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DAVIDE was arrogant, the worst nightmare, sh...
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Warning:- Little Violence Content.
After 1 month later...
Author's Pov:-
Davide clenched his hands into fists and growled at the man who was in front of him. He had leather mittens looped around his wrist and hand on the hand's side, and he was getting ready to fight in his own personal boxing ring. The man advanced and made an attack.
Davide began to whack, and as he felt two more powerful fists land on his face and heard each one in his ears, he stumbled back a foot.
"These mistakes cannot be undone." 'Punch.'
Little Flashback...
"The more you both talk, the stronger will be your connection with her."
"I know that Mattia but she didn't share anything!"
"That's why I'm saying to Davide, stop doing that; stop running behind her like a loser!"
"Mom, I love her."
"That's something I'm aware of! But Davide, what will you do if she is not meant for you or if fate is not on your side?"
"Mom!" The breath of Davide grew shallow. His heart was sharply stabbed by each and every word Mattia spoke.
"Davide, all I'm asking is what if she confesses now, but what if anything happens to split you two up again later? Will you be able to endure the suffering?" "You can't," she sadly smiled as she watched those with hurt warm eyes, which were now pouring in pain.
Flashback ends.
He steps back and takes a few deep breaths while dodging his strikes. While he was too stunned to move, his backers, were there watching his battle. He was also finding it more difficult to breathe. Davide's chest was exposed, and he was wearing only shorts. He was starting to grow frustrated by the thoughts that kept popping into his head. His face was undoubtedly in pain, either from Davina or some of his masculine fists.
As the second round begins, he takes breathes while downing his head and blotting out his thoughts. Sweat hits his nose, and with a little drive, it runs through his hot Viens. His eyes pop awake and he snaps a fierce gaze at him while screaming and breaking his bones. resulting in the man choking on his breath and coughing. Short and uncomfortably, he blinked.
He dodged the forceful blow that was aiming at him with the first motion and punched him in the chin. Davide caught his hit with a smash after a few seconds in the second try, when the thwack was aired, arriving in the face with a right cross. He grabbed him and clamped him after getting to his feet. He struts, jabs quickly, and then is confronted with a powerful strike to the face. Davide smirks as his eyes begin to water and his nose almost immediately starts to bleed.
