16. Protect

Raiden’s pov

“Stay here!” Mr. Bianco growled at me. “I will deal with you later.” He got some guys to help carry Dylan out of the gym.

The motherfucker couldn’t walk. He couldn’t see either, since I beat his face to a pulp. There weren't enough curse words to describe the anger I felt for the bastard. I wish I would have killed him, but I was happy that he would be in pain for a few days or more.

I had watched from a distance, making sure Dylan wasn’t pushing Atalanta too much. It was clear she had no training. Even simple things, like hitting Dylan, she didn’t do right. Not only did she start with her thumb inside her fingers, making it likely to break, she didn't use her whole body, only her arm.

Dylan didn't show her how to stand in a figting stance, how

But instead of teaching her the right way, he just kept barking orders at her. I couldn't, however, spend the entire class staring at her as if I were some sort of stalker. She looked really good, too. She was filling out her spor