TRAVIS' P O V
As I drove away from Katrina’s place, I caught a glimpse of a black car that was parked a few meters away from her apartment. I chose to ignore it at first, but as my attention was drawn to the license plate number, I instantly recognized it. This is Dawson's car. Damn!
I slammed on the brakes and banged my fist into the steering wheel of my vehicle as I looked in the rearview mirror, but I saw nothing. What was he doing in Katrina’s apartment?
I inhaled deeply while mulling over whether or not I should make a U-turn to find out what was going on. But at that moment, I heard a voice in my head telling me that I shouldn't.
I heaved a sigh, slammed on the gas, and sped out of there as fast as I could.
Once I arrived at the house, there was only one thing I wanted to do right now.
Boxing.
I felt like it was a good time to let out my anger, so here I was, in my gym.