Page 94 of On the Edge

I removed my black leather gloves and tossed them. “I’m training. What the hell does it look like?”

“But here?”

“It’s the best gym in the city. You know that.”

“I couldn’t believe my eyes when I got a text that you were here.”

“Well, now that you see me, why don’t you get back to my flat and off your feet.” I tapped at a speed bag, rotating my wrists as I punched.

“What happened? You wouldn’t be here if something hadn’t gone arseways.”

Jax happened, that’s what.

But, no—I couldn’t blame Anna’s ex. Did it feel good pummeling his face? Yes. But the look on hers after had killed me. It had been a much-needed reminder that I was no good for her.

Once a fighter, always a fighter. The sooner I learned to accept that, the better.

I stopped punching when the tattoo on the inside of my arm caught my eye.

Owen is paralyzed because of me.

What if I killed someone next?

“Adam?”

Les’s voice grappled my attention free of my past as the pain tried to rope me back in. “Aye?” I blinked a few times when I noticed Donovan stalking my way. “Shit,” I mumbled.

“I heard you were here, but I had to come and see it with me own eyes.”

“I needed a better place to train.”

“This is the best gym, of course.” Donovan walked past Les as if he were a cockroach.

“I want another fight this weekend. Can you make it happen?”

“Since you bashed your way through the guys here already?” He smirked at me, and I could see excitement brewing in his eyes.

“Can you get me a fight or not?”

“If you answer one question for me.”

I crossed my arms, growing tense in his presence. “What?”

His eyes became thin slits on me as he took a step forward and placed his hand on my sweaty shoulder. “Does this mean you’re back?”

My chest inflated as I took in a deep breath. I took my time releasing it, buying myself a moment to think.

“Yeah, I’m back.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

ANNA

“I appreciate you allowing me to take time off. I had hoped to be back on Monday, but things took longer to handle than I expected at home.”

John looked up at me and pressed his palms to his desk. “No problem. Is everything okay now?”

No . . .

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