MARION

The sound of leather hitting leather echoed off the walls like gunfire. Sweat beaded at my temple and rolled down my jaw as I let the next punch fly.

“Left’s dragging,” Mikhail called out from behind the mitts.

“There’s no shit dragging.”

“It’s not landing either.” I cracked Mikhail with a combo that made him stumble back with a short laugh. “There we go.”

“I know what I’m doing.”

“Where’s your head, bro?”

I grabbed a towel and leaned on the ropes, ...