The Billionaire Darkness

Chapter Eleven

Adrian Winters

Bam bam.

Pausing I adjust how I'm standing.

Bam bam.

Then I do it again, and again, and again.

This was my therapy hours spent standing in front of a heavy bag most of the time with nothing around my hands which wasn't exactly the most recommended thing since my hands were often covered in cuts, and injuries either from this or my fights.

I seemed to have one at least once every two weeks, sometimes more sometimes less. People just generally got on my nerves so that was likely part of it, I also had a very blank perception of people. There was simply nothing like looking around a room of rich kids and realizing maybe half of them had the intelligence to become anything.

My family's company had crashed, completely resetting the cycle that seemed to plague new money. So when my dad came by and built what was now widely recognized as Winters Group International I became second generation wealth, when hereditarily I was fourth.

As I started to speed up the sound of my strikes getting closer and closer together until I didn't know what hurt more my knuckles or my shoulders. Usually by the time I stopped my hands were shaking from the numb pain I had put myself through.

I also had broken three heavy bags in the past month. Taz who was the owner of the gym hadn't been happy the first time that happened. Now it was a joke between us that I should be the one to test the vinyl around the bags and if it stays intact it gets used.

When I stopped twenty minutes later, I was sweating heavily, I also could tell that my mouth was dry and my hands were going to be bruised.

Picking up my water bottle I drained half of it as the cool liquid moistened my mouth and seemed to give me back the energy I had lost.

"Adrian" Taz calls over to me, and I turn to face him.

Taz was a former pro boxer who after his prime took to making a boxing gym to pass off what he learnt. After learning about this place I was here most days and it had showed, I had a lot of stamina, and I got rid of a lot of the anger and built up frustration I had kept inside hell I was sixteen years old and six foot two, one hundred seventy four pounds.

That was the one thing that threw people off was the fact that I looked like I was a top athlete which I was but for my schools polo team.

Thornbrook hadn't lost a single game since I started playing on the team along with Hunter, though there were other factors like I kept the team very well trained and I had a race horse which I used for the sport so that helped too.

"Yes Taz" I reply jogging over to him.

"Spar with me, I want to keep your form correct especially since you're using the heavy bag".

"Fair" I say walking over and getting the corresponding black gloves for the pads that Taz had taken out.

He was the first one in the ring, and allowed me to get in opposite to him.

"Okay you know how this works just follow the hand I raise".

I had taught myself to look at him and use peripheral vision to make contact. Others who started at the same time as me had made that mistake in here and gotten hooked by Taz or the other sparer.

Even I had gotten someone, which I did apologize for believe it or not though I did give the guy a minor headache.

I learned quickly and Taz had a lot of patience but with me he showed me something once and I would do that same thing over and over until I got it perfect every time.