Chapter 8
It had been almost two weeks since the altercation at the club. While Jace and Charlie weren’t back to being buddy-buddy, they had, in Jace’s opinion, reached a truce and were able to talk and kid around in the same way Jace did with his crew. Inevitably, he’d run into Ricky several times. Jace had coolly acknowledged his presence with a nod and nothing more.
Every evening after work Jace went home, ate supper, and then headed to the gym. It had become his refuge from his other life, even though things were going better now.
No, not my refuge anymore. My retreat. A place with no stress. That was true, he realized. He wasn’t trying to kill the bags the way he had in the past. It was exercise, pure and simple. Exercise and talking with a man he considered his friend.
“You’re be
