Only a fool would think he can’t fight. Being a trainer doesn’t mean he can’t dish out a serious ass-whooping.
“I was, and she’ll be staying at my house for the foreseeable future,” I answer.
To be honest, if he or Chase wants to push the issue one fucking inch, I’ll fucking break ‘em both.
“She in love with you?” Dale asks.
“She doesn’t know it yet, but yeah. Just as much as I am with her,” I say before walking away and heading to the locker room.
I need to get ready. Pounds are going to be shed and muscles are going to be worked until they’re hard and lean.
I know when Bree arrives because the moment she steps into the place, I can feel her presence in my mind. Like she’s rooted there.
Chase notices it too though, and the dirty ass look he gives me lets me know he’s going to make my life a living hell.
Fuck it though, she’s worth the hell and pain. She’s worth everything.
“Hey Dale,” I call out after a very long set of burpees. “Casey said you wouldn’t punish him too hard because he’s a kid. Sounded like he called you a pussy to me, but I could be wrong.”
“Casey!” Dale shouts out across the gym, and I would snicker if I wasn’t worried about getting in trouble.
Casey, poor kid, was sitting on the desk next to Bree, reenacting something for her. And I can tell by the way his head turns toward us, he’s scared.
Yep, little turd shouldn’t have fucked with me.
Stopping my burpees exercise, I bend over at the waist, taking a couple of deep breaths. Burpees don’t look hard on the body, but they are, and they fucking suck. Do enough of them and you’ll wanna die.
Casey jogs over to us and gives me the stink eye. “Yeah?”
“I’m a pussy, huh?” Dale asks with a growling snarl.
Casey’s eyes go wide. “What? I… I never said that.”
“Place your bets, ladies and gents,” Dale shouts to the gym. “We’re going to see who can last the longest, Casey or Emmett. First one to puke has to mop up th
e mess!”
“Wait, what?” I ask in horror. “What the fuck did I do?”
Dale cackles as he looks around at the growing crowd. “Burpees, boys. Ten sets of ten to start off!”
“I just did twenty sets of ten!” I mutter loudly.
“I hate you, Emmett,” Casey groans as he gets into position.
“This will teach you both about the value of being a good role model. And it’s good for your testicular fortitude,” Dale laughs. “Now start!”
Fuck. Me. I’m going to die.
I can see Bree over at the desk, watching in growing confusion as all the guys and gals around her start betting money, workout routines, and just about anything under the sun.
“This is gonna hurt,” I whisper to Casey.
“I really hate you,” Casey groans as we both drop down into our first set.
The first ten reps aren’t too bad. I just remember the video I was shown earlier this morning, replaying Jamey Silva’s words in my head.
Dead little bitch.