Viridian City Gym Locked Novels & Stories

Keycard opens all doors except the vault. No surveillance in your room or the adjacent suite. Gym: East wing. Code is your birthday. If something breaks, tell me. I’ll fix it. I paused. That should’ve been enough. Clear. Respectful. But it wasn’t. Not for her. I added, You’re not on probation. You’re not being watched. This isn’t a sentence. Then I stepped back. Closed the console before I could second-guess it. Rule Two: No touching. Not with my hands. Not with my heart.

Dad barely finished the first page before pushing it away. "What's the point of this? William's home. We should just focus on getting him better." "Better from what?" Judy kept her voice low. "Dad, that place isn't even a real correction center. They don't have a valid license." "Vincent showed me all the paperwork," he insisted. "It was fake. Their license was revoked in 2019. They've been operating illegally ever since." The color drained from Dad's face. "That doesn't prove anything. New Horizons came recommended by Mike. He sent his son there too, and he turned out fine."

Luckily the library isn’t far from the gym, but it’s only a matter of time before I get busted there too. Normally the girls’ locker room is empty, but last time there were two people going at it while I stood shamelessly on a toilet. Thankfully whoever the guy was went off quickly, and the girl didn’t sound real happy about it. Hopefully that means they won’t be back. It’s going to be below freezing tonight, and this is my only option. Every time I use the key fob to get in, I hold my breath, praying that it works. When I scan it and the light turns green, I’m flooded with relief. Pulling up my hood, I let it fall partly over my eyes as I enter the gym.

"I know." The silence that followed was heavy. Alex's mother set her cup down, her hands shaking just slightly. Vincenzo was staring at the map, his jaw tight, his eyes fixed on the red mark that represented the building where the files were kept. "That's impossible," Vincenzo said. "The locker is secure. Twenty-four-hour guards. Biometric locks. Cameras everywhere. No one gets in there without Reyes knowing." Alex shook his head. "No one gets in there without Reyes letting them."

The woman left without asking whatever she had been about to ask. Tasha saw it. Her mouth tightened. Closing couldn’t come fast enough. Most of the staff filtered out. I stayed to shut down the system because I didn’t want to walk to my car while people were still in the lot. The gym lights dimmed to the night setting. The floor went quiet except for the hum of the machines on standby. I thought I was alone until I heard the locker room door. Riven was inside, sitting on the bench like he had been waiting. Knox came in a minute later and locked the door behind him.

The gym door slams open. We spring apart as Marcus rushes in, his face pale. "Mr. Hale. You need to see this." He holds out his phone. "It's outside. Right now." Damien takes the phone, his expression darkening as he reads whatever's on the screen. "What is it?" I ask. He hands me the phone. It's a text from his security team: Vehicle parked across the street. Silver Mercedes. Registered to Julian Voss. Occupant has been there for approximately 45 minutes. Appears to be surveilling the gym.

I stared out the window, watching the city pass by in a blur of glass and steel, trying not to think about what people were saying about me online. Trying and failing. After about fifteen minutes, Julian pulled into an underground parking structure beneath a sleek, modern building I didn't recognize. "Where are we?" I asked as he parked the car. "Private gym," he said, cutting the engine and unbuckling his seatbelt. "I'm a member, it's exclusive and extremely private, no one will bother us here."

She didn't protest and I was glad. We had left the locker and gaited to the exit when she gazed up at me. "Could you stop by Vince's office? I can't just leave, I have to get permission" Permission? From Vince? The thought of my mate seeking permission enraged me. This gym literally belonged to her. Black Blood Pack owned this gym, Lakita bar where she worked as a waiter, our high school, and a few other buildings in Beaverton the revenue was used to finance the Pack and other expenses. But I didn't utter a word. I stopped by his office, but Vince wasn't in and that seemed to cause her worry.

Deletion Sequence: Eighty Percent Complete. "Iris!" Darius called out, his voice tense as he kicked the second enforcer out of his way and rushed toward the heavy vault door. The chemical torch had already burned a deep, glowing circle into the secondary reinforcement plate, the metal dripping like liquid wax onto the carpet. "The vault is sealed from the inside. I can't break the magnetic lock without dropping the entire sector's grid." "If you drop the grid, the backup drive dies anyway, Darius," I shouted, releasing the choking enforcer and letting his limp body slide to the floor.

added Yuri as he placed his arm over her shoulder, almost as though he was trying to brag. However, before they could enter, they were instantly stopped by the security guards as one of them said, “Apologies, but we’ve just received a notification stating that Wayfair Mountain Entertainment is closed for the day. In other words, nobody is allowed to enter!” “What? But we’ve bought admission tickets!” replied the puzzled woman. “Any admission tickets are invalid from this moment onward. If you have any objections, then go file a complaint!” retorted the guard coldly. Hearing that, the woman instantly began feeling anxious. If the guards were saying that, then it must be true! Even if she was