Aria POV
That sickness in the pit of my stomach started up, and I was so tempted to look behind me at my guys, but with the threat coming at me, I stayed focused.
For several seconds, nothing happened. Then the coach rounded the mat, and I followed his movements.
Did he not know I went to public school where, for a short time, I was bullied? Drew had hated it and got me defense lessons.
He attacked, and as I was taught, I struck first, landing a blow to his side, stepping on his foot, and throwing my fist into his crotch.
I didn’t know for sure what kind of personal trainer Drew hired, but he was clear: strike with the intent to disable him. The d**k blow, as he called it, was the most effective, but it had to be hard and firm to have him go to his knees in pain.
With how quickly Coa
