CHAPTER 13
The announcement of the Royal Rumble hammered endlessly into the silence like a brutal physical blow again and again. Tomorrow night. The words echoed in Lauren’s mind, amplifying the dread, the exhaustion, and the fiery, reckless determination.
Ryle remained undisturbed, maintaining his machine-like rhythm as he shadow-boxed. He had what he wanted: an immediate, guaranteed chance to punish Lauren for carelessly mentioning Rianne.
He wanted to make her pay, and deep down, he knew the truth: he was far worse than Taron for the calculated cruelty he was about to inflict.
No, he knew that. Ryle was well aware that he was worse than Taron.
Lauren didn’t wait for him to leave. She turned back to the heavy bag, ignoring the protest of her aching muscles. She had only today. One
