CHAPTER 13
MAUREEN
The mansion was dark and quiet, save for the dull hum of lights lining the corridor. I walked quickly, glancing at my phone—4:50 a.m.
I didn’t want to be late. Not today.
I’d barely slept. My body was still sore from yesterday’s training, and my chest still ached from the way Domenico looked right through me.
But I refused to give him a reason to dismiss me.
I stepped into the gym, tightening the strap of my sports bra as I scanned the space.
He was already there.
Punching the bag like it owed him money. His shirt was off, muscles slick with sweat. Every hit echoed through the space like thunder. Boom. Boom. Boom.
He didn’t even look at me.
“Four fifty,” I said quietly.
“Five,” he replied, punching harder. “You’re late.”
“I’m not.”
“Late is late.”
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