Hadley’s POV
I’m punching the bag in the gym with everything I’ve got as the memory of that bastard holding my mate infiltrates my mind for the thousandth time. His smarmy smile when he thought that holding her would save him, how he had the damn nerve to tell us to let them both go!
My punches become harder. It seems I do still have a little extra in the tank after all.
My fist against the unyielding bag is the only relief from the fear on my mate’s face. She needed me and I wasn’t there, not until her sister had already been hurt and she was seconds from having the same fate.
‘Mother F*cking Asshole’ I grunt in time with each punch. I wish I could resurrect him just so I can rip him apart all over again, feel his blood dripping down Hunter’s chin as I tear his throat out.
In my head
