Rafael stepped into his personal gym, stripping down his upper clothing, revealing his thick muscles that rippled beneath the surface.

He wore his bouncer gloves and faced the punching bag with a hard look on his face.

His jaw was tight, his muscles tense. Without hesitation, he threw the first punch, the impact making the bag jerk violently.

Another punch. Then another. His knuckles ached, but he didn’t stop. The frustration boiling inside him needed an outlet, and this was the only way he knew how to deal with it.

It was happening again... the stupid nightmare of him killing his twin brother years ago was beginning to mess with...