I stood outside the sleek, modern gym on the edge of downtown with nothing but a small suitcase and the clothes on my back.
The money my stepmother had given me was already running low after three nights in cheap motels. I couldn’t go back to the Midnight Club. I couldn’t face Sarah, Elias, or Damien. And after what happened with my stepbrothers, going home was no longer an option.
I was completely alone.
A black and silver sign above the glass doors read: RAPID FITNESS – Elite Training.
I had found the place through a desperate late-night search for “intense personal training near me.” The reviews were brutal but effective, people said the head trainer, Jax Voss, didn’t just sculpt bodies. He broke them down and rebuilt them into something stronger. Something obedient.
I needed that.
