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well quit now, Sam. The guy has no emotions, probably why Charlie hired him."
    "You just wait!" I exclaimed determinedly.
    We pulled up at KC's gym. Jet climbed out and pulled the door open for me.
    "Are you ticklish?" It was only brief but his brow creased in a slight scowl “Yes! Emotion!" I pumped my fist in the air. "I saw that. I'm totally breaking you down."
    I jumped out the door and skipped towards the large building.
    It was strange that I felt a lot more comfortable around Charlie's men than I did around him alone. I felt like I could joke and play and be myself. The self that was usually hidden behind my facade of politeness and acceptance that my life was more like a prison sentence than anything else. I pushed the doors wide and strolled through like I owned the place. The smell of sweat, the sound of bodies hitting bags and mats and skin was like heaven, my home away from home, my escape.
    My eyes scanned the gym for KC, he was usually here to greet me. But the person I saw walking towards me almost made me drop to the floor. My knees were weak and my heart I could hear in my ears, it was beating so loud.
    Shirtless, I could see the tattoos that had covered his arms wound up and over his shoulder and then back down and covered his chest. His muscles were tense and glistened with sweat which dripped down over every bump in his abs and over the crease of the sexy v that poked out just above his shorts. My hands ached to reach out and feel if they were real, they were too perfect.
    "Well fancy seeing you here, my saviour." I shook my head and quickly covered my shock by folding my arms across my chest and narrowing my eyes at an amazing looking Lincoln.
    "Stalking is a criminal offence you know." He threw his head back and laughed.
    "KC wasn't feeling the best today, so when he said he needed someone to work with a beautiful young spitfire, how could I pass up the opportunity." My eyes widened in surprise.
    "No." I turned sharply and head for the door again. I'd saved this man once, if Charlie knew he was here I would not be able to save him again.
    "Wait!" He ran up beside me and I stopped, staring at the door. My head was telling my feet to move but my heart had them concreted to the ground. "Sorry, just come and work out. I’ll keep my mouth in check."
    I wanted to be here, this was my only time I had to be happy, to do what I wanted. If I left it would be another week until I was allowed to come again. I needed this. I sighed and glared up at that beautiful smirk that was now covering his face.
    "Fine," I walked quickly towards the punching bags that hung from the ceiling, hearing his feet moving quickly to catch up. "Hold the bag."
    His smile grew broader and he grabbed a hold of a bag while I threw blow after blow towards it. After 20 minutes I was breathing heavily.
    "So I've been going over and over in my head trying to figure out how someone like you ended up with a man like Charlie."
    "By 'someone like me' it implies you know me," I kicked the bag forcefully with my right leg causing him to wobble slightly "which you don't." I kicked again.
    I tried to keep my eyes focused on the bag, avoiding looking at him.
    "You, my dear, have a heart. That man does not." I scoffed and walked to the wall of boxing gloves. I sat down and started wrapping my hands. He moved over behind me and slipped a pair of flat punching pads on his hands, clapping them together. I needed to push him away, before he got too deep into things he couldn't handle. Charlie would chop him into small pieces and throw him to the sharks. I wouldn't have that on my conscience.
    "Let me guess." He continued casually. "Daddy wouldn't let you do what you wanted, so you ran off with an older, richer man to piss him off."
    I laughed openly, trying to cover the fact that he had almost hit the nail on its head.
    "That's all you've got? Daddy issues?" I slipped on the gloves and climbed up towards the ring. I slipped sleekly through the rubbery ropes