Sold To The GangLeader (discontinued for the time being)

CHAPTER EIGHT

Ayla's outfit for later on.

Important author note at the end‼️

It's been a long week and a half of training with Layla and Lela. Every bone in my body is sore and feels like giving up. I just want to sleep for a year.

I've been here for three weeks now, which is kind of hard for me to believe. Time sort of passed by faster than I thought it would.

Walking into Cole's room, I went over to the bed but didn't see my small blanket, so I grabbed the big one off of him and went over to the couch as he sat up.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He spoke as I put the blanket on myself and got comfortable.

"Sleeping." I replied and could feel his glare on me.

He decided to take me from my family, so he has to deal with the way I act. And I won't make it fun for him.

"Ayla, we're not done yet!" Lela said as she stormed into the room and turned the lights on.

Groaning, I threw the blanket off of me and walked out of the room.

We went down to the training room and Layla gave me a small smile.

"I hate you two." I mumbled, suppressing a yawn.

"We're tired too. Let's get this over with, so we can go to sleep." Lela said as Layla got into position.

"Why can't we just finish tomorrow if we're all tired?" I grumbled with an eye roll as I got into position across from Layla.

"Because tomorrow we'll have the day off and we can sleep for as long as we want." Layla intervened. "Come at me."

I lunged forward and threw a punch to Layla's side. She quickly blocked my punch and kicked my side, making my stumble. I blocked her punch to the face and kicked her stomach when she was too occupied with trying to punch me in the face. Layla stumbled back and I swept my foot under her feet, making her fall on her back.

"Honestly, I'm tired. That's the only reason why you were able to do that." Layla said as she stood to her feet.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." I chuckled and she sent me a playful glare.

I really hate to admit that I enjoy spending time with these two. I'm supposed to hate them, but they haven't done anything, so why am I torturing myself by forcing myself to think that this is hell?

It could have been worse.

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Groaning softly, I walked into Cole's room and laid down on the bed, not bothering to put the blanket on me. He must've taken it back when I left the room.

I turned on my side and let out another groan from the pain that went through my body.

I pulled the blanket on me and Cole turned on his side to face me.

"Stop pulling the blanket." He retorted, glaring at me. "Your spot is the couch."

"Be a gentleman and take the couch." I mumbled as he pulled some of the blanket back towards him.

I'm not sleeping on the couch with the pain I'm feeling from all the training I've done. I want a place to sleep where I can move comfortably on, without fearing that I'll fall if I turn too much. That place happens to be Cole's bed, so he's going to have to deal with it for the meantime.

"This is my room." He stated while turning his back towards me.

"You're the one who told your men to trash the room I spent so long cleaning. I could've been out of your hair." I replied and he ignored me.