Rodri's POV
Hard rock music blasted deep into my ears, fueling each power pumped strike of my fists against the thick, leather punching bag. The heavy mass kept swinging with each hard lock and contact with my balled fists, and I f*****g found it satisfying.
Especially when I pictured Benson’s f*****g face on the punching bag.
That was more than enough motivation, even if I didn’t really f*****g need it. I dragged in a deep breath, feeling sweat roll down the sides of my face, and I let the breath out slowly through my mouth. Feeling it go deep and through my chest.
Thump!
The loud sound of my punch hitting the punching bag echoed over the loud music in my ears, and the vibrations tore through the muscles of my right forearm. Another rivulet of sweat rolled down my back in my soaked g
