Kaelen POV
Rage.
Pure rage.
Absolute and uncontrollable rage.
That is what I feel and nothing else.
I stand in the middle of my private gym. The lights are dim. The walls are lined with mirrors. My reflection shows a man I do not recognize. Eyes bloodshot. Jaw tight. Hands wrapped in tape that is already stained red.
I needed to release my frustration. I needed to ease my anger.
I need to hit something to feel something. Pain.
That is why I am currently punching the f**k out of the punching bag in my gym.
My fists slam into the leather. Sweat drips down my face. My shoulder screams from the old wound. I do not stop.
Left. Right. Left. Right.
The bag swings. I hit it harder.
The text from last night plays in my head. "Happy wedding. Enjoy it while it lasts. – L"
Lukas? Or someo
