Camilla Carter has had a rough life of abuse and pain. Her twin sister protects her as much as she can, until she can't. Keaton Woods, a boxing fighter who hates any man for laying a finger on a woman. Keaton is also an underground fighter. How does...
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"Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive."
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Keaton and I just left the café and are sitting in the parking lot of the boxing arena for Maggie's interview.
It's about 6pm so I have a little bit to get ready and set the infirmary for Devin.
"I'm going to go get ready then I am going to set the infirmary for Devin." I unbuckle my seatbelt and open the car door.
"I can help you if you need me to." Keaton says, opening his door and getting out.
"I got it. I have a lot to do before Devin gets here."
"Okay. I will be inside with Adrian."
I wave a dismissive hand. "Okay, well I got to go."
I walk inside and go straight to the locker room.
I quickly changed into the black leggings and maroon colored polo shirt. I clip my ID badge and throw my hair up into a high ponytail.
I put my vans back on and walked out of the locker room.
I see someone leaning against the door of the infirmary. As I approach the door I know who it is.
"Mason?" I yell, confused.
"Hey Camilla."
I approach the door. "What are you doing here? You usually work night shifts with Atlas."
"Devin texted me to tell you something."
"Okay. What is it?" I cross my arms.
Mason walks forward. "He wants you to know that he is waiting for you to get home."
I raise an eyebrow. "Is that supposed to scare me? He doesn't even know where I live."
"Just a messenger. You can be scared if you want to princess."
I pull the infirmary keys out of my pocket. "I actually have a job to do so if you could take your empty threats somewhere else that would be lovely." I say with a smile.
Mason rolls his eyes and walks out of the arena.
"Idiot," I mutter, opening the infirmary door.
I flick on the lights and open all the cabinets.
I go into the storage room, grabbing all the supplies I need. Filling all the cabinets with all the medical supplies needed.
I check my phone, 7:25pm... time for Maggie's interview.
I turn off the lights and lock the infirmary.
I look to my right and see Maggie pacing around, reading off of a paper. I laugh to myself. She has absolutely no reason to be nervous, my manager already adores her.
