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Black caught the gloves flying his way at the last moment. He glanced back at his brother, ensuring he was sitting in the same spot with the papers in his hands. 

"White won't go anywhere." Gumpa reminded him. Black growled in response before he entered the mat. 

"Get the anger out of your system." The garage owner pointed at the punching bag. With no words, he stepped closer to the sack. The first punch was light to adjust to the punching bag's movement. He was mad, and Gumpa was correct to direct his anger elsewhere instead of their wannabe father. It wouldn't do them anything good now. He throws a few sets of hard punches, letting his feelings out. The hate for their mother seemed so small compared to that scumbag. Poor White, his baby brother. He felt all his emotions and wanted nothing more than wrap him in his arms and never let go. White's world crumbled one more time, and at least Black was here this time to hold him. 

Black heard a soft talking from the couches. Recognizing his twin's voice, he glanced his way only to see Sean sitting by his side. They were talking about something, and the fucker Sean seemed to be too close to White than he should be. His baby brother didn't notice, though. A low growl escaped Black's lips, he was ready to drop the gloves and punch Sean's ugly mug, but Gumpa's hand landed on his shoulder, stopping him. 

"Sean won't do anything to White." The older spoke up. 

"If he needed help, he would ask for you." He added before Black could say anything back. He shakes off Gumpa's hand, returning to his previous task with better enthusiasm. He glanced at White and Sean once again, deciding to put Sean on the list of people his twin must stay away from. 

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