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The system never doles out the correct punishment.

But I do.

Because I am not controlled by the laws of men.

Chapter 68

The Guy Who Hurt Nix

“Yeah, that’s right,” I grit out between my teeth, watching my reflection as sweat rolls down my bare chest.

I look so fucking good.

One more biceps curl, then I switch the weight to my left hand.

“You got this. Keep pumping.”

I curl my arm, eyes glued on the way my muscles bulge in the mirror.

My voice is a muffled sound inside my skull, since music is blaring through my headphones.

Fucking neighbors.

Whatever. I do another curl.

Better to keep the neighbors happy about my music and ignorant about everything else.

Idiots.

At least these headphones are legit. The bass in this song is better than I remember. It’s like I can feel it.

Another curl.

I drag my tongue over my top lip and swallow the taste of my sweat, clenching my stomach as the saltiness makes me hard.

Another curl. The burn in my arm intensifies.

One more.

I set the dumbbell on the garage floor and roll my shoulders back. Then I flex.

Installing these mirrors this summer was worth it.

Fucking women at the gym.

Claiming I was making them uncomfortable. Bunch of fucking bitches. They shouldn’t be there, dressed like that, if they don’t want a little attention.

I shift into another pose.

Fucking gym owner kicking me out. Pussy-whipped asshole. I bet he’s fucking all of them.

Whatever. My home gym is better anyway. I just need to work on the lighting next.

The lamp in the corner is good enough to see what I’m doing, but I need it brighter in here to truly appreciate how I look.

Pulling up the bottom of my shorts, I tense my thigh muscles and shift my leg side to side.

The definition isn’t there because it’s arm day.