SAOIRSE."Hit me again, Saoirse. Hit me harder this time and pretend that I'm him."Massimo's voice cut through the dim gym like a blade, his massive frame planted in front of the padded target he held up. Sweat dripped from his brow, staining his black tank top, but his eyes locked on mine—pushing me like he always did. I clenched my fists, wrapped in fresh tape, and drove my knuckles forward. The impact jolted up my arms, solid and precise. The target buckled just a fraction under his grip."Good," he grunted, adjusting his stance. "Again. But faster. You telegraph that left hook every time."I nodded, sucking in air that burned my lungs. We'd been at it for hours—basic strikes first, targets three feet away, then takedowns on the mat. He'd pinned me earlier, his body crushing mine to show how leverage worked against size. "Use their weight against them," he'd said, rolling off with a smirk. "Knee to the groin, elbow to the throat. Be strategic, not just brute force." I'd flipp
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