Love Struck

10 | NEW COACH

A/N : JAX HAS A DIRTY MOUTH, DON'T BE OFFENDED 

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" What the hell do you think you're doing in my Gym ? "

All the culpable boys were standing in the desk room of Jax Parkson-Stewart, ex marine, retired coach and owner of the Blood Brothers Gym. Tall, heavily built with an imposing carrure that could scare any man, his blue eyes, contrasting with his tan skin, were impassibly reaching for everyone of them as he was losing his self control at each of his inspections.

" Explain, now." he spoke in a commanding yell, the authority in his voice echoing in the small room.

Each one of them knew better than to open his mouth first and just like that, Adam, Zach, Ryan, Paxton and Najm were standing all facing him, with a clever move from Paxton to be the separation between the aggressors and the victim.

When the silence became too heavy, it was only for Jax to close his eyes, a hand coming on top of his closed eyelids and a sigh of despair escaping him.

" Oh my God, yall really want me to beat your asses." he stated with all things truthiness.

When he opened his eyes, the most unlucky of them had the honor to be his victim and just like always, Paxton knew he was due for a scolding.

" Speak Stone, why did I come back to my gym being rummaged by those street thugs ?" he demanded, making Pax smile at him vainly.

" Listen Jax, it's not what you..."

" It's coach for you too." he retorted with anger and authority.

His voice made Paxton nod, several times, Adam close his eyes while Ryan continued to look straight front.

" And you asshole, how come you disappear three years and appear like a fucking butterfly to saccage my gym ?" he yelled commandingly at Ryan, his hand suddenly hitting his desk.

Ryan's eyes finally looked at him, his hands still crossed behind his body and unmoving, he didn't show any of the sentiment he had inside. He knew better than to answer the coach, especially in this condition.

But someone else was suicidal.

" Sir, we just had an argument, we didn't mean to..."

" And who are you ?" Jax yelled at him, making poor Najm flinch.

At some point, Adam decided to take the blame for it all.

" It's my fault coach. I got carried away because of something and blowed him."

" Then why was fucking Grayback the one taking him by the collar when I came in ?" he growled loudly, unbelieving.

Suddenly, all eyes went towards Ryan and Ryan closed his own as he stood straight, to not let anyone see anything of the internal turmoil that was seizing him.

He messed up, big time.

" The audacity." Jax growled looking at Ryan before he looked at them all, alternatively, stopping on Adam. " You're suspended from the gym for a whole month, I don't want to see your Arab face near here, you hear me ?" he required more than asked, making Adam nod.

" Yes coach."

Jax's eyes deported to the second Hazar, his eyes narrowing on him and making him gulp on solid air as his eyes looked back on the ground.

" You stupid shit, you think I didn't hear about you doing your street rat business ?" he asked suddenly, making Zach stiffen and Adam close his eyes now. " I'm not training you for you to waste my time, if you can't handle it, get the fuck out of here. Next time it won't be the cops you will deal with, but me." he reprimanded with strength, looking suddenly more like a dad than a torturer.