Chapter 197

“Vance, for the love of God, man, slow down,” I hear Silas groan as he holds the punching bag while I put my fist through it furiously. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

I ignore him and continue to plough my fist into the bag as hard as I could. My arms were aching, and my lungs burned, but I didn’t stop. “She’s in a relationship with him,” I mutter sourly, even saying those words left a bad taste