The rhythmic thud of fists colliding with leather echoed in the vast emptiness of the private gym. The room, filled with state-of-the-art equipment and floor-to-ceiling mirrors, was silent except for the relentless pounding of Jaden's fists against the heavy bag. Sweat dripped from his brow, mingling with the raw anger simmering beneath his skin.
His muscles strained with each strike, veins prominent against his forearms as he unleashed his fury on the inanimate object. But in his mind, it wasn't just a punching bag; it was Daniel, the pathetic excuse of a man who had dared to lay hands on Anna.
How dare he?
Jaden's jaw clenched, teeth grinding as he imagined the sickly, smug face of Daniel crumpling under his blows. The image brought a twisted satisfaction, one that only intensified hi
