I'm pretty sure Mondays are going to become my new favorite day. Finn goes into the shop by eight, and I come to the gym with Ironhide. Granted, I have a prospect assigned to me. Chad is today's pick, and strangely enough, Motormouth is here, too. We've been next to each other on the treadmills for the last forty-five minutes. I'm surprised at how chill this chick is. The few times I've been around her, there's no doubt she's scary as f**k, and you couldn't pay me enough to try and go toe-to-toe with her, but in shorts and a razor-back tank, she's a little less threatening— but still terrifying at the same time.
It might be weird, but I want to get in on the action with the club planning to open the fighting ring again. For fifteen years, I was forced to, and I didn't think I'd ever w
