CHAPTER 96

The rhythmic sound of fists slamming into leather filled the gym. Each punch landed with a sickening thud and the bag jerked violently under the force. 

Sweat dripped from Lucifer’s body, soaking the waistband of his shorts, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t. His muscles strained, his knuckles ached, and his breaths came in ragged pulls, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough.

He was exhausted, but it wasn't from the workout. He never got tired of that— but from the torment that had been gnawing at him for days.

Katherine was still missing.

His woman and his child were taken from him, just like that.

His jaw...