Aria stormed into the private gym at dawn, her fists slamming into the heavy bag with focused fury. Each strike echoed through the room like thunder, sweat pouring down her face and soaking through her training clothes. Her ribs still ached from the graze wound she had taken during the rescue, but she refused to stop. The doubt about Sofia, the revelations about Dante’s past, and the looming threat of the consortium fueled every punch, every kick. She was no longer the weak, pitiful girl who once cried in corners. She was fighting for her family, her love, and the life she had earned.
“You need rest,” Dante said from the doorway, his deep voice commanding yet laced with concern. He stood there in a black shirt that hugged his muscular frame, arms crossed, gray eyes watching her with inten
