Chapter Thirty Seven: To Train a lazy Warrior

Ella

Even though he doesn’t tell me how serious it is, I can tell it is from the way he has been gone most of the days and now he wants me to train.

What’s next? Learning how to shoot? I laugh to myself.

He opens the door and pulls me along with him. The training space is simple, almost bare, with white walls that seem to close in on me. A few mats lie scattered across the cold floor, and a single overhead light casts a stark glow over the room.

He notices my shocked expression and chuckles’’What is it?’ he asks in his thick Italian accent.

Sometimes I forget this man’s roots.

‘’It’s just simple. I didn’t know Rich people did simple.’’ I answer honestly and he just shakes his head.

‘’You’re here to train, not on vacation. My men use much worse locations when training.’’

"Here, change into these," he says, handing me a pair of shorts and a sports bra from the bag.

‘’Right here?’’ I ask teasingly.

‘’Where else?’’ He shoots back and I curse him.

I grab the clothes and slowly un