Quinn wasn't playing games with her today thus she tightened the straps on her boxing gloves while saying, "Get into a power stance Dakota. We don't have all day."
Her tone was extremely intense and terrifying and Dakota reluctantly stood in what should have been a power stance but looked more like I am going to collapse if you dare hit me.
Quinn beckoned her over and Dakota whimpered before doing what one could only presume was a short left hand punch but there was no strength in it at all. Quinn ducked and Dakota tripped and almost fell into the boxing ring ropes.
Dakota clearly demonstrated the attitude of a spoilt rich kid sitting on the floor and Quinn was a little flustered. Dakota was really testing her patience today. "If you don't get up I am going to tell your dad and he will take away your little peach," she said after recalling the list of threats Dakota's father suggested might work.
This little peach she was talking about was Dakota's limited edition fading pink to white McLaren parked right outside. That alone made Dakota scurry to her feet putting on a tough appearance but in truth, she looked like she had been bullied.
Before Dakota could attack offensively a loud annoying voice broke through the gym making Quinn resist the urge to roll her eyes. "Quinn, can't you see that she is crying? How can you bully such a beautiful girl like this," said a brawny man with muscles gain from mostly steroids?
"Travis, who let him in here?" said Quinn while turning to the part owner managing the gym. Travis was training another young man when he turned to look at Kirk leaning against the boxing ring rope.
"I banned him from the gym but my business partner vetoed it and there is nothing I can do," said Travis walking towards him, "but if he makes trouble again I will definitely kick him out for good."
Kirk raised his hands in surrender but the entire time he was gawking at the girl's figure outlined by the leggings. Wanting to be the knight that saved the beauty he turned to Quinn and said, "How about you pick on someone your own size?"
Quinn who was trying to ignore this pervert pressed the tip of her tongue on her canine tooth suppressing her anger. This man was just a bad image in the gym. He was either hitting on women while they were trying to work out or he was pushing steroids on other clients.
If it weren't for the fact that he was related to Travis's business partner he would have been beaten up already and kicked out. "Kirk, walk away and mind your business," said Travis while pointing at the door for him to leave but Kirk didn't even look at him.
His eyes remained fixed on Quinn while he said, "Are you jealous? Is that it? I will hit on other girls but not you so I understand why you are so hostile to me. You are hot, that I can't deny but you are too uptight for a girl. Maybe if you act a little coquettish someone will ask you out on a date."
A clanking sound echoed in the gym as one of the trainers put down the bar for his client and walked over ready to drag this man out. He wasn't about to let someone disrespect Quinn like that.
Travis raised his hand to stop him before looking at Quinn. "Quinn how about you demonstrate to miss Dakota how to correctly defend herself against creeps? Kirk, do you mind," said Travis, and Kirk snorted coldly as he glanced at Quinn's tiny body.
"Don't beg me later," he said and put on a pair of gloves. Dakota got out of the boxing ring feeling a little scared for Quinn. How was it possible for a woman that size to beat a man thrice her size? She suddenly felt bad for squirming just now.
"Quinn be careful," she said but Quinn didn't look at her. She had had a terrible weekend and wanted to vent her anger. Who would have thought Kirk would deliver himself to her doorstep?
Kirk's lips quirked into a perverted smile as he tightened the straps of the boxing gloves. The moment he stepped into the boxing ring, he didn't even have time to say some cringey words when he was knocked to the ground. His ears buzzed as he struggled to get up with a dazed expression.
He slowly got to his feet but before he could understand what had just happened to him he was punched twice and he staggered back. This time he recovered quickly and struck back but Quinn was faster than him. She blocked his attack and swept his leg turning a boxing match into an MMA fight in minutes.
Everyone watched on as Quinn put this man in his place. While the two of them were fighting it out in the boxing ring a group of men dressed in black suits entered their expressions deadly and terrifying like one wrong move and they would pull the trigger.
"Who are you?" asked Travis not even daring to take a step.
At the center of the group a woman clad in a red pencil skirt, red blazer and white court shoes showed herself. Ignoring Travis she turned to Quinn who was in the boxing ring and stared at her with a disdainful look on her face.
Quinn took off her boxing gloves and wiped the sweat on her forehead with the back of her hand as she stared at the woman who looked two parts similar to Alison. She suddenly had a bad premonition.
She silently passed through the ropes of the boxing ring and handed her gloves to Travis. "Do you need any help?" he asked but Quinn spoke her heart.
"Mrs Bach, let's talk in the canteen," she said and led the way. This gym was massive with several levels. The first level had an Olympic-sized pool, the second level was the main gym with all sorts of equipment and the third level was the boxing gym.
The canteen was linked to the first level thus she took them there as it was the only place that could accommodate her and her entourage without disturbing other clients. Quinn sat down and pointed at the seat opposite her before saying, "Please, sit."
The woman showed a look of disgust and her assistant brought out a sanitizing spray before spritzing it on the chair and table. He wiped them down diligently until the woman's brows relaxed.
Quinn couldn't help but scratch the back of her neck trying to be patient with her. She had no impressive background and no one could protect her from this woman thus she could only try to be patient and listen to what she had to say.
"I heard you convinced my Alison to find Leif and break into his mansion. You have always been a bad influence on her and regardless of how many times I told her to stop involving herself with you, she wouldn't listen…. Now she offended someone very important because of you. Don't you have anything to say?" she finally said after uncomfortably sitting down.
Quinn, "…"