ISAIAH
“Did something happen?” Ian was the first to break the silence the moment we stepped into the changing room. My chest was still heaving, sweat dripping down in slow rivulets, anger vibrating in my bones like a second pulse. I sat still, my eyes locked on the bloodied tape around my fists, refusing to meet theirs as they ranted about me going crazy.
“Something always happens when he goes to that house,” Fabian hissed, his voice sharp, accusing.
“Isaiah.”
“What?” I snapped, lifting my head and pinning them with a stare dark enough to cut steel.
“You haven’t gotten into the ring in three years, man. What the f**k happened over there?” Ian’s voice cracked with heat, his frustration dripping. It was only the second time I had seen him this flustered, and both times were because of m
