From One Bastard to Another

POV: RHYS

My chest burned like a furnace with every heavy, punishing footstep I pounded onto the moving belt of the treadmill. I cranked the speed higher, pushing my body to its absolute physical breaking point. Sweat stung my eyes and dripped down my jaw, soaking the collar of my shirt, but a grueling two-hour workout did nothing to clear my head. It did nothing to erase the subtle, intoxicating