Chapter 3 - The Gym Coach Learns A Terrifying Lesson Too
The bald coach with neck tattoos stared in absolute shock, his swagger vanishing into thin air instantly.
“Get him off!” the coach roared, charging across the mat with a heavy, swinging haymaker.
I pivoted smoothly on my heel, letting his momentum carry him past my shoulder into empty space.
As he stumbled forward, I grabbed the back of his collar and drove my knee upward into his jaw.
Teak wood teeth clicked together as the coach collapsed unconscious beside Dustin in a crumpled heap.
The remaining three sparring partners froze mid-stride, their boots glued to the canvas as they realized the danger.
“Who’s next?” I asked quietly, looking around the circle of terrified young men with dead eyes.
None of them moved an inch, their hands dropping slowly to their sides in total, humiliating surrender.
A heavy, oppressive silence fell over the gym, broken only by Dustin’s ragged, terrified breathing on the floor.
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I stood up slowly, dusting off my carpenter’s jeans without breaking a single drop of nervous sweat.
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