CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN

|| TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ ||

|| There's mention of séxual assault, fight, blóod, murdér, and deaths. Read it at your own risk, or skip it. ||

VALENCIA'S POV

Punch.

And punch.

And fúcking punch.

I punch the sandbag until both of my knuckles get bruised and my left side's each and every muscle hurts whenever I move my hand.

My breathing was a little faster than usual, I unwrapped the boxing strips from my hands while walking towards the couch. I sat on the couch, took a sip of water and looked outside of the window.

The sun was setting down and darkness surrounded the sky. It's been 2 days since Aaron accidentally hurt my shoulder, and 3 days since I last went home.

My brothers and dad came to visit me in the office, telling me to come home and leave the work for later. But the pending and previous deals are too much to leave unattended.

I couldn't have one day off from work, after I came back to France. The workload is increasing day by day, new projects, queen's responsibility, and other