DAMIEN
Rylan groaned and rolled on the ground, clutching his back after our sparring match. I could hear his whining, and it almost made me laugh. Behind me, Drake and Nova rubbed my shoulders, hyping me up after the fight.
“Come on, man. You had him,” Drake whispered, thinking my father couldn’t hear.
But Gareth heard everything. He always did.
“Drake, that’s enough,” he barked. “You’re going with Damien this morning. I want the full collection from every single business. And if you come back short, you’ll be washing dishes in the kitchen for a week. Got it?”
Drake’s jaw tightened. He wasn’t dumb enough to argue. “Got it,” he muttered.
Gareth turned back to Rylan, reaching down to pull him to his feet. I couldn’t help smirking. Rylan’s face was already swollen from the punch I’d la
