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CHAPTER 20

Hunter

The second Tristin buzzes up to the apartment, something in me snaps.

I can’t sit in that room, listening to him laugh, touch her, breathe her air like he deserves it.

I need distance. Control.

Before I do something unforgivable.

I grab my gym bag. Head for the door.

“I’m gonna go train,” I mumble.

Alana nods softly, heels dangling from her fingers, cheeks flushed from the wine.

Glowing. Drunk on nostalgia and bad decisions.

I pause. One last glance.

“Remember the rules, Little Diamond.”

I need her to stay safe.

To stay in this apartment.

Her mouth quirks. “Copy,” she says, with a fucking salute.

I walk out without looking back.

Straight to the gym.

I need to hit something that isn’t him.