Page 56 of Outcast

"You saw him, didn't you?" It was weird to ask, but that had to be what flipped his emotions.

"Yeah," he grunted. "I saw him on his way out."

Okay, this wasn't going to turn into a complaint fest about Matías. He was still here, and I'd been dodging his calls left and right. The one line he hadn't crossed was showing up at my house.

Yet, I wouldn't put it past him.

"The school is in the next building. Where we keep all our little badasses." I grinned. Those girls were going to be something when they grew up.

He studied me as we rode the elevator down. "You're not concerned with them getting killed on jobs?"

I shook my head. "That's always a possibility. But women get hurt everyday by men. This way, they'll be trained not only on how to defend themselves, but to go on the offensive, how to quickly leave a situation, and cover their tracks if they need to."

The elevator dinged and I led the way to the school.

"That's actually pretty smart."

"We thought so." Going through the gate, we could already hear sounds of Olga putting the girls through hell.Papáshould have had Olga training the Dirty Dogs. She was hell on the ego.

The middle group of girls were with her today.

Several called out to me, and I waved. I wanted to check on Molly and this walk with Esteban was a perfect opportunity.

We moved inside the school, heading for the gymnasium. While a lot of their training was held outside, classes and exercises were run in the gym.

"The classrooms are on either side of the hallway. We cover regular courses, such as math, English, science. Then we also have guest teachers on poisons, repairs, electrical wiring. Anything that we think might be useful to get them out of a tight situation." I shrugged. "Or finish the job."

He whistled under his breath as he passed the lab used for poisons. He eyed the hazard signs with appreciation. "I'm impressed. How many classes have you sat in on?"

"All of them," I snorted. "I like to have a full and secret arsenal too."

We reached the end of the hallway, where there were two doors. The one on the right led to the theater, and the one on the left the gymnasium.

"That way is where the girls take dance classes–"

"That's a deadly skill?" he snarked.

I smirked at him. "Grace is a skill. I've been taking those classes too. The girls love when Amorette and I join in." Amorette hadn't been able to do many of the classes while she was pregnant or right after, but now that Cossette was getting bigger, she attended one with me a couple weeks earlier.

She was perfectly poised and petite, like a tiny elfin fairy. Until she couldn't get her feet right, then she was an angry-faced pixie.

"Shit, you got me." He raised his brows, glancing at the theater door.

"But we're going here today." The girls should be in thepractice segment of their class. A perfect time for me to pop in. Esteban would enjoy this too.

I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The gym was warmer than the rest of the building but still severely cooler than outside. Those poor girls with Olga were sweating to death.

The youngest group of girls were in here. I spotted Molly right away, where she stood off to the corner. Her group seemed to be ignoring her and her dagger stares.

I sighed as I approached the teacher.

This class was run by Jewel, a world-class motocross racer. She specialized in both dirt bikes and off-road motorcycles.

"This is the class I should be in." Esteban rubbed his hands together as we walked between the groups of girls working on learning the anatomy of their bikes. Once they knew the parts, their functions and why they were important, then they'd start taking lessons.

This class was held twice a month and it was quickly becoming a favorite.

"I knew you'd like it." I turned to Jewel and smiled. "How are the girls doing?"

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