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RYLEY
Monday rolled around and it was time to get back to work, to training. Camden apologized for not picking me up at the police station, and like I already knew, it was because he was busy f*****g the three girls at the club. At least someone had fun. Thankfully, my motorcycle was still there in the parking lot when we went back to pick it up.
When we walked into the gym, I saw the owner, Carter Bennett—who also happened to be Gabriella’s brother’s coach—down at the ring talking to mine, Danny Echols. Carter was probably somewhere in his late forties and a head shorter than my coach by almost a foot, but he was one of the most hardcore fighters I knew.
Gabriella’s brother definitely had one of the best coaches around along with me. My coach was a little bit older, but he was just
