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After they eliminated Costa, life at the mansion continued as usual. The last couple of weeks had been calm, for them anyway, and Adam enjoyed the reprieve. He spent much of his time alone, and when the tension and stress became too much, he went down to the gym, and there he could forget his life, who he was, and the things he’d done. If only for a time.
Peace and quiet, Adam was in his zone. The entire world fell away as he pummeled the bag in front of him with everything he had. Within a half-hour, he’d worked up quite a sweat. His vision blurred and stung, his T-shirt damp and clinging to his chest as Adam struggled for breath. But he didn’t relent, desperate to tire himself into a dreamless sleep. Then, unfortunately, fate had other plans. Hector and Kalifa entered. Adam cau
