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Chapter 22: I have no family

作者: Luciana diamond
last update 公開日: 2026-03-05 13:24:49

~ IVANOV ~

My fist slammed into the punching bag again and again, each hit echoing through the gym like a thunderclap. Sweat slicked my skin, dripping down my back and stinging my eyes, the salty tang mixing with the musty scent of leather and old rubber mats. Pedro hung back by the edge of the ring, arms crossed, his gaze steady on me like he was waiting for me to crack.

I'd been in a foul mood since yesterday, a black cloud hanging over my head that I couldn't shake. And hell if I knew why. I
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