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“Do you want me to come to the station?”
“No,” he hurries to say. “Can we meet somewhere else instead? How about I stop by the training center you go to every morning? I’ll only need a moment of your time.”
His words bring me pause. “Are you in trouble?”
“No, it’s nothing like that. I will explain everything to you later.”
“Fine,” I respond choosing to overlook the slightly panicked note in his voice. I guess I’ll just have to wait to know what’s bothering him later. I end the call and slip my phone back into my pocket before resuming my morning routine.
After my run, instead of heading straight home, I decide I might as well head to the training center instead.
Inside the center, the familiar sound of gloves hitting punching bags echoes through the room, but unlike most people here, I don’t come to punch the bags. I need to punch something that’ll punch back. That is the only way to quiet the noise in my head, and until I find a better solution, this will have to do.
I head toward the locker, exchanging nods with a few familiar faces. At my locker, I peel off my sweat-drenched shirt and slip into a fresh one from the pile I’d stashed in my locker. My head is still pounding from the run, but a part of me needs the adrenaline rush I’ll get from fighting someone, and that’s what I focus on as I tighten my hand wraps.
The second I step into the empty boxing ring, someone who equals me in build enters right after, and I recognize him as the owner of this place. Although I’ve never had a personal interaction with the man, I know he runs the training center with his wife.
“Hey, Gunner,” I say. “You finally going to take me on in the ring?” I ask. I’d been trying to get him to spar with me for a while now, but he kept putting me off.
“You look like you’ve got a demon chasing you, and I don’t want to risk anyone getting hurt,” the man says. “I have to warn you though, I am a retired boxer and I don’t intend on taking it easy on you.”
“Perfect,” I say, raising my wrists to touch gloves before we circle each other. Throwing jabs and hooks, our gloves meet with resounding thuds. Sweat drips down my forehead as I duck and weave, trying to anticipate his next move. Our fight seems to draw attention from the other early birds as they circle the ring and start cheering. With each punch, I feel adrenaline coursing through my veins; Gunner’s skills evident in how he gives as much as he receives, and by the end of the fight, we’re both winded.
“Not bad,” he comments, smiling through his bleeding lip. “My wife is going to kill me for the split lip, but it was totally worth it.”
I nod at the man with a shit-eating grin, and I have no doubt I will be feeling the effects of this fight for the next few days. I turn around to exit the ring when I catch a glimpse of my brother across the room with a woman I recognize as his partner, but it’s the other person standing next to him that grabs my full attention.
The girl by his side is a vision of beauty.
Her blond hair cascades past her shoulders in gentle waves, framing her pretty face. She’s wearing a stunning, short white dress that highlights her perfect figure and accentuates an elegance I haven’t seen in anyone in a long time.
Even with the distance between us, I find myself frozen to the spot, locked in a trance by this pretty girl. She radiates such an ethereal charm that attracts the attention of everyone around her. Her face carries such innocence that I almost feel guilty for the arousal that accompanies my admiration. I find that I can’t help but run my eyes shamelessly over the perfect swell of her breasts and down her long, smooth legs.
Time seems to stop as I take her in, my heart thumping in time with my pulsing cock. I haven’t felt the slightest attraction to anyone in such a long time.
And it’s never been this intense.
“Jax!” Matthew calls out, waving his hand at me as he approaches with the girl, while his partner remains near the entrance.
“Matthew,” I say in greeting, but my eyes are on the angel before me, and compared to her, I know I look a mess with the bruise forming on my jaw and the sweat tickling down my face.
“Gwen, I would like to introduce you to my older brother. His name is Jax, and he works as a bodyguard.”
I manage to tear my eyes off my angel to frown at my brother. Why the hell would he introduce me as a bodyguard when he knows damn well I am not one. Sure, I consult for security companies, but I am not interested in dipping my toes fully into that world. At least not yet.
“What is going on here, Matthew?”
“It’s about that favor I talked to you about,” he says, looking uncomfortable as he turns to the girl. “Gwen, can you give my brother and me a moment?”
“Sure,” she whispers, her sultry voice sending all the blood straight to my cock. Fuck, what the hell is wrong with me? Since when am I a hormonal teen who gets turned on by a pretty girl’s voice? Even when I was fourteen, it was never this bad.
We both watch the girl walk to a bench and sit down, looking aimlessly around the room.
“Who the hell is that, and what are you doing here so early?”
“It’s about the favor I asked you,” he says again, eyes shooting to the girl before shifting back to me. “Did you hear about the bank robbery that happened a few days ago?”
I nod. “What about it?”
