Ride Or Die | Book #1 ✓

Chapter 12

"To be a Crestmont, you have to fight like one." Xander declared as he paced back in forth in front of me. The whole gang had been surrounding me and I could feel everyone's eyes boring into the back of my head. Standing up straight, I was in a black sports bra and a pair of black workout leggings.

"Now to see what you know initially, we're going to test you. Greyson.." Xander nodded at Greyson. Greyson Crawford, another one of Pierce's toys yet she was the older woman. Greyson hated my guts for no reason, so I was positive this was only about to go one way.

Greyson who also was in workout clothes exited the crowd of the rest of the gang who watched intently, a smirk was plastered across her face and she looked at me with intent in her eyes. She threw her blonde long hair up into a ponytail, her eyes glaring into mine.

"You may start." Xander clapped his hands together before his arms fell to his sides. My eyes quickly glanced over to Pierce whose eyes were dark and almost like he was ready to pounce at any time.

"So what are you, Ambrosia?" Greyson inched closer to me "Were you a black belt, track runner, soccer player?"

"Dancer," I muttered in response, my years of dance lessons were now about to help me at any point now, and internally cursed my dad for not forcing me to do karate instead of wasting my time on hip hop and ballet.

"Hmm." She smirked, "Not going to help you now." With that said Greyson grabbed my wrist and turned it backward. I forced myself to not let out a yelp but couldn't help it due to the pain of her twisting my arm. Greyson took the distraction of my pain and used it to kick out beneath my foot, making me fall to the floor.

"Guess we didn't pick a good one." Cypress said as he watched from the sidelines, but was sent a look by Xander. "Ambrosia, do not get distracted," Archer demanded, as I looked up at Greyson who still had the same plastered smirk on her face.

"What?" Greyson sneered "Give up? What a fucking waste of recruitment. No wonder your dad passed you off to Aster, obviously are helpless."

Pushing myself up off the red mat that was laid down in the warehouse, the anger fled through me at Greyson's comment of my dad passing me off to my brother. Clenching my hand into my fist, pulling my arm back I sent my fist flying straight into Greyson's face.

Her head snapped back before she regained herself, taken back at what had happened. Touching her fingers up to her nose, she pulled it away to reveal the blood that had started to appear. "Oh, you're fucking dead Ambrosia. Just like your mother."

Greyson clenched her fist, throwing it in my direction but I quickly blocked it with my hand, clasping my fingers around her fist and glaring her straight into her eyes. We shared a second of staring before I took the chance to twist her arm back and send a kick right into her stomach.

Greyson's body stood no chance and fell back to the floor as she clutched her stomach in pain. Walking across the mat to where Greyson landed, I grabbed her shoulder and forced her up.

"Oh, I'm not done with you yet bitch." I gritted at her who was struggling to keep her body upright. Throwing another fist, she turned her head as my hand and the skin of her face made contact.

"Aspen!" Juniper yelled before I could do anything else, making my head whip around to her. She gave me a warning look, a look a mother gives her child's. Taking a deep exhale, I turned my attention towards Greyson who glared up at me from the floor.

"Get up Crawford." Archer demanded, Greyson pushing herself off the map, her glare not leaving me before she walked off "Cypress you're up."

Cypress pulled his shirt off before walking up to the mat. "You ready Ambrosia?" Cypress smirked at me, as he approached closer to me. I glanced over at Juniper in fear, Greyson was one thing but Cypress would kill me.