I whip my body around to find Milo leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed over his black t-shirt, light grey sweatpants hanging off his hips, his dark eyes hardened, glaring at Gio. "I will take it from here.” Milo hefts off the door and flicks two fingers in the air. The gym empties within seconds, doors slamming as his men clear the room. Shit.
