Finding A Ghost (Completed)

Chapter 15

We are halfway through the story now! I'm so excited. Enjoy!

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**| North's POV |**

I pounded into punching bag, using all my weight, my fists striking hard and with precision. My muscles were coiled tight, my shoulders stiff, my body tense.

We needed to find Sang, I needed to know she was okay.

My head whirled with thoughts and I didn't want that so I pushed myself harder, my breathing labored, sweat dripping down my body. My fists hurt but I didn't care. I just wanted to hit away all my frustrations.

I wasn't stupid, I knew I was a ticking time bomb but this was something I didn't know how to defuse. I didn't know what to do with these emotions. Fuck, I wasn't even sure most of the time what I was feeling. I just knew Sang needed to be found.

And these fucking rumors. No. Just no. I knew Sang. She would never hurt someone let alone kill them, and definitely not a child. Owen and Sean's expression flashed through my head and my anger renewed. Why couldn't they trust me? They really thought she could be this ghost woman, doing dirty work for the gang, killing people, manipulating them, hiding herself in the dark, like some kind of fucking legend in the making.

No. That woman was not Sang.

No. Fucking. Way.

A hand reached out and grabbed my wrist with a strong grip, preventing me from pounding the punching bag into dust.

"Let. Go," I growled, my words thick with the emotions trying to burst out of me.

"No," Silas said, giving me a concerned look. "You're angry. Pounding into something that can't find back won't make the anger go away."

I flashed him a smile, wanting to growl at him like a wild beast. He only did the same, flashing me all his white teeth. Fucker had perfect teeth.

"Take it out on me, brother," he said. "I'll take each punch and match it. I'll fight back."

I nodded, liking the sound of that.

"Not without gloves on, you won't," Sean said, leaning against the door frame. We looked at him and he scowled, seeing the stubbornness on our faces. I needed a bare fist kind of fight and I knew Silas could handle it. He's done it before for me. Sean straightened from the doorway and went over to the corner of the medium-sized gym, where my gym bag was and dug through it before tossing my my grappling gloves.

I sighed and slipped them on. Silas dug through his bag until he pulled out a similar pair. Sean went over to a wall and leaned against, eyes focused on us. If something went wrong, he would stop us and assess the damage. Our own little on-the-scene medic. If no one was hurt too badly, he would stay out of the fight.

I tilted my head side-to-side, trying to force the tension out of my body. I didn't want to give anything away. We circled each other until Silas made a move first, coming at me with a powerful punch. I dodged, not wanting him to reopen the cut on my forehead from yesterday's fight at the park.

We went at it, not holding back and the only protection we had were the gloves on our hands. Didn't stop the knee from aiming to bruise my kidney. Or my elbow clipping the side of his face. The fight at the park didn't even compare to how hard we went at each other.

Each punch felt like a balm to my soul. Every kick I received felt like a well needed punishment. We fought and every time I threw a punch, I felt lighter. My frustrations bled into each blow I gave and lessened my load with each one Silas returned.

"Enough," Sean called out and we stopped, both of us breathing heavily. Silas wiped at his lip and smiled when he spotted the little bit of blood. He wasn't bleeding badly.