Bones
"What the fuck is that?" I mumbled to myself as I pulled up at home. Ever since I joined Smiley's, I hadn't had many visitors at my house. Which was probably because no one knew where it was. So, it was a shock to see a strange car in my driveway. To make it worse, it was a flashy sports car, which meant it belonged to someone who had a whole bunch of money. But I had no idea who it could be.
Was it a recruiter from another gym trying to steal me away?
No. Maybe in the past that would have happened, but not anymore. No one was going to want to take on the PR nightmare that I was other than Ari.
So who then?
It wasn't until I stepped out of the car, and I spotted the very unwelcome, very familiar number plate, that it hit me.
KingNero1.
The car belonged to Nero Rodriguez—the man who'd got me into this fucking mess in the first place. The man who made me throw that fight. The man who helped ruin my life.
