Chapter 62

MAXWELL'S POV

I wiped the sweat from my brow as I tightened my boxing gloves. The familiar scent of leather and sweat filled my nose, reminding me of every fight I’d ever had in this gym. Kieran’s place hadn’t changed much over the years…old posters of boxing legends hung on the walls, and the ring was still as worn as the first day we stepped into it. Today, it felt like stepping back in time.

Kieran stood across from me, bouncing lightly on his toes. He had that familiar grin on his face, the one that said he was ready for a good fight. I knew that look well. He was always ready. Even though he acted like a pussy sometimes.

“You ready for this, Max?” he called out, his eyes sharp and focused.

I smirked, tapping my gloves together. “Always. Question is, are you?”

He chuckled, rolling his shoulders. “You know it. Let’s see if you still got what it takes, old man.”

“Old man, huh?” I shot back, stepping closer. “I’m only a year older than you.”

2, but who's counting?

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