Claim (Fury Brothers #5)

I dropped into my chair, and it creaked under my weight. I wanted to find Bell and…

And what, asshole?

My mouth flattened and I opened my laptop.Work. What I needed was to get to work.

Bell and I had a training session later. I’d talk to her then.

I shook my head. The real problem was knowing that Bell being unhappy was what was making me this damn unsettled.

I headedout of my office, checking my watch. It was time for our training session.

I’d barely seen Bell all day. She’d flittered around the gym, working, and avoiding my office like the plague. Last time I’d seen her, she’d been polishing the glass on the room where Shay held her classes.

“Gio, have you seen Bell?”

“Yeah. She was doing stocktake on the cleaning supplies. She’s a good worker.”

With a nod, I headed toward the back room.

“Beau?”

I glanced back.

“Don’t hurt her.” Gio scratched the side of his bald head. “I think she’s been hurt enough.”

“I’m trying to help her.”

“Are you?”

I shot my old friend a look, then went to find Bell.

I found her crouched down in the supply closet, scribbling on a notepad.

“Bellamy?”

She jolted. “Oh, it’s you.”

Her voice was flat, and she didn’t meet my gaze.

“It’s time to train. I’ll meet you in the ring.”

“I’m not finished here—”

“You are now.”

She looked up, a stubborn expression on her face.

“You’re here to train,” I said. “So we train.”

She snapped the notepad closed and stood. “Fine.”

“Good.”

She stomped past me. I watched her disappear into the change room. I reached the ring, and grabbed the focus pads.

A moment later, Bell appeared. She’d switched her Hard Burn shirt for a black tank top, and she had her wraps on her hands. She was carrying her gloves.

She climbed into the ring, again not looking at me.