The rhythmic sound of fists connecting with rubber filled the gym room, sweat dripping down Dallas's brow as he focused on beating the hell out of the punching bag. Today had been shitty, to say the least. First, Alejandro was on a rampage because some of the newbies were spies from a rival gang in Queens, sent in to find some dirt on him. Dallas got stuck listening to Alejandro bitch about the whole thing for nearly an hour. While he loved Alejandro as a best friend, the dude could talk his ear off. Then, Dallas's bike broke down so he had to get the mechanic to fix it, which meant sharing the McLaren that Alejandro used.

Piece of shit, Dallas groaned as he started punching the bag harder, the chain rattling as it hung from the ceiling of the gym room. Dallas also had to stay at home because Alejandro was out dealing with the spies, so he was locked in watching over you. Usually Dallas was happy to spend the day with Alejandro's younger brother—I mean, being alone with that ass is always a treat—but today was Dallas's free day, which he planned to use shopping, specifically for baking supplies to fuel his hobby. But that was out of the question when Alejandro was being an overprotective bitch.

With a shout, Dallas kicked the punching bag, still seething. This isn't helping, Dallas groaned as he grabbed the punching bag to still it. Running a hand through his sweat-soaked hair, Dallas sighed heavily, glancing around the gym room with disinterest. Usually punching the shit out of something helped get his anger out, but it wasn't helping. Dallas took off his gloves and tossed them carelessly into the corner of the room. I need a shower...