ROCCO'S POV
Dante and I continued sparring, each of us panting and sweating profusely while our bodies ached badly.
We were both tired but we knew better than to stop there. Not even when our father only gave us a month to train. A month might seem like a long time but for training, a month couldn't be any shorter at all.
Dante was bleeding, he was bruised and blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth but I wasn't any better either. My head was aching, my body was becoming numb with pain and the blood from my mouth already stained my top.
I wasn't the one who did that to him though and he wasn't the one who bartered me up either. The instructors in the training arena were like wild animals, never letting off an opportunity.
The moment they realized we were punished to train
