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Chapter 1071: This round is mine

Chapter 1071: This round is mine

[Short Flashback]

"Is this a win?" Dominic smiled in excitement, keeping his wife underneath him with a toy gun on her forehead.

Underneath him was Heaven, sweating and panting, smiling at the proud man who was able to take her down. Dominic and Heaven had added wrestling or sparring into their routine. It was Dominic’s idea, thinking it would be better to train under the best of the best. Hence, whenever Bear was not available to be his sparring partner, his wife would happily spar with him.

So far, sparring with the two of them has shown significant improvement in Dominic’s close combat skills.

"Fifty matches..." Heaven laughed under her breath. "Me fifty and you, zero."

"Darling, your math isn’t adding up." Dominic cocked his head to the side. "Fifty matches: forty-nine your win. This round is mine."

"No, it’s mine."

The second those words rolled out of her tongue, she swiftly circled her legs around his. At the same time, she shoved her hands toward him. In a matter of seconds, she was able to snatch the toy gun from him. Before Dominic knew it, a grunt escaped him as his back thudded against the floor.

TAK!

"Dead," she said after pulling the trigger on his forehead as soon as she turned the situation.

Heaven smirked, watching surprise replace his confidence. She already released his legs when she managed to switch position, now sitting on his abdomen with her feet on either side of him.

"You killed me," Dominic remarked when he recovered, squinting his eyes. "You said you love me."

Heaven arched a brow. "You’re my opponent. I give no chances to my enemies. Or maybe there’s a reason people call it kill of passion."

"Darling, if you get the chance to kill your opponent, it’s only natural to do it," she remarked, bending over seductively until her face was hovering over his face. "If not, then they would kill you."

She pouted and playfully caressed his forehead. "You got a nice forehead. Poor you, I put a hole in it. "

"Fifty matches. Heaven, fifty. Dominic, zero," he grumbled in disappointment, breathing heavily as they had been sparring since an hour ago. "If I pulled the trigger without hesitation, would this match still be mine?"

"No."

Dominic frowned. "How come?"

"Because I would’ve acted much sooner than entertained my dirty thoughts." Heaven smiled from ear to ear until her eyes were squinting. "You look sexy, you know?"

"Don’t imagine it," he chuckled. "I’m temporarily dead right now."

Heaven pouted, leering at him as if she would strip his clothes. It was just a matter of consent.

"My pride and ego are hurt," he pointed out playfully. "I should be depressed."

"Would you prefer it if I went easy on you?" she asked out of pure curiosity.

"No?"

"Damn it."

"Haha. I’m kidding." Dominic held her waist, smirking maliciously. "I am sad, make me feel better."

"Oh? Now, we’re talking," Heaven arched a brow, grinning.

"We won’t be talking in a second," he humored, watching her bent over until her face was inches from his. But before her lips could touch him, Dominic suddenly spoke.

"Can you teach me how to do that?" he asked seriously, watching her pull her head back. "I have a bad habit of... taking my precious time. Though I might try to avoid it, in case I’d be in this same situation, do you think I can turn things around just like you did?"

"Of course you can." Heaven blinked. "If you practice enough. The thing is, when you’re on top, people tend to get cocky. Meaning, they lower their guard. Even with a weapon —"

Heaven almost bit her tongue when Dominic pressed her hips. He suddenly tackled her until her back hit the floor.

TAK!

Her mouth fell open, blinking in disbelief. Her eyes were a little wide, staring at the person on top of her with the toy gun on her forehead.

"Like that?" he asked, cocking his head to the side.

"Uh..." a short laugh slipped past her lips, which grew louder in no time. "Goodness. Still my win, though. You died first."

"I know." Dominic tossed the toy gun to the side, lowering his body and planting a soft kiss on her. "Now I feel better."

She chuckled against his mouth, moaning as he deepened their kiss. She wrapped her one arm around his neck, unbothered by the sweat covering their skin.

"Let’s shower first," she suggested with a moan, pulling her head away from him. "I feel sticky."

"Mhm." He kissed her one more time and she let him, engaging in a passionate kiss until both of them were satisfied.

After a full three minutes of kissing, Dominic pulled his lips away. He rested his forehead against hers, inhaling her breath. His hands remained on her hips with the other on her back.

"Fun fact, the use of the gun is somewhat rare in this kind of situation," she whispered, watching him pull his head back. Her lips stretched upon seeing the lines on his forehead. "Darling, guns are used to make sure your enemy is dead before they can even reach you."

She wiggled her brows playfully. "I’m saying if you came this close, it means guns are no longer used. Or maybe you ran out of ammo. So, you fight with your fist. It’s a battle of pure strength and wits."

"I’m barely following," he confessed, intrigued. "Are you saying there’s a high possibility that in close combat, you can only take down your enemy with brute strength?"

"Unless you’re Bear, then you’re right."

"..."

"When you fight someone in close proximity, the one at the disadvantage would desperately fight for survival. They would try to get their hands on anything that could turn things around. A shard, a rock, a dumbbell just like this one, or anything. Depends on the location and what’s available," she winked, showing him the dumbbell she reached out on instinct when he tackled her. "I would’ve hit you with it if only you were my real enemy."

Dominic glanced at the dumbbell that was still in her hands and laughed in amusement. "I still have many things to learn, I guess?"

"No rush." Heaven winked again. "We can take things slowly."

"Now I’m sad again," he humored, lowering his head to kiss her again.

"Not for long," she joked before welcoming his lips.

******

[PRESENT TIME]

His wife was right. When a close battle ensued, it was mostly because a gun couldn’t settle it. It was amazing how his wife’s insight into these types of battles was broader than a horizon.

"Die, Dominic. Or rather, die, Minister."

Dominic had been in this same type of situation. To be honest, he had been in this situation far too many times with Hera. He could still turn this around, considering Dane was too injured to anticipate Dominic’s action to save himself.

However, instead of doing anything, Dominic simply stared at Dane’s bloody face. He glanced at the rock Dane swung up and slowly closed his eyes. He didn’t know exactly why he closed his eyes when he knew Dane would crush his head.

"Ahh!!!" Dane shouted his lungs out, about to hit Dominic’s head with the rock.

BANG!

The second gunfire rang in Dominic’s ear, he instinctively opened his eyes. Without even thinking, he tilted his head to the side to avoid the rock. The rock thudded loudly against the ground, followed by Dane’s screams.

"Ahh!!" Dane hunched in on top of Dominic, holding the searing pain in his wrist. "Ahh!!!"

Dane screamed and squealed, still on top of Dominic. "Ahh!!!"

Deep lines appeared between Dominic as he gazed down at Dane. The latter was still hunched in while seated on top of him.

"What’s the use of sparring with me if you’re just going to close your eyes like that?" Suddenly, a voice penetrated Dane’s deafening screams. Dominic’s brows rose, slowly shifting his eyes to where he heard the voice.

"Pathetic."

His breath hitched as soon as he saw the person standing several steps from them. A pair of burning yet chilly phoenix eyes made him freeze up on the spot. Dominic’s lips parted as he whispered,

"Hera."