I slammed the door of the gym shut, the sound resonated throughout the entire house. The idiot. Business school, over my dead body. I walked to the punching bags and just imagined my father's face as I punched it hard.
I punched harder and harder while cursing under my breathe. All he cared about was himself and his empire. Nothing else including my mum who married him when he had nothing, now he had something he'd forgotten about her. I felt swear drip from my face and blood from my hands but I wasn't going to stop.
"Ace" Elijah muttered. I could feel his presence behind me but I refused to acknowledge him. It was his fault. The all perfect Valentino. "Ace stop" he said again sternly this time but I said nothing. I continued my business.
"stop" he pushed me against the wall making me stop and stare at him in shock. He was not a violent person and never has been. He's always the chill guy "punching the life out of the bag won't change anything"
"speak for yourself handsome"
