Lucky Strike (Super Harem #1) - Catherine Banks Page 0,36

someone was able to finally drill that into your head. Unfortunately, I hear the roar of the Association’s trucks, which means reinforcements are near. I won’t risk getting caught. So, I’m going to end this quickly. I wanted to play, but I am out of time.”

With a burst of speed I had not expected him to have, he ran forward and delivered a combo that caught me in the jaw and stomach and caused me to stumble backwards.

Throwing one arm up to protect my face, I used the other to deliver jab after jab to his jaw.

We danced around the rubble, tripping occasionally, and hitting each other again and again.

The last time I had fought him, he had knocked me out within seconds. Now, he was sweating, focused, and working to defeat me.

Unfortunately, he did defeat me.

He moved like he was going to tackle me, causing me to drop my arms, and then punched me as hard as he could in the jaw.

I fell onto my back, groaning as I fell onto a piece of broken cement just beneath my lower back.

“Violet!” Hurricane yelled.

Dad stood over me, and dusted off his clothes. “I’m impressed. You are definitely better now. If only you had been like this as a child.”

“Move back from Violet Strike!” Vortex yelled.

Wind swirled around us, and I wondered why Hurricane was trying to help me.

“I’ll see you around, Disaster,” Dad said. He punched me again, my head bounced off of the cement, and as the pain exploded in my skull, I passed out with stars swirling around my eyes.

Chapter Twenty

They say your parents are supposed to teach you lessons as you grow up. To teach you how to be a better person.

Although my parents were villains, and awful parents, I had learned some things from them.

When I was five, Mom had taken me to an aquarium. She’d shown me the different creatures and explained how you could use pieces of them to create poisons and ingredients for paralysis darts.

Dad had beaten the crap out of me as a toddler trying to teach me to fight. Although I had never been able to defeat him, I had learned some things. Some hip throws had come in handy when a man got too handsy in a bar when I was in my early twenties.

Now, Dad had taught me another lesson.

You were never too old to get whipped by your father.

After two days in the medical ward, they finally released me. They wouldn’t allow anyone to visit me, had taken my phone, and forced me to stay in bed.

It had seemed weird since I had only gotten cuts, bruises, and a concussion, but the doctor finally admitted they found some questionable material on my suit and at the location of my fight.

They wouldn’t tell me if Gargoyle had been quarantined, too, but I assumed he had.

When I finally got back to my room, I took two showers, changed into pajamas, and flopped down onto my bed with my phone in hand.

There were fifty missed calls, twenty voicemails, and thirty text messages.

Most were from Tyson, but some were from Vortex and Hurricane as well.

I wanted to rest, but I needed to talk to Austin. So, I got up and made my way to his quarters.

He opened the door after my first knock, pulled me into his arms, and slammed his door shut behind us.

Instead of talking right away, we stood wrapped together in silence for several minutes.

“What happened after the Green Mask knocked me out?” I asked.

“He fled. Transistor disappeared, too. Hurricane and Vortex tried to go after your…the Green Mask, but ultimately didn’t want to get too far from you. They wouldn’t even let me get near you. I had to stay at the site to talk to the suits who came, but Hurricane and Vortex brought you here to get treated.”

Why? They had broken it off.

“The medical team wouldn’t let me visit you,” he whispered. “I started to worry they were keeping you hostage, but the new Director allowed me to view the surveillance videos to prove you were awake and not tied down.”

“You thought the head of genetics was going to try something?” I asked.

He nodded and gripped me tighter. “I would have forced my way in and destroyed anyone who got in my way. I would have burned this damn place to the ground.”

I kissed his cheek. “You say such sweet things.”

“So, villain parents, huh?”

I sighed and dropped my head against his chest. “I had hoped to