18
GABRIELLA
The door to the room opened and I blinked back my tears when the owner of The Labyrinth, Jake Montgomery, slipped inside with a cup of hot tea in his hands. I had heard so many good things about the illustrious club owner; if it wasn’t for him my brother—and so many other fighters—wouldn’t have gotten where they were today.
He was a good looking man with salt and peppered hair, dressed to perfection in his black slacks and crisp, blue button down shirt. He had the air of a wealthy businessman, and never in a million years would you think he was a club owner. Everyone loved him, and I could totally understand why.
After I ran out of the room, crying my eyes out, I collided with Jake. He immediately escorted me straight up to his office, which was where I’d been ever since.
