Pleasure

Dalton

My gloves punched into the boxing bag. Left, right, uppercut. Right, left, right hook. Over and over, the gloves pound out a steady rhythm against the bag’s exterior.

Sweat dripped from my temple, slipping down the back of my neck, but I didn’t care. I felt more alive than I ever have before.

Coopinger’s men had deserted the gym earlier, so I had it all to myself. My training had finished for the day, but I didn’t stop.

I felt relieved venting my frustrations on the poor boxing bag.

This was my life now. What I chose for myself. It was all I was. Sometimes, I stop to think how I got to the point where I no longer have control. I’d lost control of everything, including my life.

“Dalton? Are you in here?” July’s voice echoed around the empty gym.

I paused, letting my hands fall to my sides. “look to your left!”

I heard her heels clicking against the wooden floor as she approached me. She turned to the left, catching sight of me immediately.

Her long, blond hair f