"We’re at the gym. Come down. Theo is trying to hit a new PR and failing miserably. We could use the entertainment." Jax, said.
"I'm ten minutes out."
The Apex Athletic Club was nearly empty. I didn't bother with a warm-up. I went straight to the heavy bag, my hands wrapped tight, my breathing ragged.
I went hard. Every punch was for Drew. Every kick was for the way Nicholas Kensington had looked in that photograph. Every bead of sweat was an attempt to wash away the feeling of Maya’s rejection.
Left hook. Right cross. Breath. Pivot.
"Easy, King! You're going to burst a lung," Theo called out, leaning against a weight rack, his brow furrowed with genuine concern. "You’ve been at that bag for forty minutes. You look like you’re trying to kill it. You good?"
I stopped, my chest
