“F*ck!” I cursed under my breath and punched the sandbag harder. My knuckles turned bloody, and I was hell bent on punishing myself to the extreme. With another punch, the sandbag flew away, and I kicked the nearby desk in anger.
“Blaze! What the hell are you doing here?” Caine asked in a serious tone, and I didn’t answer him before turning towards another punching bag. I started throwing punches with full force when he held the bag.
“Blaze! You can’t do that to yourself,” He said, and the softer edge in his voice irritated the f*ck out of me.
“Why not, Caine? I am the one who hurt her this time. She was under my care… my protection, and I let someone hurt her and stab her. I am nothing but a p*ssy,” I cursed myself, and he punched me hard. It landed on the side of my jaw so hard tha
