Jack didn't wait. He drove a knee into Ethan's gut, doubling him over, then shoved him back against the metal with a loud clang.
"Don't fucking lie to me!" Jack roared. "You selling me out? You telling them how I train?"
"I—I just needed the money—" Ethan gasped out.
That was all Jack needed to hear. He cracked Ethan with a right hook that sent him sprawling to the floor.
"Stay the hell away from my camp," Jack growled. "Or next time, I won't stop."
He walked out of the gym without looking back, his blood still boiling. Ethan was done—and now, it was time to make sure Grant knew the games were over.
( yeah this is diff ethan)
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Jack stood in the center of the gym, his hands on his hips, sweat dripping off his face. The sound of his breathing filled the space, heavy and controlled. Across from him, his new wrestling coach Aleksandr clapped once.
"Good," Aleksandr said. "Again."