24
GABRIELLA
WHEN CAMDEN CAME back to get me, his eyes went wide when he took me in. I ripped up my yoga pants and T-shirt so that it would give me the movement I needed, but still the amount of skin exposure Scar wanted. My hands were wrapped and I was in full warrior mode. No smile, no sign of weakness, just me and the task at hand. I was going to make my opponent suffer.
“Gabby?”
I had thought Camden was going to help me; that maybe there was a heart inside of him somewhere. Unfortunately, he was just like the rest of them—a murderous, money hungry, piece of s**t. For one night, I was going to give in and let my anger fly. I would show them all, including Rage, what my rage looked like.
“Sorry, Striker, Gabby’s not here right now. If Scar wants a fight, he’s going to get it. And if
