Mafia's Unexpected Prized Possession
I needed to distract myself, anything to escape the spiraling thoughts.
I slid off the bed, my limbs feeling heavy, and began a simple workout routine. Push-ups, my muscles protesting with each descent, then curl-ups until my abs burned. Planks, my body trembling with the effort, followed by Russian twists until I thought my core might tear.
The physical pain, sharp and demanding, was a welcome replacement for the dull ache in my chest, a temporary reprieve from the emotional agony. My aching muscles were a tangible enemy, something I could fight, unlike the invisible torment Giovanni had inflicted.
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