Mortals and Mayhem | Book One by B. Livingstone

Author:B. Livingstone [Livingstone, B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-03-08T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

ENZO

Jab.

Cross.

Hook and elbow strike.

My fists fly, connecting hard with the bag. My knuckles red, bruised, and raw, but I have to keep going. The stinging pain in my hands reminds me of the pain I’ve felt in my soul for so long. A pain I never want to feel again, raw, open—vulnerable. The reason why I swore I would never get close to anyone ever again. Why I have to keep my distance now.

Jab.

Cross.

Hook.

Roundhouse.

I got too close to Riley, I let myself feel her. Not just physically in my arms, but on an emotional and more primal level. My wolf reached out to hers, drawing her to the surface.

What the fucking hell was I thinking?

Harder.…

Jab.

Cross.

Hook.

My wolf whines in my head, begging me to go back to her. To make sure she’s okay. I know Reed will take care of her. He’ll break through and help her through her panic. A panic we induced in her.

Jab.

Cross.

Hook and elbow.

Sweat runs down my face, neck, chest, and back. I keep going. My breathing increases—inhaling through the nose, and exhaling through the mouth. Dots of red liquid splatter across my face and chest with every hit.

Jab.

Cross.

Hook.

Spinning heel.

My heart rate flies. I won’t stop, not yet, not until all I can think about is the pain in my hands. Not until it all shuts off and I’m alone in my head again. Until I can’t smell her on my skin or hear her sweet voice in my head. Until my hands are so numb I can’t feel her lush curves beneath my fingers. Until I no longer feel the heat of her core against my growing erection.

Jab.

Cross.

Hook.

Collapse.

I am so fucked.

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