was. She also knew that once they threatened his blood supply that
she was on her own, once again.
A low growl vibrated throughout the room as the door opened. Her entire body tensed and she hated herself in that
moment for reacting. The last thing she wanted to do was to give Greg any kind of response. Something told her that if she did,
the sick bastard would up his game and her situation would get a hell of a lot worse.
When a tall, lean man with golden blonde hair combed back in a style that befitted a CEO stepped inside of the room she
felt herself relax, somewhat. For all she knew this man was worse than Greg, but he didn't have that personal vendetta against
her that Greg seemed to have, so for the moment she decided she wasn't going to panic.
The man stopped just inside of the room. He threw the tank filled with pink water and the floating arm a look of disgust
before he looked between Caine and her with curiosity.
"If you have a moment, I would like to speak with both of you."
Chapter 9
Boston Compound
Boston, MA
"Again," he said as the two-hundred and fifty pound Sentinel, that could have easily been a linebacker had he been born
human, glared at him as he dragged himself back to his feet. "This time guard your left, Cupcake."
"I am guarding my left!" the Sentinel snapped as he wiped the blood dripping down his chin with the back of his hand.
"No, you're not," Ephraim said quietly from the sidelines, not even bothering to look up from the intense game of peek-a-
boo he was playing with his granddaughter. His precious baby girl of course backed her father up with several excited little
coos.
"How the fuck would you know?" the Sentinel demanded. "You're not even watching!"
With an annoyed sigh, Chris dropped down and swept his foot out, knocking the big cry baby down on his ass. He jumped
back up to his feet before the Sentinel's back hit the sparring mat.
"Don't swear in front of my precious baby girl," Chris simply said when the large man glared up at him.
The man opened his mouth to probably bitch some more about Chris' rules, but smartly kept his mouth shut. Since he took
over as the compound and Sentinel's regional trainer a month and a half ago, everyone had learned quickly that his rules were
simple and not to be fucked with.
If his precious baby girl, Jessica, was in the room there was no swearing allowed, ever. When someone broke that rule he
knocked them down and if they didn't learn that rule quickly, he gave them a lesson in fighting that they would never forget.
When it came to his daughter, mate and family Chris didn't play around.
"Get up and let's do this again," Chris said, gesturing for the man to get up again
"I've been doing this for over a hundred years," the man bit out as he stood up. "I don't need these training sessions."
With a bored sigh, Chris backhanded him, sending him flying across the room. The man landed hard on the mat, twenty
feet away with a loud whoosh .
"Clearly you do," Chris said, not even bothering to tell the man to get up since it looked like he was seconds from passing
out.
That was one of the toughest aspects of his job, re-training men and women who had been doing this job for a lot longer
than he had. The problem was that they took their natural abilities and the fact that they'd survived the job for this long for
granted. Not all of them did. A lot of them trained just as hard as he did. He enjoyed sparing with them, learning new tricks and
methods of fighting as well, but some of the Sentinels, like the one currently whimpering on the mat, didn't train nearly hard
enough. They firmly believed the training they received back in their day was good enough.
It wasn't.
With the war currently making everyone's life a living hell, they needed to get their asses in gear as quickly as possible.
The war had been going on for almost eight months now and it didn't look like it was going to end anytime soon. They needed
to get their shit
she was on her own, once again.
A low growl vibrated throughout the room as the door opened. Her entire body tensed and she hated herself in that
moment for reacting. The last thing she wanted to do was to give Greg any kind of response. Something told her that if she did,
the sick bastard would up his game and her situation would get a hell of a lot worse.
When a tall, lean man with golden blonde hair combed back in a style that befitted a CEO stepped inside of the room she
felt herself relax, somewhat. For all she knew this man was worse than Greg, but he didn't have that personal vendetta against
her that Greg seemed to have, so for the moment she decided she wasn't going to panic.
The man stopped just inside of the room. He threw the tank filled with pink water and the floating arm a look of disgust
before he looked between Caine and her with curiosity.
"If you have a moment, I would like to speak with both of you."
Chapter 9
Boston Compound
Boston, MA
"Again," he said as the two-hundred and fifty pound Sentinel, that could have easily been a linebacker had he been born
human, glared at him as he dragged himself back to his feet. "This time guard your left, Cupcake."
"I am guarding my left!" the Sentinel snapped as he wiped the blood dripping down his chin with the back of his hand.
"No, you're not," Ephraim said quietly from the sidelines, not even bothering to look up from the intense game of peek-a-
boo he was playing with his granddaughter. His precious baby girl of course backed her father up with several excited little
coos.
"How the fuck would you know?" the Sentinel demanded. "You're not even watching!"
With an annoyed sigh, Chris dropped down and swept his foot out, knocking the big cry baby down on his ass. He jumped
back up to his feet before the Sentinel's back hit the sparring mat.
"Don't swear in front of my precious baby girl," Chris simply said when the large man glared up at him.
The man opened his mouth to probably bitch some more about Chris' rules, but smartly kept his mouth shut. Since he took
over as the compound and Sentinel's regional trainer a month and a half ago, everyone had learned quickly that his rules were
simple and not to be fucked with.
If his precious baby girl, Jessica, was in the room there was no swearing allowed, ever. When someone broke that rule he
knocked them down and if they didn't learn that rule quickly, he gave them a lesson in fighting that they would never forget.
When it came to his daughter, mate and family Chris didn't play around.
"Get up and let's do this again," Chris said, gesturing for the man to get up again
"I've been doing this for over a hundred years," the man bit out as he stood up. "I don't need these training sessions."
With a bored sigh, Chris backhanded him, sending him flying across the room. The man landed hard on the mat, twenty
feet away with a loud whoosh .
"Clearly you do," Chris said, not even bothering to tell the man to get up since it looked like he was seconds from passing
out.
That was one of the toughest aspects of his job, re-training men and women who had been doing this job for a lot longer
than he had. The problem was that they took their natural abilities and the fact that they'd survived the job for this long for
granted. Not all of them did. A lot of them trained just as hard as he did. He enjoyed sparing with them, learning new tricks and
methods of fighting as well, but some of the Sentinels, like the one currently whimpering on the mat, didn't train nearly hard
enough. They firmly believed the training they received back in their day was good enough.
It wasn't.
With the war currently making everyone's life a living hell, they needed to get their asses in gear as quickly as possible.
The war had been going on for almost eight months now and it didn't look like it was going to end anytime soon. They needed
to get their shit
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