Chapter 80

Damiano

My fist connected with the punching bag, making it swing before it came back to me once again as I kept throwing punch after punch. Sweat dripped down my face, and my muscles were sore from the relentless workout.

I wasn’t giving myself a break. I knew I was overworking my body by spending hours in the gym, but it was the only thing that could keep me from going to her.

One week.

It had been one agonizing week since she left, and not once had I heard from her. I had no idea why I had expected to hear from her when she had begged me to let her go. She left the next day as if she couldn’t wait to get away from me.

Her tear-streaked face was still burned into my mind, and I felt guilty for letting her go through this much pain.

I kept punching the bag, throwing one powerful punch after another, but no matter how much I worked out or how hard I hit the bag, the tension and anger wouldn’t subside. Sweat continued to drip down m