The sparring session began without warning.
Armani stood in the center of the mat, shirtless, muscles gleaming under the training lights, his gaze locked on Riley like a predator sizing up prey. The rest of the girls formed a loose circle around them, watching with a mixture of curiosity and tension.
“Attack me,” Armani barked, voice sharp and commanding.
Riley lunged forward, throwing a punch with everything she had. Armani simply sidestepped at the last second. Her momentum carried her past him; she stumbled and fell hard onto the mat. Laughter erupted from the girls watching.
Armani shook his head, disappointment clear on his face. “You can’t be this weak. Fight me like you mean it. Truly fight me.”
Riley pushed herself up, jaw clenched. She attacked again — faster this time, a com
