***Bear***
The only thing I could hear other than the loud ass music was the pounding sound from my fist as it hit the bag in front of me.
Sweat poured down my face; my shirt was soaked as it clung to me; my legs and arms ached; my knuckles were numb. I didn't care. I continued raining punch after punch on the bag.
It's been four freaking days since we tore into that town, only to find out we had been too late. That asshole Peter made sure to have a copy of the security camera from that little s**t hole diner. I had to watch as he man handled her while the other two knocked Gunner out. I was pissed at Gunner for making contact; I told him to sit tight. I'm not sure what made him break my orders, it's not like him, but with him doing that they were made, even though it looked to be as Pe
