~NICO~
I planned to train before work.
Clear my head. Hit something. Shower. Leave.
Simple.
That’s the only way mornings make sense.
I change into my workout clothes—dark tee, shorts, trainers—and head for the house gym, already rolling my sleeves up, mind running through schedules, shipments, the two men Adriano wants me to meet before noon.
Then I hear it.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Leather taking punishment.
I stop at the door.
Another combination lands hard. I already know who it is. I don’t go in right away. I lean against the frame and watch.
Cake’s got the heavy bag swinging like it owes her money. She’s working it like it insulted her mother.
Not textbook pretty—effective as hell.
Her hair’s tied up, half falling out already, dressed in black, of course.
She’s in black high-
