FREDERIC POV
My knuckles were bleeding, and every muscle in my shoulders was screaming at me.
I didn’t give a f**k.
Punch after punch, I kept going, driving my fists into the heavy bag until the chain above it started creaking.
Either the thing was going to split open or come off the ceiling.
At this point, I was fine with both.
Agatha Harrington had chewed my ass out less than an hour ago.
Rightfully so, unfortunately.
She hadn’t even tried to be polite about it.
Get your s**t together.
Stop acting like an asshole.
Decide whether you want in or out when it comes to her roommate.
Then stop jerking Ella around because she isn’t some f*****g toy you can provoke every time you get bored.
Her words, approximately.
There had been considerably more yelling.
I hit the bag again.
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