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Chapter Eighty-One: Deal With It
Phoenix Although she tried her best to hide it, I could tell that Robyn was upset. She was already in the dojo when I arrived. She had her gi jacket off, boxing gloves on, and she was beating the stuffing out of a heavy hanging bag. She wasn’t just practicing her form, she was wailing on the bag with all of her strength. I could practically feel the thudding impact of her punches and kicks. Her face was flushed, her breath was hissing out on impact, and sweat was dripping down her neck. It was badass and sexy as hell, but also a little terrifying. I wouldn’t want to be her punching bag, but that wasn’t what scared me. There was something about the intensity, the focus, the brutality. It was almost as if she was fighting for her life. Or punishing herself. Given what Jack
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