Oh, f**k! I thought furiously as I pounded the s**t out of an innocent punch bag. I rubbed my gloved hand across my sweaty forehead.
“f**k, f**k, FUCK.” I snarled before I again returned to pounding the bag. I couldn’t seem to get my thoughts to move beyond this single thought: I just f****d a rogue in an alley. A rogue. A stray wolf the ones that try to destroy my family the ones we hunt the ones we tear to pieces with just our teeth happy to taste their blood in our mouths. I should have kicked his f*****g head in and then called the enforcers all of them to drag his corpse away! And then I should have screwed one of them. But no not only did I let the rogue go I f****d him first yeah, great plan. If Darius found out or even had a suspicion of what had happened he would drag me back to
