Book 4 - Chapter Sixty One

Hallick’s POV

Reaching the double doors of the nondescript building we are heading too, I release Seona’s hand long enough to pull one open, ushering the woman beside me inside where her eyes widen in surprise.

In front of us are punching bags, floor mats, and in either corner a large boxing ring. A couple of guys are working out at one of the bags, one holding it steady as the other slams his pad covered fists into it, sweat dripping down his face.

The spotter, glances over at me, shaved white hair on top of a line covered face stares at me before Al, the owner of the place, lifts his chin to me in welcome. His gaze flicks to Seona before back to me and I lift my own chin in response, the gnarly old man nodding curtly before returning his attention to the other man. Through a small gl……