CHAPTER 96
The rhythmic sound of fists slamming into leather filled the gym. Each punch landed with a sickening thud and the bag jerked violently under the force.
Sweat dripped from Lucifer’s body, soaking the waistband of his shorts, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t. His muscles strained, his knuckles ached, and his breaths came in ragged pulls, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough.
He was exhausted, but it wasn't from the workout. He never got tired of that— but from the torment that had been gnawing at him for days.
Katherine was still missing.
His woman and his child were taken from him, just like that.
His jaw clenched so hard his teeth hurt. His vision was blurred with sweat. He punched harder. Again. Again and Again. The bag groaned under the impact, swinging back only to
