Michael’s POV
I threw a punch at the solid black punching bag. Jack had convinced me to leave my office for some much-needed distraction, but my mind couldn't focus on anything else. Here I was at the gym while Havana was suffering, waiting for us to find her. Waiting for me to find her.
"Feeling better?"
I knew that Jack was only trying to help, but he wasn't. Taking me to the gym was not the best distraction. All it did was leave me alone with my unwanted thoughts. The only thing that could help me was to bring Havana home. I would relax once I knew that she was safe and back in my arms.
"I know you're worried about her, but she would want you to take better care of yourself. You can't help her if you're exhausted."