Chapter 72DraytonFive years.Five years and I still ended up in this same bar at least twice a month, sitting on the same stool, nursing the same drink, like some part of me was stuck on repeat and couldn't find the next track.I'd come straight from the gym. My knuckles still ached under the wrap I hadn't bothered taking off properly, just loosened enough to hold a glass. Boxing had started as something to do with my hands so they didn't end up doing something worse. Somewhere along the way it had turned into more than that. I'd gone professional two years back, quiet about it at first, entering under a name that wasn't Drey, just to see if I could do it without the family attached. Turned out I could. Turned out I was good."You still there?" Dreyden's voice came through my earpiece, steady over the noise of the bar."I'm here," I said, turning the glass in slow circles on the counter. "Just tired. Long week. Went a full six rounds tonight.""The Hong Kong deal's basically done,
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