Shadow
When I stepped back from the fucker I was breathing hard as hell, and my side was killing me. But boy, did I release some much-needed stress. After the past week of worrying about Ink and being separated from my family most nights, it was really needed. f**k it felt so good that I was ready to go at him again. But I figured I'd give him a chance to talk first.
"So are you ready to talk to me now? Or do I need to go another round? Beating the f**k out of you is better than using a heavy bag. And after the past few weeks that I've had, it makes for a good workout. So what's it going to be?" I asked him.
He was still trying to catch his breath, and it was taking a few minutes for him to answer me. So I leaned against the cell bars, crossed my arms, and waited for him to talk. As
