Zeke had returned to the fight club for another training session with Jordan. He knew Jordan was going to be tough on him and that’s what he needed.
‘Zeke.’
‘Jordan.’
‘I wish you’d call me dad.’
He shrugged his shoulders, Jordan knew he’d never call him dad even though he was like a second father to him.
‘Follow me.’
‘Aren’t we training in here?’
‘No in my special training room.’
‘Oh okay.’
‘It’s not a problem is it?’
‘No not at all. I just thought I’d be training with everyone else.’
‘Well you’re not. Don’t worry babe I have everything in my training room trust me.’
‘Okay.’
He smiled taking her hand leading her into the back of the fight club into an basement where he flicked the switches on to reveal a large gym which had the complete replica of upstairs: weights, punching
