I have a temper. I'm angry. That's a given. How I take it out? At my job in the boxing room of our gym. I've spent over a year trying to harness it, but I wasn't by myself. Almost every night, like clockwork, he's there on one side and I'm at the other. He is big, rugged, but handsome. He's also scary. Silent. Deadly. When I hear the name Bullet, you would think I would have gone running in the other direction. I didn't. I should. He has a past. He has secrets. Danger. Pain. Sorrow. Little did I know that it would just bring us closer together.