Claim (Fury Brothers #5)

I sighed. “Bell—”

She shoved her hands into her gloves. “I’m ready. Let’s do this.”

Right. It seemed talking was not on the agenda.

“Jab, jab, hook,” I ordered.

She hit the pads. Hard.

We settled into our training, and every hit was filled with angry power. We circled the ring. “Let’s mix things up a bit. You do the hits you want.”

Her face sharpened. She came at me with a flurry of hits. Her gloves hit my pads with forceful slaps. I had to use everything I had to get the pads into position in time.

“You’re pissed off.”

Her chest heaved. “No. I’m training.”

She slammed a fist toward my gut. I blocked it.

“Bell, look about Klara—”

Bell whirled and landed more hits. They came so fast I barely blocked them in time.

“I havenodesire to hear anything about Klara.” Her voice was clipped. She swung her arms, coming at me again.

I dumped a pad and grabbed her wrist. “Hey—”

“Let me go.” She tried to yank her arm back.

“No.”

Suddenly, she hooked her leg around my ankle. I wasn’t expecting it. I crashed to the ground, bouncing on the mat, but I didn’t let her go. She fell on top of me.

“Let me go.” She squirmed.

I gripped Bell’s hips. “I didn’t sleep with her.”

Pure anger filled her face before she hid it. “It’s none of my business.”

I cupped her cheek. I couldn’t stop myself. “I think it is.”

She went still, not looking at me.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured.

Blue eyes flicked to mine. She yanked her arm free, and I let her go. She pushed to her feet. “It’s none of my business who you fuck, Beau. You can fuck every woman in New Orleans if you want to. I don’t care.”

She climbed out of the ring, and headed for the change rooms.

I stared at the ceiling for a moment. That went well.

I sat up. I wasn’t done.

13

BELL

Islammed into the women’s change room.