With Trevor it could be just about anything.
“Old contacts,” he said. “Some chatter about a club shooting.”
My stomach dropped, as my pulse kicked up, but I didn't stop moving, I kept my eyes on him… but it felt like I couldn’t breathe.
“Motorcycle club,” he continued. “Internal split or something. Members turning on each other. Big mess from what I heard.”
My guard slipped a fraction lower and he noticed. His eyebrow quirked up and he threw a jab. I blocked and got one into his side, before I moved back. Trevor was taller than me, with a much longer reach. I had to use my size and speed to even come close to being a match in the ring.
“Don’t know much,” he went on, throwing another light jab. “Sounded like it happened inside their own compound. Someone said the name was something like…”
He shifted his weight.
“…Dawn. Dawn something.”
Everything inside me went still.
“Dawnbreakers.” I didn’t mean to say it out loud, but it came out in a whispered breath.
The word barely made it out of my mouth and Trevor’s eyes sharpened instantly.
“Yeah,” he said slowly. “That’s the one.”
My guard dropped completely, it felt like my heart was trying to explode out of my chest. The next hit came fast and caught me square enough that the mat rushed up before I could stop it.
Trevor swore immediately. “Shit, Molly… why didn’t you block that?”
I blinked up at him, trying to breathe. Sweat rolled down his chest, catching in the line of muscle across his stomach as he leaned over me, concern written all over his face.
But it wasn’t Trevor I saw.
It was morning light spilling across bare shoulders. Rough, tattooed, hands braced beside my head. The weight of him close enough that I could feel the warmth of his breath before he even spoke. The smell of leather. The gravel in his voice the first time he said my name like it belonged to him. The way my body had come alive the second I noticed him. I tried to fight it, but it was like something inside me recognized him before my brain had time to catch up. Like my body already knew what he was to me.
A tear slipped free before I could stop it. Panic was squeezing my chest, I couldn't pull in enough air.
Trevor froze. “Hey… hey, did I hurt you?”
I shook my head, because I couldn’t speak. I could barely breathe.
He crouched lower beside me. “Molly?”
My throat tightened, green eyes were locked on me with so much concern.
“Do you know…” I swallowed hard. “Do you know if anyone died?”
Trevor’s expression shifted immediately. He looked like he wished he hadn’t said anything at all now.
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “But… It sounded bad…” I gasped trying to pull in air, so he continued, “...But it was all second-hand chatter. I can find out more.”
Before I could ask anything else, the gym door opened. I didn’t look, I recognized the sound of the heavy boots, his measured steps.
Marvin didn’t even glance at Trevor. He walked straight to the ring like he had already decided what needed to be said before he stepped inside.
“It’s done.”
Trevor straightened immediately. “What’s done?”
Marvin’s eyes settled on me. “For all intents and purposes,” he said evenly, “Rebecca Pierce is no more.”