie's momentum sent him down. His back hit the mat with a thud, Trixie coming down on top of him, her butt landing on his chest. He struggled to release himself from her grip, but it was no use; it was like being caught in the pincers of a giant lobster.
    Give it up, Dom, he thought to himself. She's got ya!
    He flopped back. "Okay, I give in," he said. She didn't release her grip.
    "Hey, on second thoughts I quite like this," Dom said, squeezing out a grin . "Keep going."
    She clenched her thigh muscles, and then he couldn't breathe. "Okay... Maybe not so much now," he managed, beneath the pressure, his head ballooning with trapped blood. "You... can... stop... now..."
    She growled before finally releasing him from her vise-like grip and rolling away.
    Dom collapsed back, his chest heaving. "Man, I'll never wash this neck again," he said, gently rubbing it better.
    Trixie leaped to her feet. "If you're not gonna take this seriously then there's no point in continuing," she said, dusting her hands.
    Dom frowned. He used his elbows to prop himself up. "Hey! I take this deadly serious. I just don't feel comfortable fighting a chick, okay? If I hurt you, I'll feel bad."
    Trixie titled her head back and laughed. "You? Hurt me? That's a good one, Jack."
    "The name's Dom, doll. I don't know who this Jack is you keep referring to. Maybe he ditched you for someone else?"
    Her smile vanished; her face turned as dark as thunderclouds. "Hey, don't make jibes about stuff you know nothing about."
    A wicked grin spread across Dom's face. " Sooo , I'm hitting a nerve, huh? That's good, that's real good. Means I'm onto something."
    "The only thing you're on is your ass. After you were floored by a chick ." Dom's wicked grin was now matched by the wicked gleam in Trixie's eye. "Now, are you gonna put up a decent fight, or are we calling it a day?"
    Dom got back up to his feet and arched his back. "You know, maybe I should take on Rufus." He turned to face him. "What do you say, Roo? How about me and you go toe-to-toe?"
    Trixie laughed. "He'll break every bone in your body."
    Dom gave her a sideways look. "Puh-lease. The guy's four feet nothing. If I can't get him on the ground, then I may as well give in."
    Trixie sighed. "Be my guest." She glanced at Rufus. "Go easy on him."
    Rufus nodded.
    " Although I know it's tempting not to, " Trixie added under her breath.
    Rufus faced up to Dom. He bowed at his opponent before he put his hands up martial arts style to protect his face, a steely look etched into his youthful features.
    Dom put up his dukes, street brawler style. Hey, if you lose to the chick and this midget then there's no chance for you, he told himself.
    He laughed to himself in a nonchalant manner. There's no way this dude can take me.
    There's no--
    Without warning, Rufus lunged, catching Dom off guard. In the next instant, Rufus was in his face, unleashing a barrage of karate chops and slices like he was trying to fell a tree. Dom's eyes bulged in a panic. He put his dukes up, hoping to protect his face. In doing so, he took his eyes off his diminutive opponent. Rufus took the initiative. He bent his knees and extended a leg. He swung it around in a fierce circle. Dom felt a smash in his calves. The blow swept him off his feet. He became airborne, his arms