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Thump.
Anger boils under my skin,slithering down each arm to coil tightly around my fists, breaking with every firm blow into the solid brown leather bag filled with sand. It sways with a moaning creak from the metal hook in the ceiling under the force of each hit to its center.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Images of Donovan’s smug grin as he held me in place, outnumbered by his goons, and demanded Eden service his sick, demented VIP. And Paul’s leering eyes on Eden’s body as she walked away. Followed by Sid’s gleeful smirk as a girl laid bleeding to death—alone—on a cold concrete floor.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Eden’s tears of fear and grief streaking down her cheeks as she pulled her knees into her chest, hugging herself tight.
Frozen in place, I bend over, my hands on my knees. Pounding behind my ribs echoes in my ears, the swishing of blood rushing under the surface of my skin, the only sound I hear. Heat settles around my neck and face as my anger spikes higher. A vibration in my hands has them flexing for a moment before it travels up my arms until my entire body trembles with unchecked rage.
The bag swings close and my body reacts of its own volition.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Feelings of helplessness wash through me at my inability to comfort and protect Eden. That helplessness morphs to pure, unadulterated fury as images of finding her naked, bloody, and near death after I promised her freedom and safety fill my mind.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Who am I really mad at? Donovan, Sid, Virgil, Vincent, Paul … Yes, I’m enraged with them, but it’s really myself I feel the most violence towards. With a roar, I let loose the rage, my fists connecting faster and harder with the bag. Shocks of pain race from my knuckles up through my wrists and into my shoulders. My back stiffens, and my jaw clenches.
“I should have protected her,” I growl with my next hit into the bag. “I should have gotten her out of there.”
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Harder. Faster. I push all my anger, fear, and hopelessness into my fists.
The bag swings higher with each hit and comes back harder.
Thump.
