Villain Ch 1557. I'm Not Built For That Kind of Trap
By the time Allen rolled into the gym parking lot, the sun was still stretching its arms across the skyline. The streets were quiet, and even the morning traffic hadn't fully woken up yet. He killed the engine, pulled off his helmet, and took a breath.
Still crisp. Still clean.
The scent of metal and rubber hit him the moment he stepped inside the gym's automatic glass doors. Lights were already on, casting cool, sterile tones across the sea of machines and racks. Music thumped low in the background—some EDM beat with just enough bass to vibrate in your sternum. But the place was nearly empty.
Exactly how he liked it.
No eyes. No chatter. Just reps and rhythm.
He didn't spot Gerry anywhere. That wasn't surprising—he did wake him up at six, after all. The guy was probably still throwing on pants in a half-daze, muttering curses about him.
