Viridian City Gym Locked Novels & Stories

He had his workout gear on, but his posture was completely stiff. ​"My father just called," Rhys said. He did not say good morning. He sat on the bench near the hydration station, his large hands gripping his knees. "The corporate office lost its remote connection to the compound servers at midnight. He called it an 'unacceptable technical glitch.' He is sending an IT team here by noon." ​I stopped mixing the shake. The fear turned instantly into a sharp, protective anger. "They will not get past the gate. I changed the physical frequency codes on the receiver. If they try to force the electronic lock, the system will trigger a security lockout and alert the local police."

"Yes, please. 432 Industrial Way." "Right away, Miss Mathews." The drive takes another twenty minutes. The gym is in an older part of the city—industrial buildings converted into trendy workout spaces and yoga studios. Dimitri's gym is at the end of a narrow street. No sign. Just a plain black door with a small camera above it. Joe parks. "Will you require me to go with you or wait outside, Miss Mathews?" "wait outside, please. I shouldn't be more than an hour."

"The direct deposit from The Meridian is the only regular income. Cash transactions only elsewhere, no ATM withdrawals in any traceable pattern. The first installment of the commission is sitting in the account untouched." "She hasn't touched the commission." "Not yet. The autopayments continue. Gym membership, a storage facility in the grey zone, a prepaid phone service that cycles every four to six weeks." A pause. "The phone cycles make her difficult to reach by conventional means. Every time a number goes inactive we're back to zero." Bastien looked at the legal pad. "The gym." "Three locations in her likely movement radius. We don't know which one she uses. She pays by direct debit unde

They're all closed for the night, but Matteo slammed their doors. "Y'all, Wizard got arrested! Open your damn doors and let's go get his arse out! Open up!!" As he slammed and shouted, the shop owners came out. Rugged. tough street guys. [X Gym, 10pm] Trinidad just finished her night gymnastics session, all sweaty. It's an Elite gym, so there's an indoor bathroom to clean up before going home, but she's not interested tonight. She wiped her sweat, threw on her waterproof jacket and hung her headphones around her neck, getting her bag and phone.

She paused and looked around the gym while still holding the door. "He's still downtown. Not sure when he'll be back." "Oh good. I just need a free day to walk on the treadmill or swim laps. I'm not in the mood for my drill sergeant, though you don't get to tell him that I said that." Violet acted as if she were zipping her lips. "Not a word." Sicily smiled and walked to the desk, signing in and picking up a towel. "Thanks." "Anytime." The gym was quiet, but it was late afternoon on a Saturday. Most people were curled up on the couch watching the latest football game or sound asleep in the comfort of their beds. She was at the gym, loathing the idea of working up a sweat.

Craig said, As Craig and Mary continued their conversation, they were oblivious to the unfolding drama outside the gym. Unknowingly to them, the infamous gangster kingpin, Jackson, had his sights set on entering the gym house. His reputation preceded him, and the gym's security systems had already flagged him as a dangerous individual, Jackson approached the entrance confidently, unaware that his presence had already been detected by the gym's advanced computer system. A robotic voice boomed from the speakers, "Access denied. Entry not permitted. Please vacate the premises."

Yvan placed his cup down and asked, "Do you really need to leave so soon?" "Is there anything you need, Mr. Morgan?" Yvan pointed at a woman outside the glass wall. "See that red-haired woman out there?" Yuna noticed the woman as well. "Yeah." "I asked my assistant to look for a private gym so that nobody would come and disturb me. But accidents always happen. "When I brought you inside from the door, I bet all the staff in the gym thought that you were my girlfriend. So, can you help me out, Ms. Surra?"

he said before lowering himself to draw circles with his tongue around one nipple while caressing the other one of my breasts with his hand. "What if someone sees us?" I asked breathlessly, resisting a moan. He smirked at me. "Only you and I can enter this gym." My hands went straight to his shoulders, pushing him away to look into his eyes. "What do you mean?" "The door handle recognizes fingerprints. Today I added yours to the system," he said, grinning mischievously. I frowned. "Where did you get my fingerprints?" He leaned down, laughing, before leaving a trail of little kisses down my neck. "Beautiful, your whole body has been scanned for medical and security reasons at least a few time

"You split up nicely, and he goes and pulls this stunt? Gross." "I'll make sure he realizes this is the biggest mistake of his life," Wendy declared. She was out for blood, and I couldn't blame her. Inside the gym, Wendy, a VIP member, headed straight for her locker. She tried her key, but the lock wouldn't budge. "Wrong locker?" I suggested. We double-checked the numbers, tried again, but no luck. Wendy marched to the front desk for answers.

I pulled the silver communicator from my cloak, searching for the only contact who wouldn't sell the story to the sports board—Dr. Alistair Viremont. Before my thumb could hit the dial, a massive, burning hand clamped around my wrist, his grip nearly cracking the bone. The male who had looked half-unconscious a second ago was staring at me with an expression of pure, unadulterated malice. “Who is authorized to enter my frequency, Lyra?”