Following a victory upon the gymnasium’s canvas, Zane brought himself in the direction of the locker room to shower before hearing familiar voices arguing in escalation. Unwrapping his fingers and parting the blood stained bandages from his hands, he could hear the argument between Candace and Butch taking place within his office.
“What is it with you and this f****r, huh?” Butch’s bold vocabulary managed to raise Zane’s eyebrows as he was becoming aware that their discussion was about him. “You do realize that if either of you lay a finger on the other that I will kill you?” His tone, sincere, managed to cause fear within Candace as she looked across the desk to her husband. “Do you think I’m blind to the way he looks at you? The way he undresses you with his eyes? Or the way you look a
