Noah’s POV
I slam my fist into the punching bag, grunting out my frustration, which hasn’t eased at all today. After a briefing about an upcoming job, self-defence training with Hallick and two hours going over the schematics of the hotel that we are providing security for a Gala in two weeks time, I’ve ended up in the company gym trying to punch and lift the feelings that has been eating at me since I drove away from the damn café this morning.
‘Get your ass into the ring’ the gruff voice of my brother in law startles me, making me misplace my punch, the bag swinging outward at an angle, and then back into me with force, catching me in the stomach.
‘f***k’ I growl, doubling over, my gloved hand pressing into my abdomen.
‘You OK?’ Hallick steps up beside me, grabbing the bag and holdin
