Chapter 14

Damian

I ignored the pain in my knuckles as I pounded the bag, throwing my whole weight at it in hopes of calming the storm that was raging. “Fuck!” I uttered collapsing against the bag out of breath and ignoring the split skin and blood that ran down my hand.

How the fuck anyone could do that to another human being, let alone young innocent defenceless women.

“Wow, Daimo’ man, You alright?” Roman asked stepping into the gym in his own workout clothes and getting an eyeful of what no doubt looked like a man on the edge of committing murder.

“Not really.” I uttered dropping onto one of the benches and running my hands through my hair. “Just got finished with Jacksons deposition of Freya.” I informed knowing of course that he had missed it.

“That bad?” he queries his expression suddenly sombre, and I shook my head.

“Worse, man.