Chapter 54
Ace
As I step into my home gym, the familiar scent of sweat and leather hits me, instantly putting me in the zone. The punching bag hangs there, waiting for me, a silent challenger begging to be conquered. I slip on my gloves, feeling the weight of the leather against my knuckles, grounding me in the moment.
With each punch, I channel every ounce of frustration and anger. Marcus's smug face flashes in my mind, his mocking laughter echoing in my ears. I throw a jab, imagining it connecting squarely with his jaw. The satisfying thud as my fist meets the bag was like music to my ears.
My movements were fluid, instinctual, honed through years of training and countless hours of practice. Sweat beads on my forehead, mingling with the exertion, but I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. N
